It was 10 pm, when Clarke Griffin turned the key to lock her art-studio in Midtown New York followed by an intense yawn.

She certainly didn't intend to work late...again, but being the owner she didn't have much of a choice anyways, plus she loved her newfound independance as an aspiring artist and the opportunity to finally be her own boss after so many years of efford.

With one last look at her studio she turned and started walking to her car, when her phone started buzzing in her jacket.

Smiling devilishley, she picked up the call.

„What's up, Bitch?", Clarke laughed, fumbling for her car keys. Seriously though, if she would ever have to find those during a Zombie apokolypse quickly, she'd be dead before even reaching her car.

WHERE the hell are you? I texted you like ages ago!" Raven, one of her closest friends shouted into the phone.

Gee, what's up with you today? BUT, yes, I know and I'm sorry. I was finishing this painting i told you guys about and just lost track of time. Closed up like a minute ago, but quite frankly, I'd really love to go home and sleep. I will make it up to you tomorrow, I promise", Clarke answered apologetically, yawning again.

„Nope, not this time, Griff. It's really really important. It cannot wait. I need to see you tonight, so move your cute little ass over here. I have a food and wine."

Clarke rolled her eyes, checked the time again and weight her options. Well, there weren't any really, since she couldn't let her friend down, when it was obviously very important to her. And knowing Raven, she wouldn't be this persistent if she didn't need to see her this badly.

„Stop rolling your eyes", the dark haired woman said on the other end of the line pulling Clarke out of her thoughts.

HOW...you know, never mind. Alright, alright. Just gimme 30 minutes...but Raven?"

No shots. I get it. Though i think you will think differently about that later on!"

Clarke could almost hear the grin on her friends face and shook her head.

„See you soon, Rae!" She sighed heavily, ended the call and got into her car.

As soon as Raven opened the door to her apartment, something deep down inside Clarke's guts told her that coming here tonight was a HUGE mistake.

Her eyes wandered around the group of people currently staring at her and stopped talking to one another. That's was when she spotted her mother as well, nervously sipping at a glass of wine.

„Alright, WHAT the hell is going on here?", Clarke asked when all of her friends stopped talking and eyeing her anxiously.

The silence hovered over them like a huge cloud and it was Octavia, one of Clarke's friends from kindergarten who finally took the courage to stand up.

„Would you like to sit down?", she said, offering Clarke her space on the couch.

„You know, I'd rather love to know WHAT the hell this is...Oh my god, did somebody die?", Clarke's eyes suddenly widened, when realization hit her...hard, she covered her mouth.

„No, nooo, NO! Nobody died, honey. Just please have a seat!", it was Abby, Clarke's mother, who spoke now.

„Guys, for real now, what is this? I'm not going to sit down, unless you tell me what this VERY weird intervention is about! You have 5 minutes before I'm leaving. I'm not even kidding", Clarke crossed her arms on her chest.

They all shared a look, not making it any less weird to say the least.

„Clarke, we all know how fucking hard you have been working for the past two years, opening that studio of yours and we are SO proud of you...", Jasper chimed in.

„Yeah, plus you have been working non stop", Raven said, supporting him.

„Which is something i have to do to make this work and i CHOSE to do it. You know that...Look", Clarke sighed, „I know we haven't been able to spent much time lately and I think it's sweet, you guys looking out for me, but I'm really tired right now. So, I'd appreciate it, if you could just tell me, what's going on."

„We bought you a ticket. For a trip to be exact...", Jasper blurted out, earning a few looks from the rest of the group. „What? That's what we are here for, isn't it?", he said, shrugging his shoulders.

Abby, now rolling her eyes stood up and put her arm around her daughter. Clarkes brows shot up, not fully comprehending what he just said. Vacation? What the hell? For her? ALONE?

„Look, honey. We thought you could need some time off, relax, charge your batteries. It's all taken care of here. All you have to do is hop on the plane and enjoy 2 amazing weeks in paradise. Please just take it as a gift from all of us. This studio has become your entire life and we think you could use the break."

Clarke let out snorring laugh which died pretty quickly in her throat when she realized she was the only finding it extremely funny.

„You are serious, aren't you?", she said and saw four nodding heads.

„Really, it's sweet and as much as I'd love to do that, it's not possible", she continued, appreciating that her friends and family cared so much about her well-being.

