It has been a rough Thursday morning already, and Clarke hasn't even done anything she has planned today. Waking up at the ass-crack of dawn is never really how she wants to start her day, but summer workouts are starting for softball, and if she wants to be captain as a junior, Clarke has to be there before anyone else.

The only plus side to this day? The softball field is right next to the soccer field. Which means Clarke gets to see Lexa Woods, captain of the soccer team… and her best friend Octavia, but she's mostly excited about Lexa.

Clarke has had a crush on Lexa ever since their parents introduced the girls many years ago. Apparently their dad's went to school together or something, Clarke can't seem to remember. She zoned out after she saw Lexa. She couldn't take her eyes off of the older girl. In all honesty, it was in that moment that Clarke realized she wasn't entirely straight.

The girls are always friendly with each other. Lexa offers Clarke a bright smile and a wave in the hallways of their school, she continuously tells her good luck before her softball games, always says hi to her as she comes in to Chemistry. They hang out whenever their families get together, and they always have a good time, sneaking away from the parents to avoid adult conversations just for a little bit longer. It's enough to make Clarke fawn over the girl, but it's never truly enough for Clarke. She hasn't been able to get the girl out of her head for years.

"Hey honey," Clarke's mom, Abby, says as she enters the kitchen, suitcase clad in hand with her purse slung over her shoulder. "I left you money on the table for food this weekend. You're dad and I will be gone until Monday, so if you need anything just call. The only people allowed in this house are Raven and Octavia, and I'm even hesitant to say that…"

Clarke's dad, Jake Griffin, is an Aerospace Engineer and has a NASA convention in Washington DC this weekend. Her mom didn't want to spend their anniversary without him, so she demanded that she go with.

"If there is an emergency, call the Wood's since they're just around the block." Clarke's mind went towards Lexa again.

"Lexa! Come save me there's a burglar in my house." Clarke yells into the phone as the man dressed in all black turns on her.

Seconds later, Lexa is barreling through the door, knocking it open with her foot.

"Stay away from her!" She screams, jumping at the burglar to save Clarke. She throws fists and elbows, knocking the man around until he is on the ground in pain. The burglar panics and jumps out the window, running away into the night. Lexa turns around and places both hands on the side of Clarke's face.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She asks fervently, eye's full of emotion as they gaze into Clarke's.

"My hero…" Clarke says as she slowly leans closer towards Lexa. Lexa is leaning in too, their lips so close.

"Clarke!" Her dad yells, waving a hand in front of her face. The blonde startles out of her day dream and looks at her father who is laughing at her. "Sorry to interrupt your little fantasy world," he says, wrapping his arms around his daughter.

"I just zoned out, sorry I guess I'm still a little tired."

"Right… Like that time you zoned out when you first met Lexa? Or that time when the Wood's came over for a barbecue and you zoned out when Lexa went swimming? Or that time-"

"Dad stop!" Clarke yells, pushing him away as a blush quickly crept onto her cheeks. "I don't like Lexa…" She adds, rather unconvincingly.

"Jake, stop harassing our daughter. Clarke, stop lying to your parents."

"I'm not lying!" She lies. "Just because I told you I'm bisexual doesn't mean I like every attractive girl that I meet."

"So you think Lexa is attractive?" Clarke's dad says with a sly grin plastered on his face. Clarke hides her head in her hands and groans out loud, causing both of her parents to laugh.

"It's too early for this bullshit," Clarke mumbles as she takes a sip of her orange juice, barely audible for her parents to hear. She'd rather not be harassed by her parents at six in the goddamn morning. The family is interrupted when a faint honking comes from the front of the house.

"Okay, the taxi is here and if we want to make our flight, we better get going." Abby says as she checks the thin, silver watch on her wrist.

Jake leans over and kisses his daughter on top of her head.

"Love you Princess," He says to her, "be safe, and have fun at camp. Kick some ass for me." He sends her a wink and gives her one last kiss on the head. Abby comes over to do the same thing.

