Hello everyone!

So once again, another silly idea popped into mind, and it's probably due to the fact that I am rewatching The 100, so naturally, Clexa is constantly on mind xD.

Since I love Clexa and food so much, I thought, why not make a story of them involving food! (I know, I know, genius.) XD Also, I thought I would jump on the Modern AU side of Clexa to see how it goes. :)

Hopefully this story catches your interest, and flows well. :)

Excuse any mistakes, I do not own any characters from The 100, long live Heda, and all that jazz..!

Enjoy!

She was putting the finishing touches of mascara on her eyelashes until there was a soft knock on her door, and her mother poked her head in.

"Clarke, you almost ready?" Abby questioned, and Clarke set the mascara down.

"Yes. How do I look?" she asked, standing up and displaying her blue semi formal dress.

"Beautiful, honey." her mother smiled. "Let's get going before your father starts stressing."

"You mean more than what he already is?" Clark smirked, and her mother nodded with raised brows.

"You got that right, kiddo."

Clarke grabbed her purse and followed her mother out of the door.

Her and her parents were heading to a house warming party hosted by the new neighbors in their little suburban neighborhood. Their house was just down and across the way, so they were able to walk. Clarke had never heard of a Gustus Woods before, but her father had, and he seemed rather anxious as they made their way over.

Apparently, from what Clarke had gathered, this Gustus Woods owned a restaurant called Grounders Steakhouse in the smaller town next to them, and when it gained popularity he had bought the old building across the street from her father's own restaurant in their town, and then eventually moved to their little residential community. She had seen people fixing up and moving things around in the old building whenever she would head to her father's restaurant for work, but she never got a good look at the new owner or stepped inside yet, seeing as he had just opened it last week.

Even though her father was a friendly and welcoming man, Clarke could sense a slight defensive and anxiousness from the new competition, and he urged her and her mother to go to the house warming party to "just check them out".

Her mother wasn't as invested in the matter as her father was, seeing as she had her own career as a doctor and kept her focus on that, and though Clarke had a love for art, working in the restaurant brought her closer to her father and thus felt like she was a part of this as well. But she wasn't afraid of new competition. They had loyal customers and, well...great food and drinks. They were one of the more popular restaurants in their bustling town, no way could a new restaurant just snatch away years of hard work.

However, she wasn't sure how she felt about possibly taking over Arkadia Bar and Grill when she got older. Her father had briefly mentioned it a few times, and Clarke would always just sort of dismiss it. She still had senior year to look forward to, and possibly college to consider. She didn't want to set her future just yet, and her father still had a while before ever having to consider retiring.

And there was also her younger brother, Aden. Though he was only thirteen, perhaps when he got older he would consider taking over their father's business. Only time would tell.

"Why didn't Aden want to come?" Clarke asked as they walked down the sidewalk, their formal shoes clicking on the pavement.

"He said he had already made plans tonight with his friend to take down the evil Slug-something, king-of-whatever in that video game." her mother shook her head, and Clarke chuckled.

"Sleegorg, the king of the Zwiggions," Clarke corrected, having heard all about it already.

"Whatever you say. All I know is if you make a complete line in Tetris, it disappears," Abby laughed as they got closer to the house.

There were quite a few cars filling up the driveway and one side of the lawn, and Clarke could see the other neighbors making their way as well. She was glad both of her friends Octavia and Raven lived in the same suburb, which meant they would be coming to the party as well.

The house was large, like all of the surrounding houses were, seeing as people who made decent money lived in this area, but she wondered just how everyone was going to fit when she saw five more people make their way inside before them.

"Alright, Griffins, look alive," her father said, his eyes scanning every inch of the place and the people, immediately being greeted. He placed his hand on the small of her mother's back and directed them over to a small group of older friends, leaving Clarke near the door.

She sighed as she walked over to the wall to stay out of people's way. She knew this party was going to be more of adults standing around drinking and talking, and not like most of the more wilder parties Clarke went to, and she pulled out her phone, bringing up the group chat between her, Raven and Octavia.

