Chapter 12: Girl Meets Incomplete Pt. 2

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or settings of Girl Meets World. I do, however, own the character of Remigius "Remy" Bellamy. I seek no profit from this act of fiction, merely recognition from the community of readers. Thanks to all who have followed and favorited this. I'm doing my best to keep putting out this story for you all. I promised you guys to try and keep things positive, but I have also written this as close to a real life story as I can. We dealt with some grieving last chapter, with grieving still creeping up here and there throughout the next several chapters in different ways, but not being such a central focus. This chapter, however, focuses on something that Remy's spiritual interaction with his mother had him realize. Also, go listen to Incomplete by James Bay to get a better idea of where the idea of this chapter came from. Enjoy, especially you Remaya shippers.

"A...about what?" Maya said, kicking her feet slightly as Remy held her in the air and spun her around. When she was put back on the ground she looked into his eyes with just the slightest bit of fear. Needing to talk was something that was so filled with uncertainty it shook her at her core a bit.

"A lot of things, Heartbreaker. Us being one of them." He said as he let her go and started walking. "I'd rather discuss it all somewhere a bit more private though. Your place maybe?"

"Oh...um...sure, I guess? Yeah, yeah that works." She stammered as she caught up to him and took his hand in her's slightly, wondering if the small show of affection would be reciprocated. It took a moment, but his fingers curled between her's and they walked hand in hand to the subway.

The subway. The first place they met, in a way. The first page of their on going story. As they walked Maya looked about, taking in the world around them. A crow flew overhead as they hopped down the steps into the tunnels. A blackbird...the first song she heard him sing. You were only waiting for this moment to arrive…

As the subway doors opened the young duo filed in amongst the bustling crowd and grabbed a seat, Remy propping Lucinda's case up against the wall next to them. They didn't speak much during the ride, just general nonsense about school and the like. As the stops were sounded off by the PA system, Maya recognized the one that was just before Roosevelt Elementary. She remembered the day he took them all there and introduced them to the Kick Start program he volunteered for so often. After everything that we've been through, we believe…

As they exited the subway car on the platform that was just short of she and her mother's apartment, Maya stopped Remy for a second. "This isn't another secret thing, is it Music Man?" She questioned rather sternly. I'm gonna give all my secrets away…

"Not...exactly." He responded as he moved ahead of her and started toward the apartment. As she moved in before him to unlock the door, she smiled at the memory of the last time they were in front of it together. Homecoming night. Their first kiss. In remembering, it was almost like she could taste the cranberry of the punch from that night mingled with the mint from his gum all over again. I'll hold on to this moment you know.

As the key turned in the lock and she pushed the door open, she called out into the darkened apartment. "Ma?! Shawn?! Anybody home?" As the moments pressed on, no answer came from the shadowed building. "Huh...weird." She said as she stepped through the door and flipped the switch, the fluorescent lights buzzing to life and illuminating the doorway. "Come on in, Remy…" She said with slight hesitation, fear still gripping her core about what he could possibly want to talk about.

As the young musician walked through the door, he put his guitar in the corner nearest it and his bag in front of that. Maya had walked to the living room and taken a seat on the brown, leather couch. Remy took a deep breath before moving that way. He held his hand up and watched as it shook ever so slightly. His mind was racing with all the things he wanted, no, needed to stay. He lowered his arm and took another deep, calming breath before walking into the living room. His heart began to match his mind, beating faster with each step and with the realization that it was just he and Maya. No one else. Amongst the shadows of the apartment it was just them. Two lost souls. These two unfinished stories, canvases begging for the sweet touch of paint, silence calling to be broken by song.

I breath in slow to compose myself

But the bleeding heart I left on the shelf

Started speeding round, beating half to death

Cause you're here and you're all mine

As his steps had bridged the gap, he sat next to the blonde beauty and took hold of her hand. It was shaking just as much as his and was cold to the touch.

"So...um...wha...what did you want to...talk about?" She stammered. For all the confidence and street cred she had with everyone else, when she was with Remy it was like that melted away. It wasn't important to him anyhow, which was a reassurance in it of itself. He didn't fawn over the "bad girl" that everyone thought she was destined to be. He didn't admire her toughness, but rather appreciate the softness that hid under that shell.

"Us." He said as he looked into her sapphire colored spheres. "We've been through alot in not a lot of time. I brought you into my life by showing you my passions, I let my secrets go and told you about my staying at the hospital and introduced you to Mom, we danced, we laughed, we kissed. In that moment, suddenly it was as if all the love songs I had learned made sense. I helped Shawn propose to your Mom and cement a future family for you. We rang in the new year beneath a sky of fireworks with our lips locked...and in what felt like the blink of an eye...we lost Mom...and this whirlwind of a future happened. Cory and Topanga adopted me, I moved out of the hospital into a brownstone that is all but legally mine...and through all of it I've been this cold, distant person for a month because I didn't know what to do anymore. A piece of my soul was ripped away and there is no getting it back...I felt so incomplete...I feel so incomplete. I knew it wouldn't change overnight or suddenly fade out on a breeze just because I could finally put it into words...but writing the song I did made me realize something.." He said, gripping her hand tightly as he spoke.

