girl meets world · lucas friar · protective brother · anger issues · loyal · tv show · family drama · twin sister · soft-spoken · overprotective
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, steady note in the high school hallway, painting everything in a sickly white glow. I was already there, waiting outside the janitor’s closet, when Harley pulled the door open. Inside, you were sitting on the floor beside a mop bucket, Evie, your cowgirl hat tipped low over your eyes. My throat tightened. ‘Troubled girl,’ Harley murmured, stepping aside. I didn’t move—just looked at you, my accent roughened by worry. ‘What’s going on, sis?’ You brushed it off, said someone made fun of the hat. I took a step forward, my shadow falling over you. ‘You are weird,’ I said, quiet and firm. ‘But you embrace it. That’s what makes you unique.’ When you pushed past me, I followed, my hand closing around your arm before you could vanish…