Clarke: Are you guys here already?

Raven: I'm almost ready, then I'll be heading there!

Octavia: Uhm, I still have to do my makeup…

Clarke: Well hurry up! I don't want to force myself to make awkward small talk with all these older folk.

Raven: Oh, Clarkey-poo, you should be used to talking to strangers! You work in a restaurant dork. And O, always fashionably late.

Octavia: Shut up Reyes! Am not!

Clarke: Yeah...you kinda are…

Raven: Ha!

Octavia: I hate you both.

Clarke: Text me when you both decide to show up, please.

She put her phone away and decided to look around. She saw a glass of wine on a long table nearby and glanced back at her parents. Seeing them deep in conversation, she casually picked the glass up and continued on.

The house seemed a hell of a lot bigger on the inside, and rather...fancier in her opinion. Sure, her house was huge and between her parents' jobs they lived comfortably, but it had a more homier feel than this one did with its dark gray tiled flooring, stone fireplace, and light gray walls with white trim, with a decent amount of expensive looking paintings hung about. Other than that, there wasn't much of a home-like feel to it like family pictures, shoes by the front door, worn in couches, or even a pet. Perhaps Gustus Woods lived alone.

Just how much money does this guy make? She wondered as she decided she would inspect the art pieces, as her artist-heart drew her more to them than the people.

She took a sip of the wine and was surprised to find a very sweet after-taste, and took another sip.

"Easy there, child. You don't want to go drinking that too fast or you'll be regretting it later," an older, bald man smiled at her behind large glasses, chuckling as if he just made the funniest joke, and Clarke forced a gracious laugh for the sake of the old man. She had mastered fake laughing from waitress experience.

"Thank you, I'll try to restrain myself." she nodded, and moved further down, coming to a painting of a single deer in the woods. The shades of muted green blended well together, and actually inspired Clarke. Perhaps she'd try her hand in painting a forest someday...

Suddenly, something dark caught the corner of her eye, and she looked over to see a rather beautiful girl enter the room, picking up one of the glasses of wine. She had long, earthy-brown hair that cascaded down in long layers over her black one-shoulder dress. She had even, bronzed skin, and the light touch of black makeup made the green of her eyes stand out. Her features were calm, perhaps stoic, even as her eyes picked up on Clarke's staring and swept over to her. A curious feeling rose in Clarke as her eyes landed on her, but she couldn't look away from the beautiful site. They stared at one another, unblinking, until the girl raised a slender eyebrow in her direction, and Clarke finally snapped out of it. She smiled with embarrassment, and quickly returned her eyes to the painting, feeling odd.

However, she could feel the prickling of her presence on her skin, and glanced over to see the girl had made her way closer, staring at one of the paintings. Clarke began staring again, and the green-eyed beauty glanced over at her once more. Clarke could feel herself beginning to blush as she smiled nervously, and a soft smirk caught the girl's lips before she raised the wine glass and took a sip, her eyes never leaving Clarke. She took a drink from her glass as well, and finally had to looked away as butterflies clenched her stomach and her face became deep red. Was she eye-flirting with her? Clarke began to focus hard on the painting in front of her, trying to calm herself even as she felt the girl's eyes burning into her. She had never seen this girl before —then again, she didn't exactly know everyone here except for a handful of familiar faces— but when she turned she nearly gasped as she came face-to-face with the green-eyed girl.

"Either you are really into art, or you are also trying to avoid people," she said, her voice soft and low-toned, and she turned to look at the forest painting before them, taking a sip of wine.

Clarke chuckled lightly, feeling nervous as she realized the girl was standing so close. "Yeah, you could say both."

"I don't blame you," she said softly.

Clarke liked her voice. It was alluring, and so smooth that she could probably calm raging waters just by talking to it.

"What brings you to this dull excuse of a party, uhm…?" she trailed off, looking at Clarke questioningly.

"Oh —Clarke," she responded a little too quickly, blaming her nerves.

"Clarke," the girl repeated slowly, her tongue clicking, and a wave of butterflies rushed through Clarke.