"We'll miss you. Remember, no one in the house-"

"Except for Octavia and Raven, yes mom I got it." Clarke finishes for her.

"I'll extend that exception to Lexa as well," Her dad adds from the doorway leaving the kitchen.

"Dad!" Clarke yells with a hint of annoyance.

"He's only playing honey," her mom reminds her with one last kiss to her head, "See you in four days."

"Bye guys, love you." Clarke says as her parents walk out the door and start their journey to Washington DC.

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"Clarke!" Octavia yells obnoxiously as the blonde exits her car. It draws the attention of the other people in the parking lot, and as Clarke looks towards her best friend, her eyes are drawn just past her shoulder, where Lexa Woods can be seen staring in her direction. Probably from Octavia causing a scene. She offers Clarke a smile and a wave, while Clarke returns it in a daze, bringing her hand up to her shoulder and gently wiggling her fingers.

"Hey O." Clarke says as the girl approaches, reluctantly pealing her eyes from Lexa. "What's going on?"

"Not much since the last time I saw you, which was," Octavia began to count on her fingers, "not even 12 hours ago." Both girls chuckled. "How's Mama and Papa G?"

"They're fine," Clarke bites her tongue as she remembers the relentless teasing from earlier this morning. "They left for DC this morning."

"So you have the house all to yourself this weekend?" Octavia quirks with intrigue.

"Yes Octavia I do, and No Octavia I will not be throwing a party."

"C'mon Griffin! Just a few people, nothing big! It can be the normal squad, maybe a few more."

"No Octavia. My parents would literally kill me. They have eye's everywhere, I swear."

"She's right, they do." A smooth, angelic voice says from behind them and Clarke stills. Clarke turns around to see Lexa Woods walking up to them and her heart stops. She is wearing an olive green sleeveless shirt with the words 'army' fading on the front. The cut offs of the sleeves go down to her waist, revealing her black sports bra, and she is wearing her black soccer shorts with her cleats and shin guards already on. Her chestnut brown hair held in a meticulous ponytail, which amplifies the girls already chiseled jaw line.

"I swear all the parents in our neighborhood have a pact that whenever something looks suspicious or the kids look like they're up to no good they call each other." Lexa chuckles as she approaches the two best friends.

"I always forget you two live in the same neighborhood." Octavia adds as if it's the most obvious thing ever, glancing back and forth between the older brunette and her best friend. Clarke tries to maintain her cool by reaching into her car and grabbing out her softball bag, taking a deep breath. The deep breath doesn't help because when she moves to lean out of the car she slams her head into the frame.

"Son of a bitch!" She yells, rubbing the back of her head. She can hear Octavia cackling from the front of the car. Clarke straightens up, trying to gain any composure she has left, but when she stands, Lexa is a little too close to her.

"Hi Clarke," She says with a slight tilt of her head and her cute little half smirk that Clarke has always loathed. She loathes it because it does things to her that a smirk should never be able to do. She glances down to the girls perfect, plump, pink lips for a split second, then back to her emerald green eyes. Lexa's smirk only grows.

"Hey Lex," She barely breathes out and she's surprised Lexa can even hear her.

"Is your head okay?" The senior girl asks, trying to suppress her own chuckle.

"Yeah I'm fine- just great, totally good." Clarke rambles as she looks away to shut her car door. She's absolutely not good, because her head was utterly spinning. Clarke can't tell if it's from the hit or just Lexa's presence in general. It's from the hit… definitely the hit.

"So no parents for the weekend?" Lexa askes as the girls all fall in step on their trek towards the fields.

"Nope, they went to DC." Clarke answers. Her heart rate hasn't settled yet, but she has at least gained some composure to talk to the girl she's been pinning for since she was 14.

"Yeah my dad was saying something about that last night, some big NASA Convention? Anyways good call on not throwing a party, I have a feeling the Gray's would've told your parents the second anything seemed out of order."

Clarke laughs at Lexa's comment, knowing full well that her neighbors, the Gray's, would have called her parents if even one blade of grass looked like it was out of line.

