Hey guys, long time no see. It has been almost 2 years since I last uploaded something here.
This is a Clarke x Lexa story that's been on my mind for a couple weeks so I thought ' why not?'.
I'll be updating every week( hopefully) and if you have any doubts or suggestions please say it in a review or you can look me up on tumblr (name's on my profile).
Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. Word count for this chapter is 1,869.
The music blares in your ears and you sing along with Passion Pit as you take another box out of the moving truck; you never thought you would admit it but you have to accept L.A. suits you really well. You were pretty reluctant of leaving New York City but no one can really blame you. You were truly living the dream: attending one of the best high schools in the city getting ready for the perfect senior year with your life-long friends and accommodated in an apartment just a block away from Central Park. Yeah, you really had it good but as far as you have seen, this new place seems pretty neat. With the beach just 10 minutes away, an enormous house with a pool at the back and the sun being out is a nice change from cloudy New York; and what can you say about the cute boy who you just saw entering the house next door?
"Clarke? Are you done with the boxes?" your mom shouts from inside the house and you sigh
"Just a minute, mom. I am missing just a couple more."
"Well, don't be long. We still have to unpack before tomorrow if you want it all to be ready before your first day of school!"
You mumble a soft 'believe me, I know' and continue to get boxes out of the truck begrudgingly.
Just as you are taking the last box you hear a distant 'Watch out', but even if you had heard it you wouldn't have been able to avoid what happened next. You can just gasp as it all unfolds before your eyes.
Laying on top of your boxes sprawling some of the contents there is a tangle of limbs and brown hair and you can just stare.
There is a Chicago Bulls snap back by your feet and you pick it up as you finally regain some of your vocabulary.
"Oh God, are you alright? I am so sorry, I swear I did not hear you coming." you gush out at the owner of the snap back and the next moment can only be described as your most embarrassing one ever.
The girl stands up and you just stare dumbfoundedly at her in a way that makes her arch an eyebrow at you, but still, you do nothing. She's beautiful, with deep light green eyes that make you feel like when you lay down in the grass at the beginning of spring with the breeze ruffling your hair and her long brown hair is pointing in every direction as the wind blows around you, but still, she looks graceful. She's wearing a Passion Pit tank top (and that makes you feel as if this was destined to be) and torn deep blue jeans that fit her in all the right places and your mind just goes blank. The moment is broken when she gestures to her snap back and you give it back in an almost robotic way. Then, she leans over to grab what you realize is a longboard from under the pile of boxes and starts saying something you do not get the first time
She laughs, and it is so soft but full in a way that makes your insides feel squishy.
"Hey, Sunshine? Didn't you hear me the first time? You alright there? It looks as if it was you who crashed against a pile of boxes." the girl says and you finally shake your head lightly getting out of your trance
"Yeah, sorry. It's just..." you trail off and she just smiles at you
"Got distracted by my beauty, sunshine? Yeah, I get that all the time." she snickers and flashes you a full-toothed smile and there's a feeling at the pit of your stomach that tells you this will not be the last time you see it
"Don't be so cocky, I just lost myself for a minute. And why do you even call me Sunshine?" as soon as the words come out of your mouth she scoffs loudly and a soft 'yeah, sure' comes out of hers accompanied by a shrug due to the last part
"I swear it was just the shock of it all! And besides, I don't have to explain myself since I don't even know you."
"Lexa." she lets out with the trace of a smile on her lips
"What?"
"I'm Lexa, now you know me so you can not excuse yourself in such a lame way. Just admit it, I look awesome." and there it is again, that smile that makes you smile along too
You answer with a soft 'as if' and she grins at you while placing her snapback atop of one of the boxes.
"Anyways, need help with this stuff?" she gestures to the mess of boxes and clothes behind her and that's when you realize you are going to be screwed if your mom sees this
"Actually, yes. Could you help me with getting these inside the house?" you inquire softly, waiting for a positive answer
"Sure, I'll help you stranger." she replies with a shrug and you almost face palm yourself when you realize you are yet to introduce yourself
She lifts the heaviest box as if it was nothing and you can't help but think how good her arms look when she carries stuff around.