This girl held a strange power.

"Interesting. So, what forced you here?" she asked again.

"Oh, we live just up the way, and my dad urged me to come with him and my mom to meet the new neighbor. —And also to check out his new competition," she chuckled, taking a sip of wine.

"I see. Have you met this man?" she asked, and Clarke shook her head.

"No, actually. I'm not even sure what he or any of his family looks like. If he even has family..." she shrugged.

"What makes you say that?" the girl asked, curious.

"Well, there are no family pictures, no assortment of coats by the door, or keys hanging on the wall, no pets...just seems like he lives alone, but I could be wrong," Clarke said honestly.

"I see what you mean." the girl nodded.

"But it is beautiful in here," she added on a more positive note.

"It really is," the girl said, and Clarke looked over to see striking green eyes already on her, causing her to blush.

This girl was definitely flirting with her.

Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate, and pulled it out to read the texts that Raven —and surprisingly Octavia— had arrived.

Raven: Have no fear, the party is here!

Octavia: Yeah, and now that you're here the party will be leaving.

Raven: Eff you, O!

Octavia: Sorry Rae, you might have a better chance with Clarke on that one. ;)

"Sorry, my friends have finally arrived," she explained when she had chuckled at her phone, and the girl nodded.

"Yes, my friends should be here by now. Well, it was nice to meet you, Clarke. May we meet again." the girl nodded, and Clarke realized she hadn't even asked what her name was.

"Yes, it—"

"—Clarke Griffin!" A loud voice suddenly boomed right next to her, causing her to jump and look over to see a friend of her father's, the fire chief, beaming at her. He was naturally a loud man as he was tall and friendly. "You've grown so much! Good to see ya!" He suddenly wrapped an unavoidable large arm around her and pulled her in, hugging her tightly, and nearly crushing her.

"You…too…" she managed to get out through his stifling squeeze. He laughed heartily as he let her go and made his way off before she could even catch her breath.

"Sorry, it was nice to meet—" Clarke turned back to the girl, but frowned when she realized she had disappeared.

She was rather strange, now that Clarke got a moment to think. Was she trying to give Clarke signals just moments ago, or was Clarke just looking too much into it because she thought the girl was strikingly pretty? She did stare at her a lot...but then again she left without even telling Clarke anything about her, not even her name.

Maybe I'm just over-thinking things.

She shook her head, trying to clear her confusing thoughts as she made her journey to the entry way just as Raven and Octavia walked in, immediately spotting the two, as well as Octavia's brother and mother.

"Clarke!" they waved, making their way over to her.

Raven wore black slacks, possibly to try to hide the brace she was forced to wear from her work-related accident that left her with a good chunk of money, with a black blouse and a dark red casual blazer with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and her rich brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Octavia was sporting a sleeveless, tight, black dress that stopped just above mid-thigh, with her soft-black hair spilled down her shoulders.

"Hey, guys. I'm so glad you're here. I was just almost crushed to death by Fire Chief Jim," Clarke said quietly in case the fire chief was around, afraid that if she spoke too loud she would summon him. "—Hey, Bellamy."

"Hey, Clarke," Octavia's older brother greeted her, and they shared a quick hug before he immediately excused himself to "find the guys".

"Yup. Okay. Nice talking to you too," Octavia said to her brother sarcastically with a stiff raise of her hand as he walked away. He looked back and shook his head with a smirk. "That jerk. It's like he can't be seen with me in public anymore, I swear." she rolled her eyes, and the other two chuckled.

"Hey, where's your grandma?" Clarke asked Raven, looking around.

"Oh, she's working late today. I'm surprised they let your mother have the night off what with that bus accident the other day."

Clarke and Raven had become friends when they were children, due to Clarke's mother and Raven's grandmother working together. Though she never talked about it, Raven's mother had abandoned her due to the fact that she got pregnant with Raven at such a very young age, and her grandmother stepped in to raise her when she disappeared. Every now and then it would hit Raven hard; the worst being during her young teenage years, which caused her to become rather rebellious in school. She had to be held back a whole year because of it, moving her into Clarke's grade, thus making her older than the two.

