Hello everyone! I'm pretty new to this. So bear with me, yeah?
Anyway, the chapters for this story are meant to be a series of oneshots that may or may not be within the same universe as the show.
I've uploaded a couple of these so far on tumblr, but let me know what you guys think in the reviews. :)

Pancake breakfast

In which Maya finds out why Lucas called her a short stack of pancakes.
*Starting this off with a little bit of humor!
**Takes place sometime after Girl Meets Mr. Squirrels.

Maya Hart absolutely hated today.

For the week prior, flyers littered the halls, announcements over the PA system were made, and reminders at the end of every single school day informed students about this day. With each reminder, Maya could feel a vein in her forehead just aching to pop.

It was now Friday morning, forty-five minutes before the bell would ring to alert everyone of the beginning of the school day. There, the 5'2" blonde—with her heels on, mind you—stood at the entrance of her middle school cafeteria eying the John Quincy Adams student body.

How dare they! Did they not know what they were doing? Did they not know the meaning behind of all this?! What traitors! It was a really good thing that her best friend Riley had her back.

"Blueberry! Banana! Chocolate chip, Maya!" Her best friend—so called, might she add in at this point—looped her green canvas jacket clad arm through Maya's fishnet covered one and tugged her towards the line that wrapped around the whole lunch room. Farkle and Lucas joined soon after and it was the Minkus that noticed the permanent scowl on Maya's face.

"Ouch, Maya. Not in the mood for—"

"Don't say it—" She tried to interrupt.

"Pancakes!" The over joyous brunette eighth grader proclaimed, her brown eyes glazing over in absolute mirth at the sight of all the types of pancakes. Big ones, small ones, medium ones. Heart-shaped, crown-shaped, even ones that resembled lady bugs!

Lucas, the tallest of the group—seriously what was up with that? Did steroids help you get taller? Maya would have to look into that later.— started to pass trays down the line. "Really, Maya? Why the long face, you look madder than a wet hen!"

Reluctantly, Maya took the tray in her left hand and lazily slid it along the counter top. With the tilt of her head and a raise of her brow, she looked up at Bucky McBoingBoing with an expression that could only be read as, 'Are you serious right now?' And he says she never listens to the way he speaks.

A rich laugh left the Friar. "You look upset is what I'm trying to say."

Riley snapped out of her pancake fantasy as if she just had an epiphany and Maya swore she could see the gears in her head turning. "Oh oh—" she started off extremely excited, proud of her discovery, "—oh…" Her enthusiasm dropped, replaced with embarrassment. "You know it probably has something to do with uh…" The girl started to rock back and forth on the heels of her shoes, waiting for the line to progress, "You know…"

Farkle nodded his head, completely on the same page now. "Oh, yes. Makes sense." He paused to turn to face Lucas directly, assuming that the City Cowboy hadn't made the connection yet. "It's 'cause you called her a short stack of pancakes."

What was that saying about assuming again?

Maya reached her hand out to smash it against Farkle's face, his nose pressed against her palm. Her glare only intensified with the rather animalistic growl that escaped her. Both Lucas and Riley cringed, trying to avoid the subject. Unfortunately, they hadn't changed the subject quick enough nor had they clamped a hand over Farkle's mouth before he could make an ass out of himself.

Now, let's set the record straight. Eric Matthews had resolved the argument. They had made up and everything was better! Okay, so maybe not everything. One: Later never came so Maya never dealt with Lucas as she promised. Two: Lucas never answered why he let Maya call her those names. But those two things were never brought up again.

Even so, Maya was still a girl of pride! Heck, she knew she was short but being called out on it was just not something she took lightly.

Finally, she dropped her hand and wiped her palm on her pant leg, ridding it of the Farkle germs. The line finally started moving and everyone received their pancakes.