„Well, hate to break it to ya, but you are leaving. Like Mrs. G said, we will take care of everything and your clients already know, too, so there is not much of a choice...", Octavia shrugged, her eyes fixed on her shocked, blonde friend.

Please tell me this is some freaking hidden camera TV show, cause it's not funny anymore"...which was the only thing Clarke could say in this moment.

„Your plane leaves tomorrow. 9 am. No discussion, Griffin. It's done. We packed a suitcase for you already. It's in my bedroom. You are welcome and...say Hi to the Thais from us", Raven grinned, high-fiving the rest of the group.

„Th...Tha...Thailand? ", Clarke muttered in disbelief. "I think, I'd like that shot now...", she added.

„I fucking cannot believe I'm fucking doing this. What is wrong with me?", Clarke said to herself, earning a questioning look from the flight attendant who welcomed her on board the next morning.

„Take it from me, friends are the devil!", she said in response walking past the startled woman to find her seat.

But in cruel honesty? She was glad to get away from her duties for a while and just enjoying herself.

She never went outside of the US and the perspective of palmtrees, cocktails and just living in Flip-Flops and a bikini for 2 weeks wasn't THAT bad after all.

Of course she didn't tell her friends that. Those bloody people...those bloody amazing people

She sighed, skipping to the next song on her phone casually, when she reached her seat, stepping back a little, when the most amazing green eyes she had ever seen in her life starred up at her, scanning her body with a look that could only be described as...irritated?

„Sorry, I think you are sitting in my seat", Clarke finally said, clearing her throat, trying not to sound incredibly nervous for whatever reason that could be.

The woman remained silent, still eyeing her like she was looking right into her soul and she didn't like that...at all.

Do not flinch, Griffin. Do NOT flinch. Keep yourself together. What's wrong with you?

„I do not think so," the woman stoically said, her attention back to the book she was reading.

Clarke's brows furrowed. „Well, you ARE and I'd like you to move."

The woman just looked to the empty seats next to her and then back to Clarke.

„Obviously somebody made a mistake, so why don't you take one of the free seats?", the woman calmly responded, which started to piss Clarke off without any specific reason.

Who the hell this girl thought she was?

„Well, why don't YOU take one of those then, since it doesn't seem to be a problem for you?", Clarke asked, spotting a tiny grin on the corner of the woman's mouth.

She simply sighed, folding her hands in her lap. „Because since I was here before you were, it's kind of my prerogative, so..."

„Are you being SERIOUS right now?", Clarke responded way more harshly than she intended to in the first place. She just couldn't help it. This woman triggered something inside of her, she couldn't put a finger on.

A long pause followed after this flip-flopping and the green-eyed woman almost not visibly rolled her eyes at the blonde.

„I AM actually. Please feel free to take the window seat. Since nobody else is claiming it before we take off...obviously."

I cannot believe this. 5 minutes into my „Not-wanted-vacation-in-the-first-place"and she was already royally pissed off.

„You know what? Fine. Whatever. I don't care. You are the one who has some explaining to do, if we get into trouble for it. May I...?", Clarke spat out and moved towards the window-seat, her legs touching the woman's in the process. Unbelievable. Bloody unbelievable.

„You are a very rude person and i do not appreciate your attitude", the brunette stated almost arrogantly, her hands combing her hair with her hands, her attention already back to her book not paying attention to the furious blonde next to her anymore.

Clarke sat there, shaking her head in utter disbelief. Her mouth open, too shocked to form an accurate response in return.

Awesome, 17 hours!

17 hours she would have to share the space next to this impossible person with the most intense green eyes...EVER. Fuck this.

With one last glare at the woman, she turned her head to the window, the music pumping through her system in her ears.

Here we go...

„Excuse me?" „Hello?", Clarke opened her sleepy, heavy lids, trying to figure out where she was, the music from her phone still buzzing in her head, she locked eyes with the red-headed flight-attendant.

„I'm sorry, what?", she responded, pulling out her earplugs.

„She was fast asleep for the past 4 hours", the brunette next to her responded for her, her eyes glued to the red-head, flirtatiously.

„I can speak for myself, thank you very much", Clarke interrupted whatever was going on there, realizing that the flight-attendant's attention had moved to the green-eyed beauty completely.

REALLY? She thought, when suddenly the plane was shaking violently and the last thing Clarke Griffin heard before everything went black, was shattering glass and screaming people...