The Florist and The Bride
What an unfortunate thing; to meet the love of your life the day of your wedding…
Clarke Griffin woke up extremely excited and extremely nervous. I'm getting married, she thought while staring at her gorgeous custom made white dress.
Today was her wedding day and she was ready to marry the man of her dreams, Wells Jaha, her best friend since they were 6 years old and he shared his sandwich after Clarke accidentally dropped her own lunch in the sandbox.
The blonde woman jumped up from the bed and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth when the bell rang, she skipped to open the door and revealed her friend and maid of honor, Octavia; behind her came Clarke's parents and little sister, who closed the door while Clarke and Octavia rushed into the room to get her ready.
"Honey, tell your father he can't wear that suit!" Abby Griffin said, appalled at her husband's appearance.
"He looks nice!" Clarke said, sticking her head into the room to look at her father. "You look nice"
"Thank you, princess"
"I have a question!" Charlotte, Clarke's little sister screamed. "Why is the alphabet in that order?"
"Nobody knows; nobody cares" Abby answered slightly annoyed.
Clarke comes out of the bathroom looking more nervous than before, but looking breathtakingly gorgeous, ready to leave for church.
"What do you think?" She asks looking down at herself.
Everybody in the room went silent in awe of the beauty of the bride and then nodded.
During the ride to church Jake Griffin kept rambling about his wedding day but Clarke had thoughts of her own and her mind was noisy enough to be able to mute down her father.
Clarke could not stop feeling that something amazing was going to happen today well, of course Clarke… You're getting married. But she kept thinking there was something completely unrelated to her tying the knot.
"So, you just sit there, say nothing... as the wheels keep turning, leading you on to the longest sentence..." finished Clarke's father more to himself.
"Stop the car!" Jake and Octavia looked at Clarke horrified.
"I just forgot to pee" she smiles apologetically while opening the door, entering a McDonald's.
"Hi, you're Wells Jaha, right? The groom?" Lexa smiles sweetly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just call me Wells" He smiles back.
"I'm Lexa, I did your flowers"
"Oh, did you? They're fabulous, aren't they Bellamy?" The man said to his friend.
"What? Oh yeah, fabulous… Although, I wouldn't know a nice flower from a poke in the eye."
"But… they're fabulous, aren't they?"
Lexa chuckled at the guys' antiques.
"Want some help with that?" She offered to Bellamy as she saw him struggling to put the rose on his lapel.
"I know what you're thinking… I do work out" He said smugly "I got a 12 pack on this puppy"
Lexa looked unimpressed "I don't really like men with muscles"
"Ahh well, the good thing is I'm also a sensitive guy" He sent her his most charming smile.
In that moment Charlotte ran to where they were.
"Wells, I got a question"
"Not now, honey" Abby said finally catching up with her younger daughter.
"What happens if an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?"
"I… have no idea" He looked at everyone for help.
"Come on, honey, let the man go get married now" Mrs. Griffin grabbed Charlotte by the shoulders and pushed her forward so they both could start walking.
"It never happens. If there's a thing that can't be stopped... it's not possible for there to be something else which can't be moved, and vice versa. They can't both exist. You see, it's a trick question... is the answer." Lexa answered very sure and everyone stared at her, nervous she pushed her glasses up her nose and looked down.
"I want her to sit with me" the little girl whispered to her mom as they both ushered into the church.
Lexa did not sit with Charlotte, in fact, she waited, standing in the last row of the hall. She waited like everybody else for the bride to walk in.
The nuptial march started and she watched the doors opening.
Clarke appeared in the threshold, at first she was just looking at Wells but felt the need to sweep the crowd of people with her eyes and at last they landed on the most gorgeous woman she'd ever seen. Completely underdressed for the event but somehow managed to look more stunning than all the women in fancy dresses sitting on the other rows. All the nervousness she felt all morning disappeared as soon as their eyes met.
Lexa felt like she had been punched on the stomach and was out of air, her palms started to sweat and she couldn't take her eyes off of the bride. Jesus Lexa, calm the fuck down. She's getting married, she thought to herself and walked out.
Clarke had to make herself look upfront, she glanced once more at the last row but couldn't find the unknown woman anymore so she looked directly into the groom's eyes, he kept looking at her in total adoration until she was standing to his side.
"You look beautiful" He whispered and smiled at her.
The bride was completely absent during the whole ceremony; she couldn't even remember the moment she said "I do", all she kept thinking about was that brunette and when she came back to reality, she was already at the party; everybody was so happy, smiling and dancing and it's not that Clarke was not happy, she was ecstatic to be marrying her best friend, but she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe… just maybe she had made a mistake.
She looked at the people on the dancefloor and contemplated joining them.
"Hi, I don't think we've met yet…"
Clarke looked up and there she was… The beautiful brunette was in front of her introducing herself and Clarke couldn't do anything but stare. Green eyes framed by thick rimmed glasses, hair pulled in a lazy ponytail and a smile that could probably cure every disease in the world Wait what?
"I'm Lexa" She smiled "I did your flowers"
"You did? My flowers are nice" Clarke shook the girl's hand "Oh, and I'm Clarke"
"Anyway, I came to grab a drink"
"I… wouldn't do that" Clarke interjected looking hilariously guilty.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"My ring… is in the punch"
"Your wedding ring?"
"It fell off"
"Have you tried the…"
"Ladle? Yeah…"
"Mhhm… and you can't empty it, no" Lexa had a very serious look on her face while thinking of a solution "Okay, cover me… I'm going in"
"What? How?" they were both laughing
"Use the dress"
She hid behind the blonde's body and stuck her hand in the bowl of punch.
