A/N: Hello everyone! For those of you don't know me, my name is Tori! I've been writing Fanfiction on this site since December of 2012 (I just passed my 5th anniversary of being on here ahah!) However, since I started writing Clexa, I've pretty much switched over to writing on Ao3. However, it's always been my intention to keep all of my fanfics from there also on here, which is why my Pristine series is on here, and the With Me series, as well as my story Cross Rivalry Romances. But this year I've kinda slacked off, and I have 3 stories that I've written that need to be put up here. Soooo this is gonna be the first one! This one was written at the end of 2016, and comes with two one shots that should be read afterward, so even though they're posted separately on Ao3, I'm going to add them to the end of the main story here for convenience.

So, I'm going to be posting all of these up at once, please enjoy! :D And feel free to leave any reviews - I'll do my best to answer all of them!

Golden light trickled in through the huge windows, which stretched from the ceiling to the floor. One of them was actually a door, and Clarke actually hadn't known which it was until the start of break, despite how often she'd been to this house before that as well. The light was making for a comfortable feeling in the big open room that she found herself in, laying across one of those fancy couches without a back. She was writing, of course, whatever came to her mind, across the nice paper that her hosts had gotten her for Christmas.

Her living situation was pretty precarious at the moment, but she was comfortable right now at least. The light of the dipping sun made her feel warm, even though it was probably the coldest it would get in Polis, Florida. Not that that was very cold, of course, especially not for Clarke, who had grown up in the fast moving, relatively cold in the winter atmosphere of New York City.

Clarke's hair was loose, the soft, golden waves falling across her shoulders gently as she laid on her stomach, her elbows keeping her up. She did like the heat in Florida, because she could wear a lot more flowing clothing, like the top she wore now, suspended by two practically non existent straps, that barely fell past the gentle curves of her hips.

This room had quickly become her favorite in the house, though the whole structure was incredibly large and easy to love in full. It was possibly the largest beach house in the area, just outside Polis, aside from the few others that were of similar size down the long street. Clarke wasn't sure how the richest guy who went to her new school had possibly become interested in her, but she'd become interested in him before she even knew about this place. And well, she wasn't a gold digger by any means, but she did like the huge space. And Finn was incredibly kind for a guy with everything he could ever want at age eighteen.

Clarke was also eighteen so she could, realistically, get her own place, but considering that she didn't have a job, it was easier said than done. When her mom had told her the previous summer that they were moving to Florida, Clarke had immediately pictured Miami or Orlando, but when her mom mentioned the west coast of Florida, she at least thought that they might be going to Tampa. But no, they had to move to this tiny town that her uncle Marcus lived at.

It hadn't begun very badly, when Clarke and her mom had moved into a nice place near the high school, and Clarke had started making a few new friends. Moving just before her senior year had seemed like an awful idea, and leaving her friends behind did sort of suck. So far, she'd managed to talk to them in a Skype call at least once a week, though a few of them had been making excuses to miss out on them. Clarke was starting to get over that. She did, after all, have a few new friends here in Polis.

Unfortunately, her mom's job had gone through the roof about a month and a half in, and had to move back to New York City. Seeing as Clarke had already been forced to move so far, her mom decided that she could stay in Polis with her uncle – who was her father's half-brother. The thing was, since Clarke's father had died when she was barely seven years old, she hardly knew Marcus. She started to get to know him pretty quickly, though, and he ended up being a pretty nice guy. He didn't even hesitate to allow Clarke to stay fifteen minutes away at her boyfriend's gigantic beach house for Christmas break.

Clarke thought he just felt sorry for her.

"Hey, Clarke," she heard her boyfriend say suddenly, surprising the blonde and knocking her immediately out of her daydreaming. "Miller's doing that New Year's party down the street, you coming?"

Clarke considered it for a moment. The truth was, aside from Finn and his friends, she wasn't extremely acquainted with everyone in town yet. Yeah, maybe she'd kept to herself a lot through the stress of her family's situation, but now she regretted it. "I'll stay here," she said finally, giving him a soft smile even as he frowned.

"Really? I don't get a New Year's kiss then?"

"Sorry, Finn. It's just been a rough year, you know?"

"Exactly, so why wouldn't you want to celebrate the coming of a new one?"

Clarke let out a sigh, her blue eyes falling and then looking to look out at the water. She said nothing more, and Finn got the message.

