Girl Meets World drabbles, one-shots, & headcanons

Never Ever ~ Augva

Based off this prompt: I struggle with connection.

~set during middle school, they're both 13~

As he grew older, Auggie always wished he had Riley's room. His room didn't have a bay window, or a fire escape. Ava was lucky, she got the bay window and the fire escape in her apartment. So when he saw Ava standing outside his window one night, he ran over and opened it as quickly as he could.

"What the hell, Ava?!" He exclaimed, as he helped her in and across the top of his draws.

"I need to talk to you, Aug," she said, sounding serious, sitting down on his bed.

He looked out of the window before shutting it. "Did you walk across that ledge?"

Ava shrugged. "Well you don't have a fire escape,"

"We have a front door, Ava," he pointed out, sitting down next to her.

"I didn't want your parents to know I was here; they might've heard me if I come in." She looked down and touched Auggie's hand gently, tracing it with her finger.

Auggie frowned at her, something was up, she'd never worried about his parents knowing she was here before. "What's wrong?"

"My dad," she replied without looking up.

"Your dad?"

"Yeah," she looked up, tears in her eyes, "he's been calling. He wants me to come stay with him, but mum doesn't want me to, so now he's threatening to sue for custody. Part-time or full-time, I don't know, but I think he's gonna do it."

"Oh, Ava," Auggie whispered, pulling her into him. She rested her head on his shoulder and he kissed he softly on the temple.

"Do you wanna see him?" He asked after a moment.

"I don't know," she whispered into the darkness.

"Because you know, if you don't, you can say that, and they'll listen to you. You're old enough, what you want is taken into account."

She lifted her head up to look at him. "To what extent though, Auggie? And... my dad wants to see me, that's something. Maybe I should see him."

"We'll ask mom, she's a lawyer. She's knows about this stuff."

"Topanga's not a family lawyer, she doesn't know everything." Ava said sadly, putting her head back on his shoulder. Auggie sighed and rested his head on hers, stroking her hair softly.

"She can help though," he said quietly, filling the growing silence.

"What if she can't?"

Auggie didn't reply, chewing on the inside of his mouth.

"That's not even the worst thing," Ava whispered, sounding nervous.

"There's worse?"

"We might move," she murmured, fiddling with her hands in her lap.

Auggie sat up straighter, causing Ava to lift her head of his shoulder. "Like apartment buildings," he said, "like to a different part of Manhattan, right?"

She shook her head, and bit her lip. "No,"

"Where, Ava?"

"California, mom got offered a job there,"

Auggie opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't find any words.

"She thinks it'll be better for us. She'll get paid more and work less, so I can go to a private school, get a better education and she can spend more time with me." Ava explained.

"Do you wanna go?" Auggie asked.

Ava almost smiled at that. "No," she said as if it was the most ludicrous idea she'd ever heard of, "and leave you?" She took his hand and squeezed it. "I don't want to move," she said more seriously, tears back in her eyes, "I don't want to leave you, I don't want to start anew, I don't want to make new friends, I can't make friends."

"You can make friends," Auggie replied.

"No, I- I struggle with connection with people, you know that, Auggie. That's why you're my only proper friend, and I wouldn't have it any other way," she said honestly.

"I'm not your only friend," he protested, "what about Dewey? And the girls from school?"

"I'm only really friends with Dewey because of you, and the girls at school... I'm not really friends with them, I hang out with them in a group sometimes, but never alone. I could never talk to them about important stuff."

Auggie frowned. "I- I didn't realise, sorry," he murmured.

She really smiled this time. "Are you kidding, Auggie? You have nothing to be sorry for,"

He had a sudden urge to kiss her then, properly, not the small pecks they'd been doing since they were five and six, but a real, actual kiss that would make his heart race, but he didn't, instead he hugged her and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you," he told her.

"I know," she breathed, "I love you too,"

"Can I sleep here tonight?" She asked him, once they'd let go of each other. "Mom's probably still on the phone to him, and I... I just wanna stay here with you,"

"Of course... do you want to, uh, sleep in my bed, or I can make you one on the floor," he babbled.

She raised her eyebrows. "Auggie," she said, cutting him off, "we've always slept in the same bed, you're not gonna make this weird now that we're teenagers, right?"

"No, of- of course," he shook his head.

"Good," she said, as she lay down and pulled the covers up to her shoulders, "because otherwise you'd be really uncomfortable on the floor,"

He laughed at that, and lay down under the covers himself. Ava's back was to him, and he carefully wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled into him, so that he was breathing in her apple scented hair, and pulled his hands up closer to her, until they must've been millimetres from her face, because he could feel her warm breath on them.

"Goodnight, Auggie," she whispered, and he felt the words on his hands

"Goodnight, Ava," he replied softly, and he felt her relax into him and the bed. He shut his eyes and breathed her in. He never wanted her to leave.

Never ever.