Disclaimer: I sadly do not own the mighty ducks. The only character I own is Aya Davis.

A/N: This is the first time I've posted a fic I've written on my own. I thought it was time Averman got some love so this well probably be a one shot fic with a few more chapters either giving Averman the girl he's fallen head over heels for or make him become a monk. Enjoy and please review!

Smile for me

Chapter One Averman's P.O.V. There she is. Sitting alone again. She has a far off look in her eyes as she writes against a tree in the courtyard. She looks happy. It's rare to see her like that in public. She doesn't try to label herself or fit in with a certain group. And she hates when people try to classify her. No matter how unhappy she looks, her personality allows her to know all sorts of people. She doesn't have to be alone, she just chooses to.
"Averman, you coming?" Charlie asks as he and the other ducks show up.
I shake my head and proudly say, "I've got a lunch date."
"Does she know about it?" Russ jokes coming up next to me. I punch him and he hits me back.
"So, who's the girl?" Luis asks. Of course he'd want to know that.
I point to the girl with brownish black hair in a bun. She is scribbling in a notebook and nodding her head to whatever song she had playing her in CD player.
"Aya Davis," Ken said more a statement than question.
"Who's that?" Connie asked.
I almost laugh. Connie sits behind her in English and had no clue who she is.
Fulton answers her, "I've got math with her. Girl's a savior. She's been helping me keep my grade up. She's nice and pretty funny."
"And she sits in front of you in English," Guy points out. He and Connie hare broken up again and this time it's permanent...at least that's what they're saying.
It's that good old awkward silence. And Charlie, like always, breaks it.
"Why don't we all eat outside? It's nice out."
"Yeah, we could have like picnic or something," Julie beams at the idea.
Everyone agrees and grabs their lunches and follow me over to Aya.
For early October it is nice out. Not too hot with a nice refreshing breeze. It really is a nice day to eat out.
As we get closer to Aya, she is singing. She does that when she writes. I'm use to it, but the others slow. They stop to listen and are unsure if it is okay to be there. She's not too bad. I like listening to her. She doesn't like people knowing she can sing because she gets nervous. And if people knew they'd want her to sing and she'd freak out. The only reason I know is because I go to her dorm, she got a single, and help her with her homework. One day I got there and didn't bother to knock. I opened the door to her singing. It took her a month to get use to me hearing her. Now, she doesn't care if I hear.
I walk up behind her and grab her.
Jumping up she screams, "Holy shit, Averman! Are you trying to kill me!"
"Yes and I've failed again!"
She laughs and smiles at me. She dropped her CD player and notebook when she jumped. She examines her CD player. "You're so lucky this didn't break."
"What if it did?"
"I'd kick your ass."
"No, you wouldn't."
She looks at me with an eyebrow raised. That is my sign to run. She takes off after me. Aya catches up to me and tackles me from behind sending us rolling. We finally stop and she sits on my legs and has my arms pin down. Her hair has fallen out of the bun she had it in and it pools over her shoulders and on to me some. Any one looking at us would get some 'ideas' about the two of us.
All the while she laughs. She's told me dozens of times that she never laughs as much with anyone as she does me. Each time it makes me feel...feel something. A good something. I can't really describe it. Since then I try to get her to laugh. The way she does has this angelicness to it. Seeing her leaning over me smiling and laughing pulls at my heart.
"Damn, Averman, she kicked your ass!" Fulton yells. The ducks had made there way over to us.
She stops laughing but doesn't move. Aya looks down at me and we lock gazes. "You okay?"
I nod my head. Her eyes are a deep green color. They were the kind of green you see in a forest and I was getting lost in them.
That night I lay in bed. Goldberg's already a sleep. It is after midnight and I just can't sleep. I'm not in the mood. I'm sure I won't be saying that later but I'm still on a high from spending time with Aya. She made dinner fun. That was four hours ago yet dinner and even lunch feel like they only happened moments ago.
I noticed after she asked me if I was okay that she was smiling. She was smiling and it was for me and because of me. As soon as the others had come over she took a minute and got off me. Her smile had faded before any of them could see it. From where I was, she looked like an angel, my angel. My god sent, my joy, and so on. I could go on for hours but I probably should get some sleep or at least try.

Well, that was my attempt at writing and MD fic so please don't shoot me if you don't like it...but do review and stuff cause I'd love to know what you think.