"Well, I might not be back until the morning, because Miller doesn't usually let anyone leave unless they're completely sober... but since it's really just a walk away, I'll try to sneak off," Finn told her softly, and she nodded.

"Sure. See you tomorrow."

Finn turned, walking out of the living room. A minute later, she heard the front door open and close, and she let out a relaxed sigh. It was Friday, New Year's Eve, and tomorrow Clarke would be moving back in with Marcus. She was, on one hand, disappointed to be leaving Finn's place. His parents had been there for the first half of break and Christmas, and they seemed to love Clarke to pieces, but had gone off on a mini vacation for just the two of them for the second week, leaving Clarke and Finn in the house alone.

It had definitely been a nice week.

However, on the other hand, Clarke was glad to return to normalcy. She wasn't used to all of this big, fancy stuff with lots of space. She was used to a small apartment where there was only one place to take refuge when you wanted to be completely alone. Though she never thought she'd be complaining about open space, a huge beach house was far too big for two, or even four, people.

She continued writing. Clarke loved writing – it was an escape from the real world. More often than not, Clarke was working on the novel she'd been trying to write since the beginning of the previous summer, but she had once again come to a writer's block on it. Instead, she was now writing a short story about herself. She found it easiest to take inspiration from real people, and for the past week, the only inspiration she really could've had was from herself or Finn. And Finn, despite how good of a guy he was, never seemed to give Clarke any writing inspiration.

It was about an hour later that Clarke began to get bored, and she groaned, closing her notebook and rolling over, dropping her head onto it. Staring at the ceiling, she wondered if she should've gone with Finn to the New Year's party. He was right – it did represent the end of this horrible year, and hopefully the start of a better one.

Finally making a decision, she pushed herself up and off of the couch, making her way through the empty house to Finn's bedroom. Her suitcase was sitting against one of the walls, and she quickly dug through it to find one of her flannels to wear over the outfit she was already wearing. From her experience so far here in Polis, most people wore very casual beach clothes to parties, and since it wasn't too cold, Clarke wasn't concerned about changing out of her shorts. However, since it wasn't hot either, she thought the flannel would be nice anyway.

Once checking that she looked presentable enough, she grabbed her phone and slid it into her back pocket before leaving Finn's house. She could already hear the thump of the music at Miller's house, which was the next beach house over. It was not a far walk at all, but each one of these huge houses has a significant amount of beach and lot around them, so it was a walk. There was one more house on the other side of Finn's, and then another past Miller's, but Clarke didn't know who lived in them. She was pretty sure the other one by Finn's was owned by an old couple, but she had no clue who owned the fourth one.

The air smelled like salt water and sand, and Clarke felt herself smile a little. She did love living in a town pretty much right on the ocean, though staying at Finn's place would've been even better if it were hot enough to go out and swim in his private beach.

Clarke reached the beach house and wasn't surprised to find a few people passing around a joint in front of the house, who gave her wary looks as she approached the front door. She just looked away from them. She felt like most people from the high school knew who she was, but she only knew a handful of people.

She knew of a lot more people than she'd actually spoken to. Finn had a small group of friends, including Nathan Miller, John Murphy, a guy name Atom, and another guy Bryan. Clarke didn't really mind hanging out with all of them, because she'd somehow always found it pretty easy to be friends with guys, but she was slightly surprised at herself for not having any female friends here yet. Most of her good friends in New York had been girls, anyway.

Pushing her way into the house, Clarke was immediately met with a crowd of horny, drunk, and possibly also high teenagers. The music was loud, and the air was thick and hot. Biting down on the inside of her lip to keep from cringing, Clarke began pushing her way through the crowd. She just wanted to find Finn, or at least Miller.

She didn't, though, and instead found herself colliding into a group of people who she recognized. She had hardly spoken to any of them, though. She recalled their names as they all turned to look at her – Octavia, Raven, Harper, Anya and Lexa. She didn't know much about any of them. "Sorry," she apologized hastily, and Octavia gave her a smile.

"Clarke, right? I didn't see you come in with Finn."

Lexa snickered, and Anya nudged her, leaving Clarke to gaze at them in confusion. "Uh, yeah, he got here about an hour ago. Do you know where he is?"

"I'd try one of the bedrooms upstairs," Lexa offered, but she immediately got glares from all the rest of the group. "What? I saw him go upstairs."

