Clarke looked in the mirror, inspecting the clothes she had decided on for the day. She let out a breath, finally smiling as she decided she did indeed like the casual look she had put together, with a touch of class. The twenty one year old added a slight heel, adding an extra two inches to her average height. She finally decided she was pleased enough in the way she looked to leave her home. She locked her door, plugging her headphones in and playing her favorite playlist: Positive Vibes. When 'The Middle' by Jimmy Eat World came on, she couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.
She remembered her ex, a boy she never wanted to remember. She remembered how he would've made her change her shoes, hating that the extra two inches made her match his height. She remembered how every time she played this song, he'd practically have a screaming battle with her until she turned it off. She never understood him much.
When she finally reached the little cafe, she closed her eyes, so used to waiting for hours for the boy she thought was the love of her life to arrive. Which is what brought about a pleasant surprise when she opened her eyes and there she was, the poster picture for beauty and grace. The brunette with the most vibrant green eyes waved, smiling that huge smile that made Clarke's insides get all twisted up; in a good way. The girl, who was now a bit shorter due to Clarke's heels, smiled as she pulled the chair out, helping the blonde in before sitting across from her.
"Hello Clarke." The girl said with a smile that Clarke was afraid to admit she'd fallen in love with.
"Hello, Lexa."
They ordered their dinner, finishing within twenty minutes, yet they still sat there, just talking.
"You know, Clarke, I have never met any girl who has as many James Taylor records as I do. Most people our age think he's too old for us. But I believe he's a classic. I'd take him over Twenty One Pilots any day."
Clarke smiled and nodded, "I love classics."
Lexa told Clarke about the time she had thought her sister died, and then the time she knew she did. Yet, for some reason, Lexa couldn't quite figure out why Clarke was being so quiet and reserved. She could even go as far as saying shy. Lexa had been doing most of the talking for the past hour, but the blonde had barely done any.
But Clarke knew why. For every second she remembered the boy, she was pushed further back into her shell. He always shut down her stories, found the flaws in them, and called her out for every stupid thing she had ever done in her life. Eight months ago, when he had broken up with her, Clarke's heart had been completely shattered. She was more than unhappy in the relationship, but he was the only love she had never known. And when he decided he was done with her, she decided she was done with love. But that Wednesday almost two months ago when she had met Lexa at the exact same table they were sitting at now, she experienced a feeling she had never felt before.
When the cafe finally had to close at ten o'clock, the two girls had been kicked out. The woman who ran the shop, Indra, had hated to do so. She loved seeing the two girls in there every day, but she had to get home to her own wife and kids. The chill of early December had caused Lexa to shiver a little bit, Clarke removing her jacket and giving it to the other. Although the brunette tried to refuse it and make the blonde put it back on, Clarke just shoved it on Lexa's shoulders, and that was the end of it.
As they walked to Clarke's car, she almost brought up the boy who had shattered her heart into a million pieces. But Lexa brought up the movies her family watched every Christmas, and Clarke wanted to talk about that as well. For the first time in months, Clarke was finally happy with where she was.
The two just couldn't bare to part. Lexa knew her home would be empty, and after having an entire night with Clarke, she wanted nothing but to be close to her. Clarke happily allowed the girl into her car, where they laughed and talked for another ten minutes as Clarke drove back to her apartment. When they arrived, they were careful to be quiet as they knew the blonde's roommate would be asleep.
Somehow, at midnight, they had decided that they wanted to make cookies. After realizing neither of them wanted cookies, they resulted in tossing flour at each other for what felt like a happy eternity. Clarke smiled as she saw Lexa throw her head back and laugh like a little kid, then and there deciding that the sound was her favorite and deciding to do whatever possible to make it happen as often as possible.
And suddenly, Lexa and Clarke are both on the ground, covered in flour, neither of them able to spot laughing long enough to breathe. Clarke's roommate, Raven, came out of her room to figure out why her home was so noisy at a time when both her and Clarke were usually sleeping. But now, watching the pair laugh consistently, Raven decided to take a picture that she would send to Clarke later, and leave to spend the night at Octavia's place.
It was nearing one o'clock when they had gotten over their giggle phase. They had jumped from place to place in the apartment, getting all of their laughs out before they finally settled on the couch. Though they were both covered in flour and slightly sweaty, Lexa sat in Clarke's arms and couldn't help but know that those arms were made to be wrapped around herself.
She looked into Clarke's blue eyes, speaking barely above a whisper, "Ready to finish this night the right way?"
Clarke smiled as she closed the gap between their lips, pulling away after a few seconds and admiring the beauty of the girl that she undoubtedly knew now that she was in love with.
"I'm ready to begin this life the right way."