"They say white's the color of virgins and if I know Jaha, the only thing virgin round here is the olive oil." A man in a really nice suit said while approaching Clarke.
"The old jokes really are the best, aren't they?" She laughed uncomfortably.
"I'm Finn, Wells works underneath me, but not in the biblical sense. You're just like he described." He had a smug smile that she wanted to punch off his face.
Finally, Lexa came out from behind the other woman and as fast as she could put the ring back on the blonde's finger.
"Hi" she said to the man, positioning herself beside Clarke.
"This is Lexa, she's a florist"
"I'm Finn but you can call me whatever you want" The brunette extended her hand to him.
"I'm sure I will" They shook hands and the man stared at his own in disgust feeling the wetness of the punch in the woman's hand, she smiled apologetically.
Clarke came back from her daydream when Bellamy was doing his best man speech.
"And this two have always acted like a married couple so it's really great that they are now… married." He finished lifting his glass "I would like to raise a glass for Clarke and Wells"
Everybody toasted and Wells hugged Clarke lightly.
"Oh, and, now, this is a very big deal. Some say the reason it's taken him this long to get married is his fear... of making just this speech, but he's making it now! He's not sure he can do it; I know he can do it. Please put it together repeatedly, here's Wells Jaha!"
The groom looked absolutely petrified as he stood up from his chair and acknowledged the crowd, he stayed silent, his brain couldn't make his mouth open and say the words he wanted to say, instead he turned to look at Clarke with pleading eyes. She stood beside him and smiled.
"Hi! I'm Wells, welcome to my wedding" She said and everybody laughed. Lexa did too before walking to the exit of the garden. "And I love Clarke very much"
Clarke turned to her husband "Okay, wanna take it from here?"
"No, no, you're doing a great job" He playfully hid behind her and then sat down.
"Okay, this is me now" She said addressing the room full of people again. "I've been looking forward to this day for ever. I've known Wells all of my life and…" She glances at him.
"I know I will for the rest of it. He is my best friend." Clarke looked around to the familiar faces. "They say fairy tales have happy endings, even though the passage can be rough. But Wells and I were friends and then lovers, and it's been smooth all the way… Maybe that's a better kind of fairy tale."
"Cheers!" Bellamy screamed raising his glass again and everyone else did the same.
Soon everybody was on the dancefloor again, Wells had Clarke grabbed by the waist and she had her hands on his neck, bodies swaying effortlessly to the music. The blonde rested her head against Wells' and closed her eyes relishing on the comfortable familiarity of his arms around her.
At some point in the middle of the song she started imagining softer hands around her waist and a light scent of lavender. She imagined opening her eyes to find a green gaze staring back.
Feeling a pang of guilt, Clarke hugged her husband tighter and pressed her eyes to try to erase the image of the florist off her mind.
It was a beautiful morning and Lexa walked from home to her shop. She couldn't sleep too well, spent all night dreaming of a certain blue eyed bride then waking up confused and annoyed and that repeated until she decided to get out of bed instead.
Reaching the flower shop there was already a man waiting.
"Good morning" Lexa cheerily smiled at him.
"I need a flower"
"Just one?"
"Yes, the perfect flower… I really effed up this time" He said not looking at her, Lexa had a small smile on her face, it was not the first time that a guy like him came to the aid of flowers for an apology.
"What about a red rose? What does that say?"
"Love"
"That's good, love's nice"
"And fidelity"
"Maybe not, then"
He ran outside the shop to look at the different flowers Lexa displayed there, the brunette had her back to the door when she heard a light knock.
"Be right with you"
"It's okay" Lexa smiled widely and turned to face the blonde that was standing on the threshold. "I just wanted to come and say thanks…"
"It was my pleasure, could you… wait a little?" The brunette nodded towards the man looking at some sunflowers.
"Yeah, sure."
Oh my God… she's here, why is she here? She said she came to say thanks, Lexa.Just… Help the man.
The woman walked to where the customer was looking very intrigued by the cacti.
"I think I found it" He said with a huge grin "My last chance flower" He reached into his pocket while grabbing a potted cactus, handed Lexa a bunch of dollars and walked away leaving her very confused standing in the entrance of her shop.
She heard a giggle to her left and turned to find a very amused Clarke staring at her playfully.
"Oh, I wish Wells gave me a cactus! There's nothing more romantic."
They both burst into laughter and the brunette walked closer to the other woman.
Once the laugh died down Clarke looked intently at Lexa and said:
"Do you wanna come to dinner?"
"With you?" Lexa was very surprised by the proposition and very excited by the prospect of spending time with the blonde.
"Me, and Wells… in our house" Duh.
"Sure" She said before she regretted it.
"Friday sound good?"
"Mhhm"
"Okay, perfect." The blonde smiled "I'll just write you the address"
While Clarke was very focused on the paper in front of her, Lexa stared at her, she studied her face and the way her hair fell down her back, how her white blouse fitted her. My God… She looks like a princess.
Clarke had felt the other girl's gaze upon her while she was writing but it was not an uncomfortable feeling like when a man keeps looking at you on the train, no, feeling Lexa's eyes inspecting her body felt different, like a soft and loving caress. She cleared her throat before turning to face the brunette and gave her the piece of paper. The blonde noticed how dark her very green eyes looked at that moment and blushed a little.
"So… Friday at 7" She moves to give a quick peck to Lexa's cheek and rushes outside "don't be late!"
Lexa stays dumfounded in the middle of her shop with a hand on her cheek and a grin on her face.