So, I got this idea a year ago and didn't work much on writing it out. I did have some things in mind as far as the plot goes. I started working on this on the 23rd and I wanted to post it the next day to at least get chapter one out there, but I am glad how this turned out, so whatever. I just wanted to post it while it was still the holiday season. Haha. I know I have a bunch of other stories to update. I'm going to try and post updates for Change Your Mind and Contagious (my two recent Zaya stories), so go check those out when they are posted! Enjoy this story. I literally just went through my Spotify, like I do with other stories, to find a title. This is named after the Merriment song "Nothing to Lose." They're a lesser known band, but if you guys would go listen to the song, that would be cool. :)


The songs, the snow, the cookies. The good mood people are always in. Christmas seemed to bring all of this out in everyone.

But not Maya Matlin. Her holiday season was total shit so far.

Her train back to Toronto was late. And not just one of those five minute delays. Oh, no. She'd been standing by the bench for almost two hours. Standing, not sitting. All of the space on the bench was taken up by a couple and several pieces of over-stuffed luggage.

"Ever hear of the ground?" she felt like yelling, but she kept her mouth shut, fearing the train would arrive the second the altercation got heated and she'd be denied entrance.

Even though it really was the couple's fault. Their bags were going to touch the ground sooner or later. Either that or the seats inside the train. In all fairness, they might be no cleaner than the sidewalk.

At that thought, Maya hoped she wouldn't get saddled with sitting next to the couple on the train. They'd probably take up the whole seat with all their crap.

Suddenly, it seemed as if her prayers were answered, because the wife stood up and grabbed a suitcase off of the bench. Her husband followed her to the train, carrying the other two pieces of luggage.

Hmm, Maya thought. Multiple trains must be late today.

Quickly, she sat down on the bench, silently vowing that she would be the only person sitting there until the train arrived.

And she kept to her promise. That is until someone tapped on her shoulder.

"I'm not giving it up," she said, turning around to face the stranger. Catching sight of his dark hair and green eyes, she was stunned. He was gorgeous. And she'd already been a jerk, even though it had only been about two seconds since she found out he existed. "I mean, what do you want? I-I mean, hello."

"Hi," he said, glancing at the space next to Maya. "I was going to ask if anybody was sitting there, but it seems as if you really don't like guests, so I'll, uh, just see if there's another bench somewhere else."

"No," she said, reaching out to grab his arm. "You can sit here."

He smirked at her eagerness. "If you insist." He lifted his messenger bag over his shoulder and put it on the bench before sitting down himself.

"It's just that I've been sitting here for a few hours."

"Toronto?"

"Yeah. Is that where you're headed?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm usually late for things. I got here, like, five minutes before it was supposed to take off. Then, some lady at the ticket counter said it'd be a while, so I went to this shopping center nearby."

"Do any Christmas shopping?"

"Nah, just looked. Maybe saw a movie."

"You knew you had a train to catch, so you went and saw a movie?" She laughed.

"No, I was just kidding. I didn't see a movie. I just thought that would have been funny to say. I don't know." He shrugged.

"Oh. Well, this has been awkward." She laughed again. "Here, I'll give you some more room." She scooted closer to the edge of the bench. "I don't usually like to sit near the edge in case I fall off."

"I probably shouldn't sit near edges either. I'm tall, so if I lose my balance, I'll probably fall and the bench won't be enough to support my weight."

"I'm sure it's not that bad."

"Well, you're short. A fall won't hurt as much since you're closer to the ground." He chuckled.

Maya fake pouted. "If I have to sit next to you on the train, it's going to be one long ride."

"Why?"

"Because you're mean."

He rolled his eyes. "Would an apology suffice?"

"You can try, but I'm not making any promises."

He sighed, standing up from the bench and bending down on his knees. "Oh, Miss, what's your name?"

"Maya."

"Oh, Miss Maya," he began again, clasping his hands together as if he were begging. "Brilliant, amazing, beautiful Maya, would you please forgive me, Zig, for being an idiot?"

"Your name's Zig? Don't think I know a Zig."

"Out of all of that, that's all you got? My name? Not even anything about me saying you're beautiful?"

"I, uh, thought you were just putting on an act."

He just stared at her, raising his eyebrows and not saying anything.

"I'm not having sex with you, if that's what all this flattery is about."

"Hey, I wasn't even trying that angle, but if that's what you want..." He smirked.

"Shut up." She lightly punched him in the arm.

"Now who's mean? I think you owe me something for that one."

"Like what?"

"Well, I was trying to be smooth and you didn't go along with that, and you caused me bodily harm. I think that's worth a kiss at least."

Maya rolled her eyes, kissing her fingertips and touching them to Zig's arm. "There, happy?"

"You so know that's not what I meant."

"Ooh," Maya suddenly said. "I think," she said, reaching into her purse. "Yup, I do have one. Here." She toss a Hershey's kiss at him.

"Clever, but it seems like I won't get you to give in to this one. How about you let me sit next to you on the train?"

Maya shrugged. "Why not? I've got nothing to lose. Unless you're some axe murderer. Then that would be weird."