After she healed —for the most part— Clarke's father offered Raven a job as bartender, seeing as it was legal in their state for eighteen year olds to mix, sell, and serve, and she didn't have to do too much walking. Secretly, however, he would allow Raven to fix any electrical issue that arose and she was grateful for that.

Octavia and her family didn't always live in town, only having moved here a few years ago. The younger of the Blake siblings never met their father, as he had died just shortly after Octavia was born and Bellamy was five. They met Octavia and Bellamy when their mother represented Raven after her accident, and won her case because of the equipment not being up to regulations. Since they were new in town, Raven and Clarke had taken it upon themselves to befriend Octavia and Bellamy and show them around. Since then, the three girls had been inseparable, and Bellamy became "one of the guys" amongst their mix of male friends around town and school.

"Wow, this house is big," Raven noted, looking around.

"Yeah, and so...clean cut," Octavia added.

"I know, right? I feel like if I touched anything I would make it dirty," Clarke joked, causing the other two to chuckle.

"So...where is this Woods dude? Is it just him? Does he have a family?" Raven asked, and Clarke shrugged.

"Dunno, haven't seen him yet."

She had thought about telling the two about the mysterious girl, but decided to keep it to herself in case she had just read too much into the moment.

As they looked around, Clarke led them to the living room area, but froze when she spotted John Murphy, who turned just as she whipped around.

"Shit!" she cursed, keeping her back to him and ducking her head slightly as she began to push the other two back out of the room.

"What? What is it?" Octavia questioned, looking around.

"It's Murphy —don't look!" Clarke snapped.

"Oh, you mean Lovesick Murphy?" Raven smirked. "He's still trying to get with you?" she asked, and Clarke nodded.

"Yes, ever since I literally bumped into him at the beach and he caught me from falling, he's been pestering me for a date ever since!" Clarke huffed angrily. "What's he even doing here anyway?"

"Well, his dad is on the town council," Octavia said, and Clarke glared.

"Thank you, Octavia. It was a rhetorical question, you dork."

"Why don't you just tell him you're seeing someone?" Raven suggested.

"And where's the proof?" Clarke raised an eyebrow. She knew Murphy would question her all about any love interest she had if they weren't there physically.

"Good point," Raven nodded as she leaned around the corner, and her features became alarmed as she snapped back. "He's coming this way!"

"Gah! Let's go to the patio!" Clarke urged as she spotted the double doors, and they hurried through them.

Unfortunately, the glass paned doors did not do well in hiding Clarke, and she could see Murphy making his way through the people; his eyes scanning the rooms for her, but he was getting stopped in conversation which bought Clarke more time to escape.

"Quick, let's join those angry looking people over there!" Raven suggested to a small group of three people standing by the patio furniture, and they quickly flocked to them.

"Hey, guys," Raven greeted them when they approached.

There was a tall, rather bulky guy with a clean head and a natural, soft scowl-like look on his face like someone had just told him they were out of his favorite protein powder, dressed in a dark purple button up shirt and black pants. A slender girl with brown hair that faded into dirty blonde stood next to him, with what most would call "resting bitch face", her arms crossed over her chest not helping her intimidating appearance; and wearing a charcoal gray dress. The other girl who's back was to them, wore a nicely fitted black dress, and as Clarke's eyes finally landed on her, she noticed her wavy, brunette hair was all gathered over one shoulder and disappeared towards the front, and a realization began to dawn on her as the girl slowly turned around.

It was the green-eyed beauty.

"Hello," the tall male greeted them first with a light smile forming on his lips. He was staring quite hard at Octavia, and red was beginning to tinge her cheeks as she smiled widely at him.

"Well, hellooo," she greeted back with a heavy flirtatious voice and Raven raised a brow at her.

"Can we help you?" the slender, bitchy-looking blonde asked, her voice slightly on the monotone side. She seemed extremely bored.

"Uh, sorry. I'm Raven, this drooling dog is Octavia—"

"—Hey, jerk—!"

