Girl Meets Perfect

by XxFanficzxX

When Riley and Auggie's parents start to fight, their Uncle Shawn visits their family to help out with the kids and Cory and Topanga. But as Maya's life begins to grow more and more unfortunate, Riley discovers that Shawn isn't only visiting to help out around the house. When Shawn is forced to admit one of the hardest secrets of his life, Maya's world will never be the same

1. No Talk, More Sketti

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The moment Riley Matthews stepped through the door, the taste of the air changed, as well as the beat of her heart, the delighted tint of her thoughts, and the undying hope that she had built up inside of herself.

Something was different, wrong in specific, and Riley could feel it with every sense possible.

She strolled slowly into the front room, struggling to find out what had changed with just her mind. Riley's curious, brown eyes trailed around the living room and up and down the dark painted walls. She inhaled heavily, soaking in more of the unfamiliar essence that flooded the world around her.

Her eyes continued to wander until they met with almost identical, smaller, and much more innocent brown eyes. The eyes appeared deprived and wondering, full of self worries and clueless questions.

Riley broke the confusing gaze between her and her younger brother, August Matthews, by tilting her head to the side and opening her mouth to speak. "Auggie, where's mommy and daddy?" she asked August, purposely speaking in a sweet and careful tone to the five year old little boy.

Auggie shook his head swiftly and rubbed his stomach, still watching Riley walk in. "I don't know, Riley, but I'm hungry and my tummy hurts," he replied while puffing out his lip, carelessly.

When Riley had a bad instinct, she felt the sudden urge to act upon the feeling as soon as possible. Riley returned Auggie's disagreeing gesture by shaking her head back, and lightly saying, "No Auggie...mommy will make you food when you tell me where she is. I don't know how to cook," in a quirky tone, stepping to the side as Auggie stood up in front of the couch, crossing his arms out of posture.

Auggie unknowingly shrugged, not putting too much thought into the whole concept. He wasn't an "overthinker", unlike his older sister; he was too young to understand reality.

"Mommy and daddy are both in their room. When I asked mommy for Sketti, she said that her and daddy had to talk."

When August said the word "talk", Riley's heart seemed to nervously skip a beat skip a beat, and then return as a million speedy thumps at once. Their mother, Topanga Matthews, barely ever used the word "talk" when it came to her and Cory's marriage. Topanga used the word "talk" when Riley made a mistake, or when she had to be taught a lesson. "Talk" was mentioned when August didn't finish all of his dinner, and when he refused to complete his unspoken chores. "Talk" was an unfriendly and warningly word in Riley's case, and it was very rare of her mother to have the words "Cory" and "talk" in the same sentence.

Riley was evidentially slightly overreacting over this whole concept. Her parents had never fought, at least not in her presence. She had nothing to fret about, in all honestly, but Riley was wiser than most people her age, and knew that there was a beginning, middle, and an end to everything, whether that thing was a story or real life.

She decided against feeding August at the point for two clear reasons. One being that she wasn't experienced with cooking anything but eggs and cookies, definitely not the spaghetti that Auggie craved day and night. Secondly, her heart was thriving to discover what was going on between her mother and father.

Afraid to upset the five year old boy, Riley didn't offer him an answer or a choice to the request he demanded, but instead responded by turning around and stepping out of the apartment's main room, leading her own way to her parent's room.

She could only hear a faint patter of back and forth voices from the position she was in, but Riley didn't want to seem any nosier than she was already being, and risk the trouble of getting caught snooping.

The sentence "What would Maya do?" was being changed over and over again throughout the air in Riley's scrambled up mind. "What would Maya do?" she questioned herself out loud, unconsciously taking a tiny, harmless step closer to the white door, slowly leaning forward.

Riley took a deep, comforting breath, and softly tucked her brown curls behind her left ear, quietly pressing the side of her head against the hard, wooden door, insisting to hear what her mother and father were saying.