"God it's like they have nothing better to de than try to get me in trouble." Clarke says as she continues to laugh, and after she speaks, Lexa is laughing too.

"Remember that time your cousin was over and they didn't recognize the car, so they called saying 'a suspicious vehicle is parked in your driveway… I think your daughter is up to something'." Lexa mimicked Mr. Gray's voice.

"Oh my gosh my mom called me screaming! Wait… how'd you know about that?"

"Our parents talk." Lexa shrugs her shoulders and gives Clarke a wink. Clarke's breath literally stops.

"Well I vote for a movie night at your house, if we can't throw a party." Octavia chimes in from her spot next to Clarke.

Clarke rolls her eyes deciding to just relent to her best friend. "Fine movie night it is."

"Yay!" Octavia squeals. "You can come too Lexa! It'll be fun."

The trio stops walking and Clarke shoots her friend a harsh glare, silently asking the obnoxious brunette 'what the fuck?!' with a slight shake of her head. Subtle enough so Lexa wouldn't see.

"I'll bring the pizza," The older brunette says with a wide smile. "See you later, Clarke." Lexa shoots another wink over towards the blonde as she back tracks towards the soccer fields, eyes never leaving Clarke's until she turns on her heel and walks away with a slight way to her hips.

Clarke's stomach drops and her head continues to spin. It's not even 8am and she is sure she's going to have a heart attack…

After camp, Clarke is tired; from waking up early, and from the heavy workout. She is covered in dirt and sweat and just needs to go home, jump in her pool, then the shower.

As she is walking with her team to the cars she hears her best friend calling out her name. She turns to see Octavia running after her; bag bouncing around on her back and soccer ball snug between her side and her arm.

"Can I get a ride home?" She pants, "Bellamy isn't done and probably won't be for another hour."

"Yeah of course O." She tells her and the two fall in line with the hoard of athletes heading to their cars.

Octavia is telling Clarke all about her soccer training on the car ride home, talking animatedly with her hands, letting the blonde know that she thinks she'll be able to start this year.

"Your girl was killing it on the field today." Octavia says with a devilish smirk.

"Lexa isn't m-" It was then that Clarke realized her mistake… Her eye's going wide, and mouth falling shut into a straight line. Octavia never said who, she just said 'your girl'. She just confirmed her best friend's suspicions.

"I knew it!" Octavia screams as she jumps in and out of her seat. "You DO like Lexa!"

"Okay fine whatever I like Lexa, can you shut up about it? I'd rather not have the entire state of Florida knowing." Clarke was cringing in her seat. "Also why did you invite her to movie night?!"

"I was trying to get you two to start hanging out more," Octavia shrugs. "Operation Clexa begins." The rambunctious brunette wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

"Clexa? Seriously?" Clarke scrunches her face and looks over at Octavia in disgust. "And you might as well quit now, there is no way Lexa is into girls." Clarke sighs from the driver's seat, hand clenching the steering wheel in frustration. The pain of falling for a straight girl…

"Oh honey…" Octavia coo's mockingly from the passenger's seat, "so smol and naïve and gay." She says as she uses her thumb and pointer finger to pinch Clarke's cheek. The blonde swats her hand away.

"I'm not naïve… and I'm bisexual, not gay."

"Well if you weren't so naïve, then you would know that Lexa Woods, smoking hot senior, captain of the soccer team Lexa Woods, is as straight as a rainbow."

Clarke nearly slammed on the breaks, whipping her head towards Octavia.

"What do you mean?" Clarke all but yells throughout the car.

"What I mean is Lexa play's for the other team, she is as queer as a nine dollar bill because a three dollar bill isn't gay enough. She is a raging lesbian, Clarke."

It takes Clarke a second to catch her breath. Never in a million years, did she even think that Lexa Woods would be into girls, let alone only into girls.

"Wanna know something else?" Octavia asks mischievously from her seat next to Clarke.

Clarke is hesitant to ask but eventually she relents, "what…?" she asks, side eyeing Octavia with apprehension.

