Girl Meets World One Shots

You're Even Prettier In Color // Riarkle

Riley had never seen color. The world around her was dull, lifeless, didn't quite match up. Her mother and father saw color, her best friend, her old love. Everyone around her saw color, and they described it to her like it was the most magical thing that could ever happen. So when she loved people so deeply and didn't see color with anyone, it broke her down. Stopped her heart's erratic pattern, filled her eyes with tears, diminished her soul bit by bit. High School started and ended in a blink of an eye, black and white. She graduated college, got engaged, broke up with the person, a guy named Charlie from high school, watched her best friend fall in love with her ex boyfriend Lucas. The two got married, had a kid, and bought an apartment all before she even saw color. Now, she stood in the middle of a crowded subway, a bitterness in her stomach that she couldn't shake. She cracked her neck and readjusted her bag, throwing a dirty look at the guy who shoved into her as the train stopped and the doors slid open. People pushed out into the station and the carriage was empty besides her. She shuffled over and took a seat in one of the hard, plastic chairs against the wall. One person was outside on the station and he shyly pulled on his sweater sleeves. He was tall, tall enough to pass 6 feet, and he was hot. Nerdy hot, but still hot. He was wearing glasses that took over his face and made his eyes wide and his freckles sprinkled on the bridge of his nose prominent. He stood on the other side of the subway and wrapped his large hand over the metal bar, hanging his arm above his head. She blinked her eyes shut and dropped her head back against the wall behind her, tired and beaten down.

"I'm Farkle, and you're like, really, really pretty. Shit, I'm being awkward, sorry. I'll shut up now." She fluttered her eyes open at his voice, listening to the gravelly, deep tone he had. She looked around and watched the chairs turn blue, his sweater turn olive green against his black jeans. She widened her eyes at him, watching his face turn to one of confusion.

"Riley Matthews." She stuttered out, blinking at him. His eyes squinted down at her and the skin around his eyes crinkled.

"Are you seeing this? Are you seeing color?" He looked at her like he had been expecting this. She just nodded up at him and stood up so quickly that her bag fell to the floor.

"You're even prettier in color. Oh my... This is what it's like. You're my soulmate. I don't know what to say." She flicked her eyes down to his lips, pink and chapped from the cold of New York in February. She picked up her bag as she stepped forward towards him, slinging it over her shoulder haphazardly. She was inches away from him, realizing that she could fit under his chin. Thanking the lord that the train was empty, she rocked up onto her toes and pushed her lips to his carefully. His hand reached up to rest on her cheek, thumb rubbing circles into her jaw. After a few seconds, they pulled away, his hand still on her cheek.

"So, um, I guess this is meant to be, huh? Cause that was fantastic. Let's keep doing that." So he kissed her until the doors slid open and they exchanged numbers, planning to meet at her mother's cafe the next night. Riley waved goodbye through the crowd and sprinted up the steps, weaving around the crowds to go tell Maya, her best friend, all about her soulmate, and the newfound colors she could see. She had just found the love of her life. 

authors note: hey guys so I saw this au about seeing color when you meet your soulmate on tumblr and fell in love with it. so anyways, kinda like this but it's super short and not edited, so don't judge it too harshly pretty please