"If you wanna wait here, I'll try to find him for you," Octavia offered. "I know this place like the back of my hand."

Clarke was completely confused now. "Ah, no that's okay, I can go. Thanks." Octavia frowned, but nodded, and Clarke separated from the group of girls. She didn't know much about them, but she'd seen them countless times. They were a group that didn't seem to be friends with many guys, aside from a guy named Bellamy, who Clarke was pretty sure was Octavia's brother, and another guy named Lincoln. They were also friends with Miller, apparently, but at school, Clarke only ever saw them hanging out with each other. A closed circle type friend group, like the way they were standing when Clarke accidentally just collided with them.

She found the stairs and pushed past a few people to make her way up. Here, apparently, was where everyone with cigarettes were gathered, and the air was smoky and disgusting. Coughing, Clarke looked around curiously, trying to locate her boyfriend. She finally saw Bryan, who was stumbling around slightly, and she stopped him. "Hey, Clarke!" he slurred. "You seen Miller?"

"No," Clarke answered apologetically, "have you seen Finn?"

"Yeah, he went down the hall I think, to the end. Maybe in that room. See ya." Bryan stumbled toward the stairs, and Clarke's eyes widened, thinking that he might fall. He seemed to make it down okay, though, so Clarke continued her mission of finding her boyfriend. She reached the room at the end of the hall, and tried to see if she could hear anything by pressing her ear against the door. The rest of the sound from the party was filling the whole house, however, so she opted just to open the door.

Her jaw dropped the instant she laid eyes on her boyfriend, naked and atop an equally naked girl. The blankets were strewn away, leaving nothing about the situation for guessing, and Clarke felt tears suddenly spilling from her eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she heard herself demand. The girl below Finn pushed him off in a second, and they both looked to Clarke with wide eyes of surprise.

"I thought she wasn't coming tonight!" the girl whined in annoyance, grabbing for a blanket and pulling it over her body quickly. Finn said nothing, his eyes stuck on his girlfriend – ex girlfriend now – with his mouth agape.

"Clarke," he finally spoke, but Clarke was already backing away from the room and starting away. She had been laying in bed completely naked with him literally sixteen hours ago, and here he was getting messy in the sheets with someone else, because she had decided not to come to a fucking party. "Wait! Clarke!" He was stumbling after her with a sheet wrapped around himself she realized, as she made it to the stairs and turned her head.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Finn!" she shouted at him, drawing more than a few people's attention to the scene. She pushed her way down the stairs and looked for the nearest exit. The air was too thick, too hot, and she needed to get outside.

She couldn't believe her boyfriend. It had been an incredibly hard year for her, with moving before her senior year and just after her eighteenth birthday, only to have her mother move back up to New York and leaving her with an uncle she barely knew. Finn had been her grounding point these past few months, but she was sure that through it all, he'd been happy. Faithful as well, though now she wasn't sure.

She ran into a number of people as she sought out a door, and the one she finally reached was the back door, which opened out onto a patio. Past the patio was the sand and then the ocean, and to the right a ways, she could see Finn's similar backyard. To the left, the fourth beach house's backyard. She wasn't sure where to go, because her things were at Finn's place, but she didn't want to see him.

"Fuck," she breathed out, her hands wiping across her face frantically. Someone bumped into her and she stumbled to the side, running into a table that was covered in a plastic table cloth and covered in supplies for shots.

Her tear filled eyes scanned over the alcohol, and she finally found some tequila that looked decent. Filling three shot glasses for herself, she took in a deep breath.

Clarke took down each shot one after the other, numbing her feelings and the end of her nose slightly. When she was done, she forced herself away from the table and sat down at the end of the patio, where less people were crowded. Fresh tears fell from her eyes, and she let her head fall into her hands helplessly. How was she even going to survive the rest of the year in this place?

Suddenly, someone was sitting next to her, and she half expected it to be Finn, with his clothes thrown back on. Looking up, however, she realized that it was Lexa. "What do you want?" Clarke snapped.

"I know we don't know each other," Lexa said, "but I saw you run out of there, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I took three shots of tequila straight, so I'm going to be just fine now."

Lexa said nothing, and Clarke realized something all of the sudden.

"Wait, you knew that Finn was up there with some other girl," she exclaimed, her voice louder than she meant it to be. "You all did! And you didn't tell me!"

"Clarke," Lexa said firmly, "I'm sorry to tell you, but you've been dating an asshole."