"—and this frightened looking kitten is Clarke." Raven took the initiative to speak for them, seeing as she was momentarily the only one out of the three not gawking at someone. "There's just this guy that has been stalking my blonde friend here, and she's trying to avoid him —Ah, looks like he found us after all," Raven sighed as she glanced behind her shoulder to see Murphy opening the door.

Clarke looked back as well. "Shit," she muttered under her breath as turned back to face the three strangers.

The green-eyed beauty ever so slightly leaned over to look passed Clarke's head, and returned her eyes back to Clarke.

"Hey, Clarke! Clarke!" she heard him call out to her attention, making his way over through more people.

"Ugh, here we go," Clarke sighed as she prepared herself to make uncomfortable, awkward talk with Murphy.

"May I?" the girl finally spoke before Murphy had reached them, and Clarke gave her a confused look at what she could possibly mean.

"Uhm, sure?"

Suddenly, the girl stepped right up to Clarke, and without any warning, she placed one hand on the back of her neck and the other against the line of her jaw, and to everyone's shock, pressed her lips to hers. Clarke's breath hitched in her throat and her body became stiff, but the girl slightly twisted them so their kiss was in view for Murphy.

Her lips were soft, and Clarke could smell the sweetness of wine from her. Questions immediately buzzed through Clarke's mind as adrenaline and shock sent a tingling through her limbs. Her heart picked up, beating hard behind her chest, until the girl's lips gently moved against hers, and she nearly melted while her stomach contracted at the same time. She was beginning to respond ever so gently, her nerves spiked on their ends, and raised her hand until it met the girl's elbow, finding this absolutely bizarre and yet...exciting. What were they doing? Why was Clarke allowing this?

However, the girl finally pulled away and Clarke's eyes fluttered opened to see her smirking gently at her. They stared at each other silently for a moment, Clarke finding herself becoming lost in her eyes as her heart thumped erratically in her chest, and the girl finally took a step back; green eyes never leaving hers.

"Uhm...wow," Raven was the first to speak. "Well…uh, I guess...it worked..." she said awkwardly, and Clarke turned just in time to see Murphy whip around stiffly and head back in, dismissing everyone who tried to talk to him. She felt a wave of relief, but then immediately began blushing fiercely as her eyes returned to the girl who was still staring intently at her.

"Err...th-thank you…?" she said awkwardly, never having been in this sort of situation before.

"The pleasure was...all mine," the girl said slowly, her eyes dipping down Clarke's body for a moment, and before she could say anything else, she felt Raven begin tugging hard on her arm.

"O-kay," Raven emphasized the 'o' with wide eyes. "—Excuse us! We need to find a bathroom —you know, bladder of a kitten —hence, why I called her a kitten— Okay. Thanks again!" she said hurriedly as she smiled to them, and began to drag Clarke away. "O! Let's go!" she called back to the dark-haired girl.

"You go ahead," she said over her shoulder, as her and the tall guy seemed to be having a staring contest of their own. "I'll catch up!"

The girl kept her eyes on Clarke as she got dragged away, never leaving her until they could no longer see each other through the people.

As they made it back inside and went far away from the direction of Murphy as possible, Raven still dragging a dazed Clarke, she nearly swung her into the sink as they stood in the bathroom.

"Uhm, dude! What the hell was that?" Raven asked in shock as she shut the door, and Clarke shrugged, equally confused.

"I have...no idea," she said, slowly shaking her head as her mind reeled herself back into the short-lived moment.

"I mean, she kissed you...She just straight up kissed you!" Raven nearly shouted, and Clarke hastily shushed her.

"I know! In case you hadn't noticed, Raven...I was there!" Clarke said sarcastically, her voice still full of shock.

"I have to admit though….that was pretty hot." Raven began to nod, and Clarke blushed, not wanting to admit it out loud how excitingly...seductive the moment —or the girl— was.

"So, do you even know who that is?" Raven spoke after a moment, and Clarke shook her head.

