Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CW (The 100); The story is heavily inspired by the Disney Movie: Starstruck (2010); Story and Chapter Title comes from: Origin Story by Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay. AKA I own nothing. But I hope this makes you smile as much as it makes me nervous writing it.

A/N: This is me attempting to write after 10 years of nothingness. Please bear with me! And if you need to chat, I am available in Tumblr (misstopak) and Skype (dinmarielee). :) Cissa, Stela, Chan, Gina, Dani, Amb and Z, you guys keep me going. I am eternally grateful for that.

Wednesday, December 17

Laundry nights were usually Saturday nights. But this Wednesday, Alexandria Blake figured she would finish the task before the night is over. She needed it done so she could finish packing for their trip to LA. She and her sister, Octavia, was to be shipped to LA where they would be in the company of their eldest, Bellamy - whilst their parents roam around the glorious streets in all of Europe for almost three weeks. She was upset about it at first, considering how much she's dreamed of going around Europe as well. But times were hard, and she's happy her parents are able to experience such in their lifetime. A bonus is seeing her bestfriend again, Anya, who left Michigan as soon as she graduated last March. Anya lives with Bellamy and another housemate named Raven.

She was almost done now, ironing the last shirt from the bunch. Her hair was let down, wild brown curls that almost hid her face. She hums to herself, a random tune, whilst pressing the hot iron on the fabric of a white button-up blouse. Her long fingers carefully folding the article and putting it on top of a neatly done pile. She turns down the iron and pulls the plug, setting it aside to cool. She carefully sets the pile into an empty basket, for easier transport, before bringing the clothes to the living room.

"Mom says we should pack." She says to the girl on the couch, placing the basket beside her.

"In a minute." The girl responded, eyes glued to the television screen. Her legs were crossed, a pillow tucked on her stomach. By the looks of it, the girl did not plan on moving any time soon. Lexa glances up at the watch on the wall. 7:00 PM. They have an hour left before their mom returns and while Aurora Blake wasn't very strict, she was also someone Lexa didn't want to disappoint.

"Octavia." The older girl warns, returning her gaze to the girl on the couch who hasn't made any attempt to pack, or move.

"Yes, Lexa. In a minute, I promise." Octavia pleads, her eyes not leaving the screen.

Lexa sighs, crosses her arms and stands in front of the girl. Octavia looks up at her with wide eyes, her hands reaching towards the other girl to push her away. Lexa manages to evade all her attempts bringing a small smile to her lips. She loved teasing the younger girl a lot.

"Mom says we should be done packing when she gets back," She says, as soon as Octavia stops pushing her away. "We have around an hour."

Octavia clasps her hands together and gives her the best puppy dog eyes she could do. "Please, sis. We have 3 days before we leave! Those bags aren't leaving without us. I'll do the packing at the same time as watching. I can! I'll choose now and pack them later. See?" Octavia grabs some of the clothes from the basket carelessly, causing some of the clothes to fall from their neat folds. Lexa slaps her hand away. She had to agree, however, 3 days was a lot of time - she figures she should still finish packing tonight.

"Ow?" The girl snaps, rubbing the back of her palm, giving Lexa a glare. Lexa gives out a small chuckle and reaches out for her cheeks, pinching it. "I just ironed those! Take them out one at time. Put what you will bring to one pile, and those you won't bring to another." She tells the younger girl before letting go of her cheeks. Octavia rubs her cheeks and glares at Lexa, brown eyes reflecting Lexa's green ones back.

Lexa has been with the Blakes as long as she remembers. She has been a Blake for as long as she remembers. Her green eyes, overall built and complexion are testament to how she never fully is.

/

She found out in 2nd Grade. She found out like she wasn't ever supposed to. But she always knew. "You were three when we found you." She remembers Daniel Blake say, his eyes pained by the memory. "You were one of the 5 survivors from a plane that crashed on that old field, Lexa. We only had that necklace to know your name. I found you crying out for your mother. And we tried to find your family..." His voice trailed.

"I'm sorry." It was barely a whisper.