"Word on the street is she's totally in to you."

At this information, Clarke actually slams on the breaks in front of Octavia's house.

"WHAT?!" She screams as the two girls fly forward then bounce back from the force of the car stopping so suddenly, "Octavia you're fucking with me right now aren't you?" Octavia is cackling with laughter in her seat.

"No I am not Clarke, but apparently Lexa wants to." She gives Clarke a wink and exits the car. "See you at 7 babe!"

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Clarke has not been able to sit still since her car ride home with Octavia earlier that morning. She took a dip in her pool, then took a shower, but nothing was good enough to distract her. She even drew a little in her sketchbook but the only thing she could draw were those captivating emerald green orbs of the one and only Lexa Woods.

How can Lexa Woods be gay? Well Clarke knows how… the girl didn't have a choice, you like who you like… but just how? She also doesn't believe Octavia when she said that she has a thing for Clarke… no there is absolutely no way that Lexa Woods likes Clarke Griffin. It's just not possible. Lexa is captain of the soccer team, straight A student, head of the social hierarchy of Polis High, full ride athletic scholarship to Stanford, and if she didn't have her athletic scholarship she'd sure as hell have an academic one. This girl is basically going to Stanford for free… and Clarke? Clarke will be lucky if a college softball program even acknowledges her existence…

Clarke is broken out of her stupor when the doorbell rings. Hoping it's not Lexa, Clarke pads her way towards the front door, swinging it open. She sighs a breath of relief when she sees Raven and Octavia.

"Well we're happy to see you too, Princess." Raven says with a delighted smirk on her face, letting herself into the house.

"We brought the movies," Octavia adds as she also lets herself into the house. The best friends make themselves at home, going through the Griffin's kitchen, plopping themselves down on the couch and throwing their feet up like the own the damn place.

"So, Clarke, when's your girlfriend coming?" Raven teases from her spot on the couch. Clarke takes a deep breath, and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"O, seriously?" She scolds the smaller brunette.

"Oh please Griff I already knew, you're so obvious about it."

"Which is why I don't want her here! I'm going to make an idiot out of myself and it's all your fault!" Clarke accuses from the kitchen doorway towards Octavia who has taken place next to Raven on the sectional sofa.

"Please," Raven scoffs, "You do that perfectly well without our help."

"Also," Octavia adds, "She already likes you and you make an idiot of yourself in front of her all the time… why would this change anything?"

Clarke opens her mouth, about to respond when the doorbell rings again. Her heart speeds up as she glances over her shoulder in that direction. When she looks back at her friends Raven has a shit-eating grin on her face and Octavia is smiling with her tongue between her teeth. Clarke schools herself as she takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. It does absolutely nothing.

She walks over towards the door slowly and swings it open. Lexa is standing there in an old, tattered band shirt with an oversized flannel, leggings and white converse. Her brown hair is cascading down her shoulders and framing her God-like jaw line. Clarke can feel her mouth go dry.

"H-h" Clarke coughs to clear her throat, "Hey Lexa." She says as calmly as possible.

"Hi Clarke," Lexa all but whispered as she takes in the blonde in her leggings and oversized, grey UC Berkley crew neck. Someone clears their throat and Clarke turns to find Anya Pine standing on her front porch, looking between Clarke and Lexa. Anya is one of the scariest people Clarke has ever seen. If you looked up the definition of Resting Bitch Face in the dictionary, Anya Pine's face would be there, looking like she could murder you in seven ways with just her pinky.

"Sorry, Clarke this is my best friend Anya, Anya this is Clarke." Anya gives her a little 'sup' nod. "Octavia said it was okay if she came."

"Yeah no it's not a problem at all, come on in." Clarke steps aside allowing the two girls to enter the house, "Here I can take that." The blonde says as she takes the pizza box from Lexa's hand.

"It's not Chicago style, but it's the best in Florida."

"I can honestly say I have never had Chicago style pizza…" Clarke says as the girls walk towards the family room where Octavia and Raven are sitting.