"No, I talked to her a little bit earlier before you guys came though, but I didn't get her name or anything. Did you hear her name?" she asked, and Raven shrugged.

"I don't think any of them said their names. What an odd little group. They looked kinda intimidating, but Octavia seemed a little too interested in the evil-looking version of Mr. Clean though," Raven said as an after-thought, and Clarke agreed.

"Maybe she will get their names," she said, and her brow creased as she saw Raven smirking at her. "What?"

"You liked it, didn't'cha?" she began to tease, wiggling her eyebrows, and Clarke blushed as she rolled her eyes. "You liiikkkeeddd it!"

"Oh...shut up," she said, and Raven began laughing. She tried to glare at her, but couldn't keep the smile from forcing it's way onto her lips, causing Raven to laugh harder, and she smacked her arm. "I said shut up!"

"Ow!" Raven held her arm, chuckles still escaping her. "What's the big deal, anyway? You like girls, don't you?"

"Yeah, but...that was...I mean...it's not often a stranger just kisses you out of the blue! What do I even say to her if I talk to her again?" Clarke questioned, her mind racing. "Do I just pretend like it didn't happen? What if it wasn't even a big deal to her? I mean, she only did it because of Murphy, right? Obviously it didn't mean anything more than that…? But what if she did? What if I run into Murphy again? Oh, jeez, Murphy! What if he asks me about it? What do I even say?" she asked worriedly, questions spilling out of her mouth faster than she could breathe.

"—Whoa, slow down there Miss Billion-questions!" Raven held her hands up in surrender.

"I need to go find my parents so I can tell them we're leaving," Clarke said, figuring that was the best solution as she wasn't sure what to do now. She didn't want to give the wrong message if it meant nothing to the girl, but what if she meant just that? Wasn't she flirting with her eyes at her earlier?

Clarke was so confused.

"Fine by me, this party is actually pretty boring besides your make-out session with green eyes," Raven teased, and Clarke glared at her.

They finally left the bathroom and she began to scan the rooms for her parents.

"Wait, what about O?" Raven asked as she followed her.

"She can fend for herself," Clarke said, just wanting to get the hell out of there as she saw Murphy in the distance.

After looking around, she finally spotted her parents, making their way over to them.

"Ah, Clarke," her father greeted her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders rather tightly that it almost hurt. She could tell he was tense, especially by the tight smile on his face. "Why don't you meet the new owner from across the street I was telling you about. Gustus, this is my daughter, Clarke."

She looked up at a rather large, broad man, with a long dark goatee and hair pulled back into a ponytail. It was quite strange, he didn't seem to fit with this nice house, but then again she didn't expect to get kissed by some random girl either.

"Hello, Clarke," he greeted her warmly, holding his large hand out for her to take. "Gustus Woods. I was just telling your father he better watch out for my famous tender steaks. People go nuts for them."

"Ah, yes, just as I was telling Gustus here to be prepared for my addicting country fried steak. I hear they are to die for," her father countered back, and they stared hard at one another, forced smiles paining their faces. The tension in the air was overwhelming, even her mother looked uncomfortable, but it influenced Clarke's need to make it clear she was on her father's side.

"Yes, nearly everyone raves about my dad's restaurant at school. I have to hear about how good it is all the time even though I work there," she chuckled heartily as Gustus's eyes swept over to her, sizing her up.

"Yes. Well, we'll just have to see what the people say," he said, and before either of them could say anything else in their defense, his eyes lit up. "Ah! Why don't you meet my niece. She works for me as well," he said as he motioned behind them.

Clarke heard Raven gasp lightly. As she turned around, she became frozen in shock for the second time that night as her eyes landed on the green-eyed, brunette beauty from outside. She was staring at Clarke, her head slightly tilted to the side.

"Griffins, meet my niece, Lexa."

Clarke couldn't believe it. It was her.

She was Gustus Woods's niece? She didn't say anything before!

Anger flared through Clarke, which quickly mixed with panic.

She tricked her, and she kissed her.

Clarke kissed the enemy.

"Hello, Clarke." Lexa smirked.

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