"He's not – he hasn't... he hasn't been cheating on me this whole time!" Clarke denied, refusing to believe that he could've been doing something so awful.

"Maybe not," Lexa agreed with a soft nod, "but he's cheated on girls in the past. He's a womanizer, babe, that's what he does."

Clarke rolled her eyes, feeling a couple more tears leak from them against her will. "Well great. I'm fucked for the rest of the year. Or at least for the next day. All my shit is at his precious fucking mansion."

Lexa glanced in the direction of Finn's beach house, and she frowned. "Do you want to –"

"Why are you even talking to me?" Clarke demanded, interrupting the brunette, who gave her a quizzical look. "You don't know me. I don't have any friends here, okay? This place has done nothing but fuck up my life, and I fucking want to leave."

"Florida?"

"Yes."

"You know, it's not that bad once you get used to the heat and stuff. Polis is kind of a small town, though, so I can see how you could be uncomfortable coming from a place like NYC."

Clarke frowned. "How did you know that's where I'm from?"

"Most people here know pretty well who you are, Clarke," Lexa stated firmly. "Like I said, it's a small town. Some people know your uncle from the hospital, and at least everyone in school knows who Finn is. It's hard to not know who you are."

"What else does everyone know about me?" Clarke asked in quiet voice. Perhaps she shouldn't have found a grounding point so soon after moving, or maybe she should have at least ventured out away from that point more than once.

"Not much other than that," Lexa told her softly. "You need a place to stay tonight?"

Clarke turned her gaze to the brunette, who was looking at her with pity. Clarke hated being pitied, and she steeled her expression as best as she could, wiping away her tears again. "No."

"Oh yeah? You're going to go back to Finn's place tonight?"

Clarke was standing now, and Lexa was following her movements. "I don't fucking know," Clarke snapped angrily. "Just leave me alone. You don't know me, nobody here does. I don't care what people heard about me or whatever, but the only person here who knows anything about me is Finn, and now that I know he's a fucking douche bag, I... I just..."

"Lexa?" a voice called, and both Clarke and Lexa turned to the back door, where the rest of Lexa's group of friends were pouring out of the house. "What happened?" The voice speaking was Octavia.

Lexa pursed her lips, and Clarke began to storm away. The blonde heard the girl say, "She found Finn with some girl. She's been staying with him over break, but she won't let me take her anywhere to sleep tonight."

"For fuck's sake," another voice said, and Clarke thought that it was maybe Raven or Harper. She didn't know them all very well. At this point, Clarke was preparing herself to sit down at the other end of the porch, but a hand was gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her back a bit. "Clarke?" It was Raven, she realized, upon turning around. "Look, you're coming with us tonight, okay?"

She didn't fight anymore, and let the group of girls lead her down onto the sand. She suddenly realized that they were making their way to the other beach house. Blonde eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who lives there?"

"I do," Octavia answered. "Don't worry, no one else is home, so we won't get in trouble or anything."

Clarke wasn't fighting anymore, so she wasn't worrying at all. She found herself led into the house through the back door when they reached it, and Octavia took charge of her. She got her to wash her face off, brush her teeth with a toothbrush that was apparently extra, and then brought her into one of the many bedrooms.

"Sleep," the brunette told her quietly. "It's gonna be okay."

The three shots Clarke had taken were getting to her head slightly, but she nodded and let herself collapse into the bed. When she heard the door close, signifying that Octavia had left the room, she let out a sob.

Her life was absolutely fucked up.

Light was flooding into the room when Clarke woke up the next morning, her blue eyes having to blink over and over before getting used to it. She realized that the room had windows on both the west and east side of the house, and she wondered where exactly it was situated. She'd been in every room in Finn's house, but this one she did not recognize.

It hit her suddenly, though, that she wasn't in Finn's house after all. She was in Octavia's. Because Finn had cheated on her the night before.

"Fuck," she hissed, before uttering the word again when she felt an ache in her side. She glanced down at her body, her hand pushing up her shirt and flannel to see that she had a bruise on her hip from running into the shots table the night before. "Shit."

The room was silent aside from her mutterings, at least for a few more minutes. When she began to hear seagulls from outside, Clarke let out a breath and pushed herself up, glancing around the room. Her shoes were by the door, though she didn't remember taking them off or putting them there, and there was a bathroom door hanging open a few feet from the bed. Placing her bare feet on the cold, wooden floor of the room, she entered the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth again. Her eyes were still splotchy from tears and makeup, so she washed it off again and quickly tied her hair up into a small ponytail. When she looked less like some sort of living dead, she allowed herself to slide her sandals back on and leave the bedroom.