"Is it that you're not the only one who is incomplete? Because you're not. When Shawn and my mom got engaged I thought maybe, finally, everything would feel right...but it still doesn't. I still feel like there are things missing...taken from me...that I may never get back. When my father left us, I lost a part of me that I've been trying to get back or replace ever since...but I never have. Not even with Shawn, and I know he loves me like I was his daughter. I feel like maybe...maybe people-"

"-like us-" Remy said in the middle of her speech.

"-will always be incomplete…" They said in unprepared unison. Their eyes locked for a moment as she leaned into him and rested her head on his chest. He bowed his head and buried his face into the crook of her neck as they laid on the couch in the strange realization of how intune their thoughts...their souls..were. A tear fell from his eyes as there, amongst the subtle quiet of the shadowed apartment and the warmth of the woman in his arms, he felt like he could drop the facade of being strong, brave, and unbroken. He could finally show how he felt...if only for a little while.

He didn't know what to feel through it all. Before losing his mother, he had hopes for so many things, he and Maya being a couple just one of them. With the recent events...it feel silly to hold on to such small hopes, but a part of him said it would be far sillier to fold and let the hope fly away. Life was short, and hope was one of the few things you could create and hold on to indefinitely, so why would you give that away?

So I press my lips down into your neck

And I stay there and I reconnect

Bravery I've been trying to be perfect

It can wait for a while

Scared of the hope in my head it's been making me sweat but it turns out

You're here with your head on my chest

I should've guessed

"Maya…" He whispered softly as he lifted his head up slowly.

"Yeah?" She mumbled into his shirt and tugged on his jacket before lifting her own head to looked into his eyes, her chin resting on his chest as she did so.

"This may sound crazy...but can we go up to the roof?" He asked as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

"I...don't see why not? It is a little weird though." She said, pushing herself up off of the boy and standing. She walked toward her bedroom and opened the door, ushering him to follow as she slid open her window and walked out toward the small, metal ladder that pressed against the wall, leading to the roof access.

Remy followed suit shortly after. The crisp air of New York City in March hit the young man as he crouched down to exit out the window frame. He quickly scaled the small ladder and followed the young painter to the center of the roof.

"Here we are, as requested, Music Man. Care to tell me why?" She said as she spun in a circle, arms wide open, to show the spaciousness of the rooftop.

"Look out there, Maya. The big city...and yet so small in the grand scheme of things. It's a small blip on the map of the world, and our world just a tiny dot on the map of the galaxy, and the galaxy a miniscule speck on a map of the cosmos. And on this small blip on the tiny dot on the miniscule speck is a point, no larger than a pinhead...that is this apartment. In the grand scheme of things, we seem so...insignificant. But in the here and the now, there is nowhere more important. Nowhere I'd rather be...and for the sole reason that's not just the present, it's our present. This moment, on this pinhead point on the small blip on the tiny dot on the miniscule speck of everything...is a moment I'll never forget in all the years from now till eternity. It's one ripple of that will echo on the lake of mind from this day through every day that follows." He said as he moved toward her and took her hand, spinning slowly around with her.

The world will turn and we'll grow, we'll learn how to be

To be incomplete

"We said we're incomplete. We said maybe we'll always be incomplete. Maybe we're suposed to always be that way. M...Someone...told me that being incomplete is a gift. Learning how to be incomplete is the most important thing...because being incomplete means there is always more story to tell. More song to play. More canvas to paint or page to draw on. Though, in a way, it hurts, I'm blessed to be incomplete. I want to be incomplete...but I want to be with you." He said as he stopped their spinning. "I want...this." He said as he held up their interlocked hands. "For as long as I can have it. I want you and me, together, above everything else." He said, ushering toward the city. "I don't wanna look down from here because this high is the closest I can get to showing you how you make me feel...and I feel like if I look down, I'll fall out of this. I lose this the same way I lost the security I felt with my mother." He said, taking a deep breath as his heart pounded. Before he could exhale, he felt the tiny blonde press into him, her arms wrapped behind him and pulling as close as her body would let her.

I breathe out now and we fall back in

Just like before we can re-begin

Let your lungs push slow up against my skin

Let it all feel just right

"That day, on the subway, seven months ago...I thought you were just a split second change. Music in the morning instead of the buzzing of cellphones and muffled, half asleep conversations. I thought you were just a ripple on the normally calm lake of routine and regularity...a really shiny pebble who made some nice waves.I never told anyone that, after you walked into Matthew's class...not even Riles. I usually hate being wrong...but I'm so glad I was this time. There are parts of my heart that still hurt...probably always will...but the idea that I was going to be alone, that Riley had Lucas and Farkle had Smackle and I was just always going to be the begrudged 'bridesmaid'...that's gone, Remy. You took that away. Even without saying the words, without truly being together, I at least had a someone that gave me hope again. I hated you for that...because I always said hope was suckers. I didn't want to be suckered in, but I found myself slipping every time you strummed a chord, or you smiled, or I watched you fit into our group like you had always been there. Slipping turned into falling...and without meaning to, I let myself fall. For you." She said as she looked up into his amber orbs.