"Oh my god it is to die for, Clarke, I'll have to bring you back some the next time my family goes."

"Can't wait." Clarke says with a genuine smile.

"Aye wassup Pine?" Raven greets from her slouched position on the couch.

"Nothing much Reyes what's going on with you?" Anya greets and the two fist bump. Clarke stares at the girls with an inquisitive look. How the hell does Raven know Anya fucking Pine, let alone is on good terms with her?

"Raven does the tech work for Anya's band sometimes." Lexa whispers, her breath hitting Clarke's ear, answering the blonde's unsaid question. It sends a shiver down Clarke's spine and jolts the girl to attention. She can feel Lexa's body slightly pressed against hers and the blonde jumps at the closeness. Lexa just chuckles slightly.

"Can you like, read my mind or something?" Clarke mocks awkwardly as she moves to set the pizza down on the coffee table.

"No you just have a very expressive face, it's cute." She laughs, and Clarke blushes so goddamn hard and is so taken aback that she drops the pizza and knocks Raven's water glass. She fumbles to try and catch it but misses terribly and sends water flying across the table and on Octavia's phone.

"Shit shit shit." Clarke says as she tries to recover quickly, drying Octavia's phone on her sweater before any damage can be done.

"Uh…I-uh…I'll clean this up." Clarke stutters moving quickly to the kitchen.

"I'll help." Lexa says following Clarke to the kitchen to grab some towels. It's like this girl is trying to make a fool out of Clarke.

Lexa walks into the kitchen to see Clarke with her hands leaning on the island in the middle of the room, head hanging down.

"You alright?" Lexa asks as she grabs a handful of paper towels from the rack. Clarke nods slowly but never actually answers. She watches her hands as Lexa speaks to her, and she can feel the brunettes gaze on her. Clarke's night will go a lot better if she just doesn't talk… or move… or breathe. She realizes that she's letting Lexa get all the towels, but it's her mess to clean up. She reaches out to take them from Lexa, but the brunette reacts quickly by grabbing Clarke's wrist. Clarke gasps.

"It's fine," Lexa breathes out, "I can take care of it." Clarke looks down to where her wrist is held between Lexa's fingers. Her skin is on fire and when Lexa lets go, it's a little too slow to be platonic, but of course Clarke doesn't realize that.

"Thanks," Clarke breathes out, but it's barely above a whisper and she's pretty sure Lexa can't even hear her. Keeping their gazes locked, the brunette turns on her heel slowly and walks towards the family room, leaving Clarke in her wake.

Clarke takes a deep breath and internally screams at herself before walking out to meet the others. What she wasn't prepared to see, but in all honesty it does not surprise her, was Raven, Anya, and Octavia all sitting next to each other on the far side of the sectional sofa, leaving Clarke and Lexa the reclining side. The brunette was already sitting next to Anya with her feet reclined on the extended cushion… Clarke is literally going to have to climb over Lexa to get to her seat.

This night can't possible get any worse.

Everything would have been fine, if Octavia didn't invite Lexa. Everything also would have been okay if Octavia didn't bring any scary movies. And everything would have been fine if she wasn't the most scared person to ever walk this earth.

Clarke hates scary movies…hates them. But she and her friends are currently watching Sinister in her living room, and at any movement that flashes across the screen, Clarke jumps. She has her blanket wrapped around her with her knees to her chest, so she can cover up her face whenever something happens.

She has the house to herself after this… this was such a fucking stupid idea.

Clarke is so caught up in trying to recognize the scary parts on screen that she doesn't notice Lexa shift closer to her, and lean in to whisper, "There's a scary-"

Clarke jumps, releasing a sharp gasp in fear, and Lexa cackles beside her. "Don't fucking do that, you scared the shit out of me." Clarke whispers as she punches Lexa's shoulder.

"I was just going to tell you that there is a scary part coming up, but okay if you don't want me to warn you…" Her voice rose an octave higher at the end of her sentence as she trailed off.