She was on the second floor it seemed, and when she located the stairs to bring her down, she realized that this beach house also had a third floor. She heard quiet voices coming from up there, but she wasn't sure if she should allow herself to follow them.

When she heard a loud noise from downstairs, Clarke opted to go down instead of up, and found herself soon entering a kitchen that looked a lot like Finn's. In front of the stove making eggs stood Lexa, and Clarke remembered their conversation from the previous night. It unnerved her to think that people knew a lot of things about her that she had not voluntarily divulged, but it was also somewhat nice that her entire back story didn't need to be explained once again. That being said, she wasn't sure if any of this group of friends knew about her mom's job situation or anything.

"Hi," she spoke in a somewhat raspy voice, drawing Lexa's gaze.

"Morning," Lexa replied tiredly. "You want an egg?"

"Please." Clarke sat down at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, glancing around the kitchen. It opened up into a living area, both of which had huge windows facing the beach, similar to Finn's place. "So Octavia lives here?"

"Yeah. Her parents are loaded," Lexa answered.

"Is her room on the third floor? I heard people up there."

"Yep. There's just one studio room up there and a bathroom, and she won that as her room against her twin brother Bellamy. Their parents decided to give it to one of them when they started high school, and I think they had a swim contest or something to see who would win it," Lexa explained, smirking a little.

"Have you known them since then?"

"Yeah, I met them when I moved here in the eighth grade," Lexa answered. "I moved from Chicago."

Clarke nodded slowly, not sure that she cared to ask anymore questions. She was honestly just distracting herself from her own situation. For the first day of the new year, things kind of sucked. "Sorry for ruining your New Year's Eve. You guys didn't stay at the party 'til midnight."

"No, but we stole some of Bellamy's secret liquor and had our own party down here," Lexa admitted. "You crashed, though. I don't blame you. Getting cheated on sucks."

"Yeah well, I didn't know just how bad until last night." She sighed. "If everyone knew how much of a douche Finn is, how come nobody thought to tell me?"

Lexa gave her a skeptical look. "Clarke, you sort of moved into this town and immediately met Finn, and proceeded to only hang out with him and his lackwits. Well... I mean, they're not all that bad. Miller is a good guy, and Bryan's okay. But Atom, Finn and Murphy are rather... well... you know. You had plenty of opportunities to talk to other people, but you didn't."

"Yeah well, I have my reasons."

"I'm sure you do, I'm just telling you why no one thought to warn you about Finn. You didn't ask."

Clarke looked down at the counter, where her fingers were spelling out invisible words like "fuck" and "shit." "I thought I was falling in love with him."

"You probably were. Like I said yesterday, he's a womanizer. It's what he does – he makes girls fall in love with him, and he fucks them over. I'm sure he cares about you in some way, he just can't commit," Lexa told her with a frown.

Clarke's eyes turned up again, but the brunette was not looking at her. "I guess." The room went silent again at that point, though, and Lexa offered up no more words to keep the conversation going.

Sighing, the blonde looked down again. She definitely didn't know anything about this group of people, and was half considering just leaving now before she could get herself into anymore awkward situations, but then the rest of the group was entering the room. "Morning, Lex!" Harper chimed happily.

"I have no fucking clue how you can get up so early after drinking so much," Anya groaned, her hand in her hair as she went into the kitchen, grabbing a fork from a drawer and stealing a bite of the scrambled eggs that Lexa was probably almost done with. "Mm, yum."

"Yes well, you would all die if I couldn't," Lexa claimed, turning off the burner and grabbing plates. "Everyone want some?"

"Yes!" everyone else exclaimed, aside from Clarke, who was feeling incredibly out of place now.

"I'm never sleeping in Octavia's room when Raven's in there ever again," Harper said to Anya and Lexa, and for the first time, Clarke realized that the other two brunettes were seated in another bar stool now, practically on top of each other.

"We didn't do anything," Octavia claimed from atop Raven's lap, and the other girl smirked.

"I mean, we did something..."

"Ew," Anya interrupted, feigning a gag. "Please don't ever have sex when we're all sleeping in the same room as you, please."