Riley opted for six mini chocolate chip pancakes in the shape of crowns. She mentioned how it was what the princess of the student body deserved. Farkle made sure that each and every single pancake in his tall stack was symmetrical. This aggravated Geralyn the Lunch Lady to no end. Lucas had a small stack of regular pancakes on his own plate. And after some persuasion from her friends, Maya was now sitting at a table, surrounded by said friends, staring at a stack of pancakes that started at about the same size of her hand then gradually got smaller until the top of the stack.

With a scrunch of her nose, Maya sighed heavily and rolled her eyes before reaching a hand out to the middle of the table. "Fork over the syrup, Huckleberry!" Lucas stretched his own hand out to give her the syrup. No 'thanks' in reply, typical Maya. Regardless of her lack of manners, the gentleman that Lucas was tipped his imaginary hat and winked across the table.

Maya sat silently, eating at her pancakes while the rest of her friends were engulfed in a conversation about Belgium, 1831. She herself was having a small conversation in her head.

"The Pros and Cons of Eating These Pancakes" by Maya Hart.

They were really good. Like extremely good. But they cost 5 bucks! The five dollars did go to the Wounded Warrior Project. She could have saved those five dollars and instead eaten at the Matthews'. But it was toaster strudel again. These pancakes were delicious though… But hey, wait! Eating these pancakes would mean she succumbed to Ranger Rick's torment! It would mean giving in and accepting that she was in fact a short stack of pancakes! I mean, yeah she was short, but still. Ah screw it, these pancakes were the best she's ever had!

By the time she had made up her mind, she was already on her last bite of pancakes.

She looked up, only to find four empty plates on trays and only one other person at the table with her.

"Where'd Farkle and Riley go?"

"They headed over to class," Lucas had this huge grin on his face and she couldn't quite figure out why it was there. "They left 'bout five minutes ago, but you were busier than a one-legged cat in a sandbox eating at your pancakes."

Again, she gave him the same look as before. She shook her head, as if she didn't quite catch what he had said. Her eyes were blinking rapidly, confusion written all over her face. "I'm sorry, Ranger Rick say what now?"

He looked down at the trays and laughed to himself before getting up and piling them on top of one another, heading towards the garbage can. Maya stood up and followed behind him.

"I meant that you were way too caught up in that head of yours to notice that they were gone. They even called out to you to get your attention. Said they'd just wait for you, but I told 'em to go on ahead." After sliding the scraps off the plates, Lucas went to the conveyer belt that would take the plates and trays to the back where Lunch Lady Geralyn would scrub them down. Again, Maya followed.

She stood there, all 5'2" of her, eyes full of determination. Her hands where at her hips, one cocked to the side. She meant business. It seemed that now—when it was just herself and Lucas Friar— was later.

It had been a question on her mind since he uttered those words, though it was stashed in a small closet in the back of her mind, saving it for the opportune moment.

"Of all the things, Bucky McBoingboing, why a 'short stack of pancakes'?" Her voice came in a mock southern accent, way thicker than Lucas', but hey. It was for added effect!

Lucas couldn't help but bite his lip to hold back his laughter. There was no way he could take her seriously. She was short enough that the top of her head only came to the bottom of his chin. He could easily toss her over her shoulder and drag her to class with him. His legs were long enough that he could out run her without much effort. Oh, she also had a little bit of syrup smeared on her upper lip.

"I'm sorry, but you're really not hat threatening with a syrup mustache, Short stack." Without hesitation, he reached a hand out and with his thumb, wiped away the syrup. Lucas then looked down at his thumb, messy with the syrup before shrugging and putting the digit into his mouth.

Maya stared at him as if he had grown an extra head right then and there in front of her own two eyes.

"Oh, and well. I like pancakes. My mama would make 'em for me and told me I shouldn't have too many or my stomach would start hurtin'. She always gave me a short stack. But you know..." he paused and grinned, tipping his imaginary cowboy hat before walking away towards class, still facing her direction, "...A short stack always left me wantin' more." Lucas then turned around and started a slow jog to Mr. Matthews' classroom.

A staccato of 'Ooh's left Maya's lips. Maya stared at Lucas' retreating form in utter shock.