Just a cute little thing that popped into my head. Clarke is about 18 in this. Costia is newly 16 and Lexa turns 17 in the story. She and Costia are in the same grade though and Clarke is a grade above them.

What the actual fuck.

That's all Lexa can think as she swings her legs off the edge of the roof of her best friend's house. She's always liked it up here, finds solace in the danger and calm of it. She needs that now after the bombshell Costia had just dropped on her.

"Roan and I are, like, sorta a thing now!"

Lexa had tried her best to be objective, think of how happy her friend looked, but all she could see was somebody else getting to hold Costia, somebody that wasn't her.

Lexa lost count of how long ago she'd began crushing on her best friend, but it only seemed to grow as they became closer. Costia, however, never seemed to reciprocate the feelings that Lexa thought she had been so very clear about. Then again, Lexa was never good with feelings.

"Oh damn, sorry dude, I didn't know you were out here." Lexa turns to see Clarke crawling out of the attic window with her sketchpad.

"Oh, uh, yeah." Lexa doesn't really know what else to say. She and Clarke aren't exactly close or anything. The girl is usually nice to her though, whenever they actually speak.

"You mind if I join you?"

"Yeah, sure, I mean, its your roof." Lexa pats the spot beside her and Clarke sits down, flipping to an empty page.

"Yeah, which is why I know how therapeutic it is to be up here, and how much it sucks to have someone interrupt that." Clarke smiles sideways at her and she thinks it might be kind of cute if she wasn't going through a major teenage crisis right now.

"I don't mind," she does, she really does, but she can't say that without admitting why she's up here, all angsty, so she changes the subject. "What're you drawing?"

"The sky." Clarke answers simply. "I know it's kind of cliche, but I think our house has the best view of the night sky in the whole state and why would I waste that, ya know?" Lexa nods. She can't draw a straight line, but she can appreciate a nice view.

They sit silently, the only sounds being the low hum of street lights and Clarke's pencil until she stops and directs her attention to Lexa.

"So, what's up with you?"

"Uhm, nothing?" So pathetic, she can't even make it sound convincing.

"Oh come on. This is a nice view and all, but you don't really come out here unless you've got some major soul searching to do so, come on. Spill."

Lexa shifts uncomfortably, starts to form a lie, but it dies on her lips as she looks into Clarke's expectant gaze. "I'm stupidly in love with your sister and she's dating some dumbass a grade above us and I'd cross entire galaxies for her, but she calls me 'best friend' like she calls you 'sister' and it fucking hurts." She glances up and Clarke's eyes are blown wide.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"That's fucking deep."

Lexa chuckles. "Yeah." She gazes up at the sky again and stares at the stars, hoping for a shooting star she can wish on to fix all this. She hears Clarke's pencil start up again, but pays it no mind as she allows herself to get lost in the view for awhile.

She doesn't realize she's stopped hearing the pencil scratching until she glances over and sees that Clarke is long gone. There's a paper left behind though and she picks it up, amazed at what she finds.

Its her. Immortalized in all her angst, Clarke had drawn her resting among the starry sky they both had just viewed. On the back, there was a note.

Best view in the state, definitely. Don't be so deep, you're only 16. - Clarke

Lexa found herself blushing and smiling slightly at the older girl's words and as she stood, folding and tucking the paper into her back pocket and climbing back through the window, she also found that she felt quite a bit lighter about her whole situation.

Aiming for only 3 chapters with this, but we'll see.