Gone is the emptiness

We just take what's best and we move on

All that the hurt gets left

I should've guessed

The hustle and bustle of the city streets below was muffled from where they stood. Time seemed to stand still, though in their minds they knew the sun was slowly setting behind them. The sky was on fire, much like their young hearts. In the fuchsia glow of the impending dusk, the two young artists stood in a silent embrace...completely incomplete.

The world will turn and we'll grow, we'll learn how to be

To be incomplete

This here now, it's where we touch down

You and me let's be incomplete

"Maya...will you" Remy said before he felt a finger press against his lips

"Shhh…" Maya said as she silenced the young man, stepping back slowly from the embrace to look in his eyes once more at a distance.

"Maya...will you...do you want to be...my…" The man of many songs stammered and stumbled, not having the words prepared for what he needed to know.

"Shush…" She said, tears welling up in her eyes. "don't say anything unless you absolutely mean it…"

"I have never meant anything more than what I am about to say." He assured her, his eyes nearly smoldering with the seriousness and severity of what he was about to do.

"Maya Penelope Hart...you are the best parts of every song I have ever sang. You're the minor falls and the major lifts. You're the complex meaning behind the simple words, and the simple meaning behind the complex ones. You're the blackbird who flew into this dark black night and helped me find something to believe in, so much so that I gave all my secrets away without a second thought. I'm with happiest when you're with me. You are my home for the holidays and all the days before and after. You are my café on open mic night. You're the one missing thing that makes being incomplete completely okay. I can't promise you forever...my mother taught me that...but I can promise you that from this day, till tomorrow, and all the tomorrows that follow, I want to be with you. You have the lightning that follows your thunder...I could never hope to replace her...but maybe I could be the clouds that the storm thrives in." He said, moving forward and putting a hand to her cheek, the tiny callouses on his fingertips from years of playing guitar pressing gently against her soft skin. His words visible shook the young girl as a tear rolled down her cheek that he brushed away softly with his thumb. Her voice quivered as she spoke.

How'd we ever go without

I don't know but it looks like we've made it again

Tell me you'll never look down, down

Even with the quiver in her voice, she made her demand clear. "Tell me you'll never look down."

And the world will turn and we'll grow

We'll learn how to be…

To be incom-

"Wha…" Remy said, cocking an eyebrow at her request.

I don't wanna look down

I don't want us to break up in the cloud

All I want is to stay us, to stay with you now

"You said that, when we're together, it feels like we are on this rooftop. Up above it all. Above the possible pains on the streets, above the stress and drama and fears and...incompleteness. I feel that way too, but what scares me most is that every time I get a feeling like that it goes away. I don't ever wanna look down and lose this feeling. I don't want us to break up in the clouds. I just want us to stay here, .right now. This moment." Maya explained, her hand reaching up toward her chest and grabbing hold of the pick on a chain that hung there. The first physical gift he gave her the night they shared their first kiss.

I don't wanna look down

I don't want us to break up in the clouds

All I want is to stay us, to stay with you now

"I promise. Heartbreaker...I don't wanna look down. This moment, right here, is what I want. So... will you be mine? Will you be my girlfriend?" He finally asked what had hung upon his lips this whole time. Every time he thought he couldn't say them, the words were there all along. The moment she told him he never had to keep a secret from her, the moment his lips touched her's for the first time, the moments that felt like eternity...they were always there. He was always waiting for the perfect time...but he realized now more than ever that there is no such thing. There will always be some excuse not to act. Time was fleeting and if you didn't take a chance, you may never get the chance to...so he couldn't wait any longer. His hands cupped her face gently as he looked into her eyes, and he heard the familiar sound of a shutter closing on a camera. As the two teens looked to the ladder they had climbed up earlier, they saw Shawn Hunter smiling from behind a polaroid.

"You didn't ever want to forget this moment...so I figured it's preserve it in something beyond just your minds. So...I think they boy is waiting for an answer, Maya. What do you say?" The photographer said as he knelt just in front of the hooks that connected ladder to the rooftop.

And the world will turn and we'll grow, we'll learn how to be

To be incomplete

This here now it's where we touch down

You and me let's be incomplete

"I...you...you want to be with me? Actually with me...in a relationship...just the two of us? Like...official and everything?" She questioned softly, putting her hands over his that cupped her cheeks gently.

"That's what I'm asking you...will you be mine?" He said, smiling at her delayed response.

"You never had to ask." She said, leaning in and kissing him gently before whispering. "Yes…"

End Chapter 12 Author's Note: Sorry this one took so long to get out after part 1, but it went through a couple revisions. The first run through of writing it just felt way too ham fisted, even for a fan fiction of a tween TV series. I wanted to get it out to you all before I get weighed down once more by the doldrums of school coupled with the retail holiday season. I will do my absolute best to try and get either two chapters or one and the one shot I've been working on out to you all in the time between now and January. Thanks for sticking with me this far.