Her fingers finds her pendant, kept in place by a thin silver chain. The necklace never leaves her neck. The pendant is a simple metal strip with her name daintily engraved. Alexandria. Aurora Blake rubs her husband's shoulders, comforting him. They knew this day would come eventually.

"We're your family now, okay? Always and forever." She says is as if she wants Lexa to be convinced. As if she needed to be convinced. "We love you, honey. Okay?" She adds, her voice soft and filled with love. Lexa nods in response, she believes them, she loves them too. She always knew, of course, and there were moments when she still feels empty - incomplete. She loves them, too.

She hopes it wasn't an insult to feel incomplete. But she doesn't know how to say it - so she doesn't say anything.

/

She clutches the pendant by impulse, something she does when she's thinking - or when she suddenly thought of something sad or stressful. It's a security blanket of some sort. Octavia's face automatically softens, she asks her arms reaching out to Lexa, "Hey. You okay in there?"

Lexa takes a deep breath before nodding, "Yeah. I am." She waves her down, stopping the younger girl's attempt to move from her place at the couch. Octavia gives her a bright smile and returns to pushing her away. "Good. Now move!"

Lexa rolls her eyes but moves aside, sitting on the other side of the couch - the basket between them. She sets her own clothes aside as careful as she did earlier, limiting the creases on her newly ironed clothes. Octavia gives out an excited squeal, surprising Lexa a bit, as soon as Clarke Griffin's face is in the frame.

Clarke Griffin is an actress, soft blonde curls. Her eyes an obvious blue. She recently debuted with a leading role to a Romance Action film Dropship. She's had a few minor roles prior but none quite as big as this. Lexa denies reading Clarke's filmography. She will continue to deny it to her dying breath. She finds that Clarke's ability to balance her character's ruthlessness and softness in Dropship to be amazingly done. She also finds it impressive that Clarke was somehow able to show these characteristics through her eyes, something some actors seem to lack. (For someone who didn't care, Lexa notices Clarke's eyes too much.) She makes it look easy - acting. She make it look natural. Real. And when Finn kisses Clarke in that final scene, she wanted to gag. Lexa also denies this of course.

/

Lexa tried to hide her want to gag. She reckons her expression was a dead giveaway, again, given Octavia's sudden outburst. They have just finished watching Dropship for the third time - Octavia's insistence, of course. "OKAY. What is the big deal? The ending is perfect!" Octavia protested, feeling the need to defend the film to her sister.

"This is the third time we're watching this. I don't get it."

"But it's perfect!"

"You say this every time. And I still don't get it." Lexa scoffed, crossing her arms. "I don't see how this is necessary."

"And you look like you want to gag every time this movie ends. It's perfect, Skye totally deserves that moment. She's been through so much and-"

"I never said she didn't deserve it."

"So what is the problem?" The younger girl wailed, tugging on Lexa's arm as if it would convince her.

"It's just too... straight, O." Lexa answered with a shrug, hoping the answer saves her from Octavia's attempt to make her watch the blasted movie again. She doesn't say it makes her feel fire at the bottom of her stomach. She doesn't say it makes her feel like she's been hit by a bus. She doesn't care.

Octavia narrows her eyes, "This isn't over."

/

The feature starts. Clarke Griffin was dressed so casually that she looked almost ordinary. The smile on her face was wide. It should be illegal to have such a blinding smile. "So Clarke, Dropship has had such overwhelming support. How does that feel for you?"

"She is such a goddess." She hears Octavia sigh beside her.

"Are you sure you aren't gay, O?" She murmurs with a soft chuckle escaping her lips. But the girl wasn't paying attention to anything else. Lexa knew this dream state of hers takes a few minutes to set in, it's happened before. She didn't know anyone could fangirl so hard but Octavia was a living testament.

"The movie was great. Playing Skye Matthews is a challenge because I've never been in the situations she's been in. She has that rawness and strength to her. I'm not as brave as she is, I don't think. And that accent! I loved playing her. It was different, for sure. It was nice."

"OH MY GOD!" Lexa jumps on her seat, she wasn't expecting the younger girl to speak. She looks over to the girl with a puzzled expression, wondering if the younger one was out of her trance so early. Octavia was still focused on the television, of course. She has officially reached a different level of her trance - that level with the monologues.

