Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

Holiday Misery

[One of the headcannons for Gavin was that he hated Christmas due to bad memories, here's the little story to go with it :3]

Christmas was supposed to be a time of joy and happiness, where families would get together for a meal, exchange presents and have a laugh all together around the Christmas tree. Not for Gavin.

"Gav, get down here you little shit!" His mother yelled up the stairs. He instantly scurried down, standing in front of her, extremely tense.

"Y-Yes, mommy?" Gavin squeaked quietly, looking at the floor.

"I'm goin' out for a few days, you know where the food is, don't break anything or there will be fucking hell to pay," she grumbled, taking a puff of the cigarette in her hand. Gavin nodded obediently and watched as his mother walked towards the front door, opening it and closing it behind her with a loud slam. Gavin wandered over to the living room window and climbed up onto the couch, watching her walk down the driveway to a car that was pulled out outside. She always went to spend Christmas with whatever boyfriend she was with at the time, she preferred them over her own son.

Gavin climbed down from the couch once she was out of sight and wandered over to the kitchen. He grabbed a chair and pulled it over to the counter, climbing up onto it using the chair. He opened up a cupboard and grabbed a cookie out of the jar, sitting on the side and munching on it quietly. He would usually have a few cookies while his mom was gone, she never let him have them when she was there. Once Gavin finished the cookie, he closed the cupboard door and climbed back down, pushing the chair back under the table. He went back upstairs to his room - his little safe haven.

He got a little box out of the corner of the room and pulled out a few toy cars, they were a gift from his aunt. He sat on the floor and moved them around, playing with them with a smile. He loved cars, especially fast ones, they looked so awesome. he grabbed a red sports car and a police car in both of his hands and raced them around as if to simulate a police chase, making the appropriate car noises along with it. He never did this when his mom was home, the last time he had she'd broken one of the cars by stomping on it and proceeding to tell Gavin to shut the fuck up.

A few hours passed and the sun had set. It was Christmas eve the next day which Gavin would spend alone. He'd be alone until after New Years day, his mom would return after that. This happened every year but only recently had she started leaving him by himself instead of dumping him on a relative. Gavin had forgotten to eat something for dinner and he was too tired to, he just went straight to bed, his stomach rumbling slightly but he ignored it, he was already used to the feeling of extreme hunger and he was only six years old. He snuggled down under the thin covers of his bed, shivering slightly since he had no idea how to turn the heating on and it was so cold outside, snow was falling down outside of his window. He closed his eyes and eventually managed to doze off.

Gavin had no idea what time it was when a loud noise woke him up. He squinted into the darkness of his room, unable to see a thing. He could hear soft whispers coming from down stairs. He got out of bed and slowly made his way over to his bedroom door, opening it slightly. The lights downstairs were on and the whispers were slightly louder but Gavin still couldn't tell what they were saying. He then saw a shadow appear at the bottom of the stairs and his eyes widened. He quickly but silently closed his bedroom door so that the intruders wouldn't know he was there. What if they were murderers? He swiftly ran over to his closet and hid inside, closing the door and sitting on the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest. The voices were now right outside of his room. He was shaking so badly, trying so hard to keep quiet but he just wanted to scream. It was only moments like this that he wished his mom was here to help. The door opened and the two people walked in.

From the sound of their voices, it was two women, one older and one sounding a little bit younger. They stood in the middle of the room and glanced around. Gavin heard them mumbling to each other, and for some reason their voices sounded... familiar? Suddenly footsteps approached the closet and the door swung open, making Gavin flinch and close his eyes, his arms wrapping over his head as if to protect himself, a petrified sob leaving his lips. He waited for something to happen, but only a soft voice spoke.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, Gavin! We didn't mean to frighten you, sweetie," the woman said and Gavin looked up to see the face of his aunt there. Gavin immediately sprang forward to hug her, he was so relieved that it was just her.

"I-I t-thought you w-were a b-bad guy b-breaking into the h-house," he sniffled, clinging to her as she picked him up.

"It's just us, Pop Tart," she said softly, cradling him to calm him down. "You didn't come to spend Christmas with us last year or this year, and we know you're mommy likes to go out and have fun so we came to make sure that you were okay since she didn't answer her phone," she explained to him. Gavin calmed down a little, especially at the nickname. She called him Pop Tart since he always loved to eat them when he stayed at hers. Gavin glanced over to his older cousin who was stood there quietly, she gave Gavin a smile when she noticed him looking.

"You shouldn't have to spend Christmas alone, we'll take you back to ours and we can all have a hot chocolate, does that sound good?" she asked and little Gavin nodded, still shaking slightly.

"I-I'm cold," Gavin mumbled quietly and his aunt went back over to the closet, holding Gavin up with one arm and browsing through the clothes with her other hand. She soon found one of his warm jackets and put it on him, it looked so big on his fragile body. Gavin smiled and felt warmer in the jacket.

"Thank you, auntie Jemma," he said happily, giving her a hug. Jemma smiled in return and the three of them went back downstairs, leaving the house and making sure that the door was shut tightly, they couldn't exactly lock it since Gavin mom had taken the key with her and hadn't locked the door in the first place.

Gavin spent Christmas with his Aunt like he used to do, and from then on his Aunt would come and pick him up from his mom's house every year for Christmas. Even with this happening, Gavin still wished his mom wouldn't abandon him every year, it made him sad and angry. That was the reason why Gavin hated Christmas, his aunt was always there to make things better, but even being around her didn't change his attitude towards the seasonal holiday.