"We didn't!" Octavia exclaimed, though her face was now incredibly red as she glared at Raven, who was still smirking.

Lexa grinned at them. "Sorry, O, but you're not quiet."

"I am too!"

"You're quiet in comparison to some people here," Anya stated. Her gaze shifted to Lexa, who was dispersing eggs on small plates now as she scoffed.

"I am perfectly capable of being quiet when I want to be."

"Okay, so when the fuck do you ever want to be? Because when I was one room over from you last summer, you did not hesitate to scream as loud as you fucking could when that one red head – what was her name again? – was fucking you."

"Her name was Rachel," Lexa said indignantly, "and for the record, it was her screaming. I am never that loud."

Clarke's eyes were wide as she witnessed the conversation in front of her. She'd never had a group of friends who spoke so openly about sex before, though she was sure that she probably could've if she'd had a broader range of friends back in New York. This small town, she was learning, was a lot different than any other place she'd been before. She was also slightly surprised that it seemed that at least over half of the girls in this friend group were queer of some sort, and she found herself wondering if they all were. Not that she cared, of course, she was as open and accepting as they came. Especially since she herself was slightly questioning of her own sexuality.

Not that she'd voiced this questioning or anything, but she'd never known for sure. She hadn't ever been interested in a specific girl, anyway, and had only ever dated boys. Finn, as it seemed, was the most long term boyfriend she'd ever had as well. Ah, how good things come to an end so easily.

A plate of eggs was set neatly in front of Clarke, along with a fork, and the blonde gave a small, grateful smile to Lexa, who returned it brightly.

"So, what's on the agenda for today? Last Saturday before the last semester of high school," Harper said to the group with a wide smile.

"Well," Octavia said, "first thing's first. We have to go help Clarke get all her shit from asshole's place down the street."

Clarke frowned at the mention of this task, but she knew that it was something she needed to do. "You guys don't need to help me with that."

Raven scoffed. "Please, Clarke. We're not going to make you do it alone."

"You just need to bring it to your mom's place?" Anya asked, getting a frown from the blonde.

"Um, no. My uncle's place. He's not expecting me back until a little later, but I have a key in case he's not in," Clarke replied quietly.

"Cool, so once we're all less like zombies, we can go to Finn's place and get your stuff, and I'll drive us up to wherever it is that your uncle lives," Octavia declared. Clarke gave her a grateful smile.

"Thanks."

"So, you and your mom live with your mom's brother?" Harper's question was clearly only posed in order to be friendly, but Clarke's expression immediately fell.

"Um. No. My mom is back in NYC."

"Oh," Harper said with a frown. "Sorry, I didn't know."

"That's fine. Her new job fell through, so she had to transfer back up to where we used to live. She let me stay here with my uncle, since I'm in the middle of my senior year and everything, but that's why I stayed with Finn for break. It just felt weird spending a holiday with my uncle, who I barely know. He's my dad's brother, and my dad died when I was a kid," Clarke explained.

Lexa had concern written into her face, as did the rest of the group, but it was the former who spoke first. "That sounds rough." Clarke just nodded, looking back down at her food and taking a bite. The rest of the group followed suit, unsure of what to say now.

Finally, Octavia slid off of Raven's lap and took the seat in between the brunette and Clarke. "Well, Clarke, you're always welcome to hang out here. Most of us hang out here a lot, but I'm pretty much always here anyway."

Clarke gave her a smile, but Lexa snickering drew her attention. "Just don't come over here when it's 'just' Octavia here, because chances are that Raven is also here, and being alone with the two of them is never a fun time."

"Hey," Octavia snapped in annoyance, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's not true."

Clarke laughed a little. "So you two are dating?" she asked Octavia and Raven, and the latter grinned.

"Yep, going on two years now," she announced proudly. "Somehow she puts up with me."

Octavia rolled her eyes. "I have no idea how."

With that, the tension in the room was dispelled, and Clarke felt herself actually getting along with the entire group. It felt nice to be talking to people who knew her, didn't judge her, and also weren't a bunch of rowdy, annoying teenage boys.

A little into the afternoon, Octavia announced that they should go over to Finn's sooner rather than later, and so they all got changed – since the majority of them were wearing pajamas now. At that point, all there was to do was head over to Finn's, and they piled into Octavia's car so that they could head straight to Clarke's uncle's place afterward, and it was time for Clarke to face her newest reality.