"What if I meet her? What do I wear? What do I say?" The girl says with wide eyes, her palms to her cheeks. "Oh no."

"You don-" Lexa starts, refusing to believe that Octavia was serious in her mini panic attack. She was immediately shushed as the girl turns back to the TV, remote in hand, raising the volume.

"I really want to thank my fans. Being here is such an honor. I wouldn't be here without them. I'm really overwhelmed by the love they give me and I am very grateful."

Octavia gives out another sigh, a wide smile plastered across her face. "She is so dreamy. THE Clarke Griffin lives in LA. We're going to LA. What if she wants to meet me?"

"Why would she want that?" Lexa asks her, eyebrows raised, snapping her out of her trance. Octavia gapes at her as if it was the most obvious thing. And Octavia definitely believed so.

"I am her number 1 fan! I am the official president of Skye Crew." Octavia says, full of pride and confidence. "Trust me, she wants to meet me."

It is official, Lexa says to herself, finally convinced that Octavia has gone mad. "That doesn't make sense, O."

Octavia frowns at her. The girl was about to throw the pillow from her lap into Lexa's direction when her gaze moved behind Lexa. Her frown was easily replaced by a smile. Lexa looks up to see their mom behind her. She gives her a wide smile and the older woman kisses her forehead. Octavia huffs loudly, pretending to be jealous. Lexa rolls her eyes as their mom moves towards Octavia, kissing her cheek - quickly rewarded by a toothy grin from the young one. Lexa scoffs, "You'd think for someone who says she doesn't want to be babied…"

"How's packing going? All set?" Aurora asks them, eyeing Lexa, hoping to stop them from a potentially immature squabble.

"Can't she stay here?" Lexa answers immediately, pointing at Octavia - remembering their earlier interaction. "I'm embarrassed and we haven't even left."

"Why me! Why can't you stay here instead?" Octavia says in protest.

"I'm going for Anya. You however…"

"I'm going for Bellamy!"

"Yeah, that's super important to you."

"Mom!" Octavia pleads for support. Lexa knew she was winning. Octavia bringing in their mother to mediate justifies this assumption. She was winning and she starts laughing.

"Lexa, be nice to your sister." Their mother says sternly, Lexa automatically returns to her pile of clothes, a small smile still playing on her lips. "And no, she's a minor and it's illegal."

Lexa watches Octavia's expression go from relief to horrified. She bites her lower lip to keep herself from laughing.

"You aren't seriously considering leaving me here? Right?" Octavia says, jumping off the couch to tug at their mother's sleeve. The older woman just laughs, shaking her head a little bit. She clears her throat, "We leave in 3 days, honey. Just finish packing."

Octavia gives out another huff but does as she was told. She sticks out her tongue when she finds Lexa following her with her eyes.

They fall into comfortable silence while packing. Lexa rolls her eyes at Octavia being a sloppy packer - totally ignoring what she told the girl moments ago. "I'm not ironing your clothes again, O."

Octavia just sticks out her tongue again. "Don't judge me." She says. Lexa puts her hands up in surrender. "I'm not, I swear. I'm just saying."

Octavia sprints at the sudden sound of her phone ringing. A squeal was distinctly heard from the other end. "Breathe, Stella. I don't get it."

"No. I don't understand what you're saying, woman! Pipe down!" Octavia screams at her phone. She was obviously getting more frustrated by the minute. She gives up, removing the phone from her ear and screams at it, "I'm putting you on speaker!"

"She posted a photo. Oh my god! Oh my god! You have to see it. It's in my tumblr, obviously. She is so hot."

Lexa immediately figures out the cause of the commotion. She slips behind Octavia as the girl frantically scrolls through her tumblr in search of the newly-posted photo. It was of Clarke in a white tank top and a leather jacket. Her eyes easily emphasized by her make-up. She wears a smirk and Lexa gives everything she can to restrain herself from reacting. A moan escapes from Octavia's lips.