You follow her like a lost puppy with another box and you find your self blurting your name so quickly she doesn't catch it.
"Say what, stranger? Was that a sneeze or an attempt to call for help?" she snickers and you blush profusely
"Shut up. I said that my name's Clarke."
"Nice to meet you then, Clarke. Good to put a name to a pretty face" she says happily as she goes to get another box, missing the color that paints your cheeks
It only takes two more trips until all the boxes are in the porch and you almost sigh at thinking she's going to leave since there is no reason for her to stick around.
"Thank you for helping me, Lexa. And I am so sorry for making you crash. Also, are you alright? You didn't get hurt did you?" what started smoothly ends with a jumble of words that you are glad get the message across
"It was nothing, Clarke. And yeah, I'm fine. It is just a few scratches, nothing important." she answers while pointing at an obviously important scrape in her arm that is slowly bleeding and you scold yourself again for not noticing earlier
"Let me clean it up for you, I know a thing or two of first aid techniques." you offer eagerly and she just looks at you for a few seconds as if she was pondering the possibilities before saying yes
You guide her inside de house and before you can realize what is going to happen, your mother is in front the two of you.
"Clarke! I thought you would never finish with the boxes, it took you about an hour to bring them here. I can not believe tha- Oh, hi there. I had not seen you. Are you Clarke's new friend? I'm Abby Griffin, her mother." your mom goes from strict to friendly in a matter of seconds as she extends her arm towards Lexa and before any of you can say anything she gets a soft grip of Lexa's hurt arm
"Let me take a look at that sweetie. Let me guess, Clarke was too distracted with her music and that ended with you getting hurt, am I right?" now your mother is looking straight at you and you sink further into yourself as she mouths a 'you are in trouble, young lady'
"Come with me, I'll patch you up in no time. Let me tell you I am an expert on dealing with things like this; when Clarke was younger she used to come home with one or two every week." she jokes and that breaks the small tension in the room
Lexa just smiles goofily at you as she gets dragged along and you shrug but return the smile.
"So what's your name, sweetheart?" your mom asks as she rummages through boxes looking for the first aid kit
"It's Lexa. I actually live next-door."
Your eyes widen at that thought. You and Lexa are neighbors, which means that cute boy you saw earlier is her brother? friend? boyfriend?
You shake your head again and focus on your mother's conversation with Lexa.
"Oh, so you are a Woods? Your mother came by a few hours ago and let me say she is a total sweetheart too. She actually invited us over for dinner today." this last part is directed towards you and you nod softly as surprise creeps over your whole body
"So that's why she wanted me to come home so soon." Lexa mumbles and your mom gestures her to continue with her rant
"Oh, it's just that I was skating at the park and she called me to return early, which I found odd but now I know the reason why." she continues and flashes your mom a dazzling smile and you mom smiles along too and says how Lexa definitely looks like 'one of those skater girls on TV' making the brunette blush at the compliment
"Well, that's about it Lexa. You are all set up to go home."
"Thanks Ms. Griffin. I really appreciate it."
"Oh, it was nothing. Clarke? Can you walk Lexa to the door? I have to unpack a few things and make a run for the store." it is more of an order than a question, so you answer with a brief yes and motion Lexa with a smile
You walk her all the way to the front porch and even though none of you say a thing, it is not an awkward moment.
"So I guess I'll see you tonight, huh?" Lexa asks nervously, and for the first time she looks at you without playfulness in her eyes
"Yeah, sure. Wouldn't miss it for the world." your reply rolls off smoothly from your tongue and you almost punch the air happily at the sight of Lexa's faint blush adorning her cheeks
"Okay, see you in a few then." she makes move towards her house but you let out a soft 'wait' that makes her stop
"Why did you call me sunshine?"
"I don't know, it just seemed... fitting."
And with one last smile she's gone and you just stare at her until she's at her door. She waves at you and you barely save yourself from further embarrassment as you wave back at her.
You start walking towards your door and then you notice the Chicago Bulls snapbacks sitting over the heavy box. You smile as you clutch it to your chest and enter your house. Thank god for your scattered-brain and Passion Pit for putting you on her way.