"Wait! No do that, please… I hate scary movies." Lexa chuckles lightly and she brings her hand up to grab Clarke's, and the blonde jolts at the contact.

"Is this okay?" Lexa breathes out, and Clarke looks in to those green eyes, letting out a shaky nod

"She's just doing it to comfort me… She's just being nice."

"I'd close your eyes." Lexa leans in to whisper again, but this time Clarke's senses are all heightened from holding hands with Lexa that she doesn't jump. Clarke uses her free hand to bring the blanket up to her face and she cowers her head down. Her head just so happens to fall on Lexa's shoulder in said cowering, but that is merely a coincidence. Clarke doesn't mean to do that. Even if Lexa's touch manages to calm her down, she doesn't seek out Lexa's shoulder…right?

Clarke can't even focus on the sounds of the movie because Lexa is rubbing her thumb along the back of Clarke's hand, and it is the most comforting, intoxicating thing the blonde has ever experienced. Clarke can feel the butterflies in her stomach increase. Lexa's touch is only causing her to fall even harder for the lovely brunette goddess that is sitting next to her.

Clarke lets out a very shaky breath that hits the back of Lexa's hand. The brunette thinks it's because Clarke is scared of the movie, but boy is she wrong.

After that Clarke keeps her head under the blanket, not watching the movie, but instead watching Lexa's thumb mindlessly run comforting patterns over the back of her hand.

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The group left Clarke's house after the movie. They still have one more day of camp before the weekend, so they figured one movie was enough for the night and they all left to get some rest. Clarke wanted to protest and ask Raven and O to spend the night, but she decided against it for fear of being tormented about Lexa and being a baby for being scared of the movie.

Clarke cleans up the family room, folding the blankets, and throwing away the pizza box. Every little movement terrified Clarke. The slight rustle of the wind against the trees outside, the rumble of the furnace, even her own footsteps cause her heart rate to skyrocket and fear to spread through her body.

Needless to say that when the doorbell rings, Clarke screams at the top of her lungs jumping until her back hits the wall.

She stays there for a second, refusing to move, clutching her hand to her chest as she catches her breath, trying to calm her heart rate. She doesn't jump however, when she hears the tell-tale ding of a message popping up on her phone. She takes one last breath before taking her phone out of her pocket.

Her heart rate speeds up, but this time it's for a good reason.

Lexa Woods: It's me

Sorry didn't mean to scare you

Clarke hesitantly walks over to the front door and peers through the glass window positioned next to the door. Lexa Woods is back at her house, standing on her front porch. Clarke whips around and shoves her back against the door.

After a few seconds, her mind finally catches up with her racing heart and she turns to open the door. The brunettes face lights up when she sees Clarke again.

"Lexa? What are you doing back here?" Clarke questions, leaning against the slightly propped open door. She sees that Lexa has a draw string bag slung over her shoulder, and also notices that Lexa has forgone her leggings and changed into sweatpants.

"I didn't think you would want to sleep in this big house all alone after watching a movie like that…" Lexa smirks as she eyes Clarke from her spot on the porch.

Clarke internally screams. Lexa was spending the night to make sure that she was okay.

"I can go if you don't want me to spend the-" Lexa begins but it is clear in her voice that she is unconvinced.

"No!" Clarke interrupts all too excitedly, "I mean, no. Don't go please. I'm terrified here by myself."

Lexa's face lit up with a smug grin, knowing she was right all along. Clarke steps aside, allowing the brunette to enter into her home for the second time that night.

"Thank you, Lexa." Clarke whispers and Lexa turns to face her.

"I just want to make sure you're okay Clarke." The way Lexa rolls the 'k' off of her tongue sends shivers down the blonde's spine. She says her name like an unspoken prayer, and it makes Clarke feel grounded.

"Where can I put my stuff?" Lexa questions with her trademark smirk and a tilt of her head as she sees that Clarke hasn't taken her eyes off of her yet. The blonde shakes her head slightly, trying to regain her composure.