"You are so obsessed with this girl. Can you promise not to be creepy?" Lexa warns her. She didn't have a lot planned for the holidays aside from the usual Christmas traditions and binge watching TV shows with Anya. The idea of having to follow Octavia around while she followed Clarke Griffin around was enough to make her blood boil. It is creepy. It is an unnecessary waste of energy. (It isn't because she wanted her sister to leave the damn girl alone.)

"When was I creepy?" Octavia says, batting her eyelashes innocently at Lexa.

"Please. You like the poor girl's posts, photos, everything - all the time." She says, emphasizing on the last three words of that statement. "That's creepy, sis. She doesn't even know you exist."

"Hey!" The voice on the phone suddenly protested, obviously taking offense from the statement. Octavia gives a laugh, suddenly realizing she forgot about the girl on the other end of the line. "Sorry, Stel!" She says, putting the phone off speakers and placing it back to her ear. "Hey. No - no she doesn't mean that. No. I have to finish packing. I'll call you. Okay. Bye."

Lexa raises her eyebrow at the exchange wondering what is was she didn't mean, the girl on the other end may be even more delusional than her sister in this whole Clarke Griffin obsession.

Octavia cuts the call, looks for the perfect photo of Clarke Griffin and shoves her phone in front of Lexa. Lexa grabs her sister's hand to push the phone back to a reasonable distance. "I can't see anything that close, O."

"Tell me you don't find her attractive." Octavia challenges, her phone still in front of the other girl. This time, she was sure Lexa can see the photo.

Lexa takes a glance at the photo and quickly looks away, her ears with a hint of red. It was of Clarke in a red dress that hugs her body in all the right curves. Lexa clenches her jaw before whispering, "I can't do that."

Octavia prides herself in winning that one, beaming at her sister. She was looking at Lexa with eyes that screamed 'You think she's hot and you don't want to admit it'. Lexa snaps, "She has a nice face. But she's too pretty. Too famous. Too overrated."

"Of course," Octavia nods in agreement, but the twinkle in her eyes suggests she was thinking otherwise. "Keep telling yourself that."

Lexa sighs, placing one pile of her clothes in her arms and bringing the items to her room. Her room was small in comparison to the others in the house. Bellamy once insisted that she take over his as he would be in LA for most of the year but she brushes the offer away. She has sofa bed, with a lamp at one side and an end table at the other. A closet near the entrance door and a set of drawers for other clothes. A shelf filled with books and a few tiny trinket she's kept. Beside it, a small desk with a laptop, a couple of college application forms filled out underneath, and a small lamp. Everything in her room was kept neat at all times - she found it was easier to keep track of where everything was when everything is in their place.

She pulls a gray hardside suitcase from under her bed and fills them with the clothes she separated from the others earlier. 5 button up shirts, 3 jerseys, 6 v-neck shirts, 3 random statement shirts, and a couple of oversize shirts for sleeping. A pair of black pants, 3 denim jeans, 1 dark skinny jeans (her favorite) a pair of denim shorts, and some sweats. 2 sweaters, a blazer, that black leather jacket, her favorite onesie. Socks, bras, underwear, a binder. She pauses for a while, wondering if she's packing too much or not enough. She counts the days they would be spending there. She grabs a couple of bonnets from her top drawer and a scarf - she doubts getting cold, she was a Michigan girl after all.

She goes to her closet, bringing out a translucent pack filled with little toiletries just enough for weeks. She carefully places the pack inside her suitcase. She also stuffs a pack of napkins, just in case. Content for now, she sighs and closes her suitcase, pulling towards the edge of her desk. She collects the rest of her clothes from the pile she left in the living room and carefully lays them inside the designated drawers. Sweaters, scarves, gloves on the top-most drawer. Underwear and sleepwear on the second. Shirts on the third and bottoms on the last. All button ups, dresses (which she never wears), jackets and shoes are placed inside her small closet (where a couple of sling bags and backpacks are also neatly stowed away).

She makes a last trip to the living room, fixing the pillows from the couch. She grabs the basket of Octavia's clothes, which she did separate in piles but didn't pack, and places them back into the basket. She tucks the basket under her arm and moves to check the locks on the door, satisfied that everything is in its place. She places the basket in front of Octavia's door and retreats to her room to sleep.