AN: I am a cruel liar who thought if I wrote this I should share it. Sorry. Also this is all unedited.
"Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone."
-Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty
"Hey, you've reached Clarke's phone. You know what to do."
Beep
"Clarke, hi, this is Lexa. Dumb, that was dumb, sorry, you know who I am. Of course you do, we've been friends for, well, ever. I just- I didn't mean to do this over the phone and certainly not a voicemail. This is… something like this deserves to be done in person. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to do this that way. Ugh, I'm rambling. I had this all planned out, I memorized it, but I can't remember it right now. I can't remember anything right now. No, that's a lie. Not everything, not you. I remember everything about you.
The way you bite your whole bottom lip during math and the way you nibble lightly on it when drawing. How your eyes always linger on daisy's even though you say you like roses better. The way you scrunch your nose just a little bit to the right when you're confused and how your eyes shimmer when you laugh to hard. I can't- I can't remember anything else. I, god what am I doing, I don't want to remember anything else. Because. Well. Okay, ride or die. I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been since the day you turned thirteen and kissed me. The moment our lips touched it was like everything inside me became infected with you. You're in the deepest parts of me. I kept hoping that it'd stop, that this was just a temporary cold I could shake. It's been five years. I think it's time I stopped hoping it was temporary.
So, there it is. I'm high key in love with you and I always will be. I think you deserve to know because there have been, there will be, moments when I just get so caught up in you nothing else matters. That night on the beach was one. You were right; you totally caught me doing it too. I'm sorry I pretended I was not, that I wasn't brave enough to say 'yep, I love you'. I think about what would have happened if I did; dream about it really. Which is, um, probably not something you're comfortable hearing. Sorry.
This doesn't have to change us, doesn't have to change anything really. Whatever you're comfortable with Clarke. If you just want to, I don't know, pretend you never heard this that's fine. Just, please, don't stop being my friend. You matter more than, well, anything to me. If you want to do that I'll never bring this up again. Just, just say you'll always be my friend."
Click
"You delete this message press seven, to save this mess- Beep. Message has been deleted."
"Hey Wells, did you get my phone?"
"Sorry Clarke, it went to voicemail before I could get it. Don't worry, it was just Lexa. I think she's feeling a little underappreciated. Maybe you should go hang out with her and reassure her that you'll always be her friend."
"Aw, Wells, you're a big sweetie. See, I knew you liked Lexa more than you let on. Admit it."
"Stop poking me, I admit it, I admit it. I think she's a great friend to you. I guess, I guess we're just so similar that I got a little bit jealous."
"A little bit? You looked like you were ready to burn her house down. What changed anyway? What's with that smile?"
"I realized that she will always be your friend."