So I wanna start doing one-shots, that are like short and sweet. Butttt, I want them to be based around your ideas, so leave a review with an idea and I will write it, no matter what the idea is I'll write a story about your idea. PS sorry that the ending to this is rushed!

Maya opened the door to her apartment, hands fumbling with shopping bags from her retail therapy. "Hello?" She called out as she to see if her roommate was present. As she walked in her heels clicked against the wood flooring. Click. Click. Click. She stopped in her tracks and sighed in relief at the fact Lucas wasn't home.

Maya walked into her kitchen, where the remains of the Lucas vs Maya battle were left. Broken plates and glasses, cake from their 1 year anniversary smeared on the kitchen cabinets. The picture of the two of them all cosy together in Iceland, drinking hot chocolate, Maya looking straight in the camera lens and Lucas admiring the blonde was now shattered. She walked over to it, picked it up and tried to pretend like everything was okay. But it wasn't. She poured herself a huge glass of red wine and slowing dragged herself to the couch in her sitting room. She started reminiscing about their argument that had happened a couple of hours before.

MAYA POV

"Maya, I've got something for you" Lucas shouted from the doorway. I jumped put of my bed and ran into the dining room, skidding on the wooden floor.

"Show me huckleberry" I said while I sauntered over to him. He smirked at me and took a step forward.

"I like you in my shirt" he smirked, tugging on the end of it. "However, I like it better on the floor" I smirked and went to kiss him. Before our lips could connect, I turn my head and he plants his soft lips against my cheek.

"Oh so we're playing like that, are we?" Lucas said with a glare. He seemed irritated by our normal back and forth banter.

"I guess we are" I replied with a similar manner. I walked back into my bedroom and he followed. I sat on my bed, picked up my laptop and started typing my report for a client. Lucas stood at my door for 10 minutes until I finally looked up from my screen and said "can I help you?"

"You didn't even look at what I got you" he said with an angry tone. I threw my laptop (gently) on my bed, stood up and marched back into the dining room very dramatically. I walked over to the table to see a white, square box. "Open it" he commanded.

I lifted the lid to see a cake that said 'naya, I live you'. I burst into a fit of laughter. "You 'live' me? Lucas this is terrible" I said wiping crocodile tears from my cheeks. His reaction to me laughing was anger. If he was a cartoon, he'd be red and steam would be blowing out his ears.

"It's better than anything you've ever given me, bitch" Lucas snarled.

"Oh yeah and what's the best thing you've ever given me? Hm? An STD?" I retort with aggression. He turns to walk away but I grab his shoulder and spin him around. I grabbed the cake and shoved it in his face. "You're such a prick" I walked away but he grabbed me just the same way and did exactly the same to me.

The next 30 minutes were filled with I hate yous and I wish you weren't heres. Glass and plates thrown, cake launched and a perfect picture ruined. By the end of it Maya had had enough. "You know what you asshole? You've ruined our anniversary because you can't take a fucking joke. I'm going to go out and when I get back I don't want you here. Got it?" I didn't give him time to reply because I marched out the door and slammed it behind me.

So here she was, Maya Hart, sat on her sitting room couch, with a gallon of wine, alone. She was so pissed off and knew that Lucas would be home soon. Just as that thought passed through her mind, the door knob jiggled and in came Mr Lucas Friar.

He walked in, not noticing Maya, and went straight in the kitchen. A few curse words could be heard about the mess and Maya winced when she heard them. He came back into the sitting room, with a beer in hand and saw her. She didn't look at him but could feel his eyes burning a hole in her head. She looked up and they held the eye contact for a few minutes that felt like an eternity.

Lucas coughed and it broke the eye contact. He took a step forward and said "Maya, I don't like arguing with you. Your remark about the cake really hurt me. Can you please just be the bigger person?"

Maya snorted whilst trying to hold in a laugh and rolled my eyes. "What do you mean 'bigger person'? Let's be realistic huckleberry, I'm like 5 foot and you're like Statue of Liberty without the torch"

He looked at me with a "seriously?" kind of expression. He walked over and sat next to me.

"You know I love your humour but this really isn't the time for it" Maya knew he was right. She sat up, looked him in the eyes and broke down. He was right there.

"I'm a mess Lucas" she said through the tears. He tilted her head up and wiped a stray tear off her cheek.

"You're my little mess and I wouldn't have it any other way"

"I'm sorry about your cake, it was a really nice thought" she told him through gritted teeth trying to sound sincere.

"It was shit, let's be honest. I just didn't wanna let you know I agreed with you" Lucas replied. They both laughed. "You know I love you, short-stack"

"And I love you, my huckleberry finn"