Hi, everyone. It's a new series I'm starting. I've always been a fan of BMW and I believe GMW is something fresh and new. Lucas and Maya (in my opinion) are something truly special. And I want to highlight something important because there's something about their identity they share, yet their difference that makes them this beautiful ... well ... thing.

This first segment features the Girl Meets Squirrels episode idea. Or what I think. Reviews are wonderful, suggestions are lovely.


It was a stupid fight.

It was a stupid fight with stupid words exchanged and stupid things that neither girl could take back.

Now, both almost-fifteen year old girls sat juxtaposed each other in Riley's colorful bedroom. Riley placed herself on the bed, stating she would not let the bay window be tainted with the "stupidity" of the situation.

"Maya, this is ridiculous."

No response.

"You're acting like a little kid. It's time for us to grow up."

Still nothing.

"You can't always be right, Maya! You don't get whatever you want in life. Lucas-

"You think that's what I'm upset about?" gritted Maya, whipping her head up so fast, blonde whips of hair hung messily about her face.

"I-

"You don't get it, do you?"

Riley frowned.

"You think I don't know that? God, Riley! I'm the expert of not getting things I want, you know that. This isn't about me not getting things my way, this is about you choosing Lucas over me. Ever since you started dating each other, it's been all about him."

Riley glared, as she clenched her fist in her lap. "You're acting selfish, Maya Hart. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

Silence. Maya felt her eyes blurring, her head and heart ached.

"I'm going home," she whispered, climbing out the window.

Her leave was welcomed with a huff from Riley and no request to come back.


It was a week. A full week without going to Riley's house. A full week without them talking. A full week where it was everyone against Maya.

Instead, she focused on cheerleading (she had made the team a month ago...she wasn't as pathetic as she had believed) and helping her mother move into their new apartment.

Riley didn't try to talk to her, either. Instead, she spent time working on the school's newspaper and hanging out with Lucas.

Lucas. Maya felt her insides want to burst when she thought of him.

As she stood by her locker, she watched Farkle walk by talking with Sarah. She didn't bother making eye contact with him. He was on Riley's side. Everyone always took Riley's side.

Why wouldn't they? she thought. I'm just the girl with the messed up family life and a best friend who lives a fantasy life.

She jumped as she closed her locker. Someone had been waiting there to talk to her.

"We need to talk."

Maya glared. "You wouldn't want to be seen talking with me, Ranger Rick. Do that and you just might lose a girlfriend."

She turned to walk away, but Lucas grabbed her arm, swinging her back around again.

"Maya."

"Isn't this what you wanted, Lucas?" she choked. She wasn't going to cry today. Not in front of him. "You finally got Riley all to yourself. You got rid of the stupid pest that teases you and makes your life miserable."

He frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"What I'm talking about is the fact that she chose you over me. That's how it's going to be from now on."

"You're crazy if you think Riley cares any less about you. And I refuse to let you say stuff like that."

Her eyes were getting very blurry now. She looked up, begging for her eyes not to betray her.

Maya took a deep breath. "You don't get it, do you?"

"No, I guess I don't," said Lucas, watching her face carefully. He swallowed as he followed the tear travel down her cheek.

"I'm not...I don't deserve happiness. I'm the mess with the messy family, messy grades, messy everything. Riley...she's all I had that was close to the 'perfect' I wished I could be."

"Maya-

"And, okay, fine," more tears spilled down her face as she continued. "Maybe I am jealous, alright? Maybe, I'm angry because everything good that happens to me...everything that I love never lasts. I don't know what I did-

"MAYA-

"AND OKAY, I should be a better student. I should be a better daughter. I should be a better friend, but I wasn't. I'm supposed to be a big girl now. And now...I just…

She was breaking. She was exposed. Lucas watched as she placed a hand on her forehead and slid back against the lockers and seating herself on the floor. Worriedly, he knelt beside her. This little girl, he thought. She's only a little girl.

When her breathing regulated, she continued, slowly and very timidly, "I guess this is just part of what I need to do to be a better person. I just-I can't be happy for her all the time. And she and you-she looked up at him, at this point. Blue met green and Lucas swore his breath hitched-you're Cory and Topanga. And...I should've known she would've cared more for you than for me."

He sighed as he continued to watch the blonde cheerleader wipe her eyes on her uniform. She was late for practice.

"Maya."

Nothing.

"Maya."

Still nothing.

"Maya...please. Just look at me."

She closed her eyes briefly, then met his eyes shyly. Little freckles dotted her the bridge of her nose and dark lashes framed her blue eyes, slightly red from crying.

What a beautiful little girl.

"Maya...do you know how much I care about you?"

He saw her eyes widen slightly. She doesn't know.

She blinked twice. Lucas gently placed his arm around her, encasing her in between the locker and the side of his rib cage.

"Lucas," she began, using his real name. "I...I mean...are we even friends?" Maya began to build her walls up again. "Would we even be friends if it weren't for Riley?"

He frowned, she noticed his jaw hardening and his stare becoming icy.

"How can you say that? After everything we've been through?"

"Face it Ranger Rick. I'm no good for you. Farkle is smart, Zay is loyal, Riley is...well, she's yours. I'm…

"You're saying I'm only friends with you because I have to?"

"I-

He was frustrated. "How could you think that? Maya, c'mon, I…

Lucas forced her to look at him, following her gaze as she shifted her eyes uncomfortably. He also forced himself to not get angry. He felt a vein pop in his neck, a warning sign of an outburst.

"Maya, I," he continued slowly. "I am you. I'm not the perfect kid, you know that. You're the one who gets me, and I get you. Do you realize how amazing it is to have someone like you who just gets it?"

"I'm sorry that you've felt like you weren't cared about...but Maya, you have to know that Riley will always care about you. I will always care for you. And you deserve happiness. Out of all of us here, Maya...you're the one who makes me want to get better at it."

She gaped at him. Eyes shining with realization.

A beautiful, broken, and brave little girl.

"I'm sorry, Maya," he whispered.

The pair continued to sit there for many minutes. Maya was very late to cheer practice now and Lucas refused to unwrap himself around the blonde girl, as he held her more, humming occasionally.

Maya breathed in and out.

She felt herself slowly feeling...feeling something. But what? She had no idea yet.

All she knew was that someone, someones cared. And she began to get up, Lucas snapping out of his daze and following her up. He stared at her, my gosh, how he stared at her.

"I'm going to talk with Riley now."

"Okay," said Lucas. He stared at her. So intently, Maya had wondered why she'd never seen that look on his face before.

"I-

"I care about you, Maya," he said quickly, desperately. As if those were his last words.

"I know, Sundance. I know that now...thank you."

The sunset streaked through the windows of the school's front doors close to Maya's lockers. Lucas saw her freckles even more now, in the orange tint of the sky's illumination. He saw her blue eyes turn into flecks of translucent light almost. Her hair was a mess, but it was her hair and it was Maya in the truest form.

After he walked her to the Matthew's apartment and after he reminded her once more and after he took a shower, brushed his teeth, and went to bed without doing any of his homework, he laid there wondering what the hell he was feeling that afternoon as the sun framed her in something special.

He felt himself slowly feeling something...but what? He had no idea yet.


I've taken the Angela-Cory argument, but made it different. Lucas does care for Maya...and I think people forget that.

xx -Jo