"Right, yeah-uh… you can put it up in my room." Lexa follows Clarke up the stairs and down the hall to the blonde's room. Before they reach the door though, Lexa places her hand on Clarke's shoulder turning the girl around.

"Whoa Clarke… at least take me on a date first before you try to sleep with me." Lexa cracks with her signature smirk. Clarke breathes out a laugh.

"And who says I'm trying to sleep with you?" She quirks with a smirk. Lexa feigns hurt and clutches her free hand over her heart.

"You wound me Griffin." Lexa banters and Clarke shoves her shoulder. "Clarke how come we never hang out outside of our parents?" The brunette asks as she pushes past Clarke and into her bedroom.

Clarke has to stop herself from saying, "Because I'm hopelessly in love with you and I can't bear to be around you for the sake of embarrassing myself."

"I don't know." Clarke shrugs. "Two different friend groups I guess."

"That's a total lie, but okay." Lexa laughs and her attention is drawn to the corner of the room, where an old guitar sits.

"You play guitar?" Lexa questions with interest as she saunters across the room and picks the instrument up from its stand.

"Define play?" Clarke jokes with a chuckle, "I've been trying to teach myself for the past few months. I'm barely mediocre."

"Doubtful. You're anything but mediocre Clarke." Lexa's says so casually as she sits in Clarke's desk chair and begins to tune the guitar.

Ignoring the fluttering in her heart, stomach and chest, Clarke asks, "Do you play?" Her question is answered as Lexa's fingers flow around the neck of the guitar strumming a rhythm Clarke has never heard. It's so soft, and melodically sweet that it sends shivers down the blonde's spine as the notes ring through the quiet room.

Been around the world and back this year

Oh god.

Told myself I wanna face this fear, but I don't think
I can stand on my own

She can sing.

She's got eyes like spring, legs like the summer
everybody says she looks just like her mother

Oh no.

But I think she wants that left alone

Lexa's voice is beautiful and she sings with so much emotion, like the lyrics mean something to her. No… everything to her. Clarke stares in awe as she watches Lexa from her spot in the doorway. Too scared to move in fear of missing anything the brunette does.

There's too many ways, to say goodbye
but it's quite the opposite this time.

Sometimes I can't help but say

I'm falling in love and it's scaring me.

It came to me in a dream, now all that's left is our empathy

but this is just the life I ordered
one step back and two steps forward

Sometimes I can't help but say
we're making history

Lexa lets the last note ring and echo throughout the room. She looks up to see Clarke, mouth hung open, eye's looking at Lexa with something she can't quite decipher. It looks an awful lot like adoration and amazement.

"You…" Clarke breathes out a shaky breath, "You can…-you can sing." Clarke states dumbly and Lexa just chuckles.

"I guess so." She agrees as she places the guitar back on its stand.

"Is there anything you can't do?" Clarke's mouth works faster than her mind and the words are out before she can stop them. Lexa looks at Clarke with a weak smile then slowly walks towards the bed.

"I'm sure there's lots of things." Lexa says shyly with a shrug. There's an underlying message in the way she says it but Clarke can't decipher it.

"How long have you been playing?"

"My uncle is in a band, so he's been teaching me guitar since I was about 9. The singing… I'm not too sure where that comes from."

"You're beautiful. I-uh…your vo-" Clarke stammers trying to recover, "Your voice is-it's beautiful."

Lexa gave Clarke a knowing smirk, as if she is enjoying watching this girl turn into a mumbling mess around her.

"We should get some sleep. Don't wanna be too tired for practice tomorrow."

"Yeah." Clarke lets out, still kicking herself for acting like a fool in front of Lexa. She follows Lexa's lead and lays down in her bed. Their shoulders touching as both of them look up at the ceiling, not daring to look at each other. After a few moments Clarke breaks the silence.

"Lex," she croaks out.

"Hmm?"

"I'm still really scared," She laughs at herself as she throws her hand over her face in embarrassment. She hears the shuffle of the sheets around her and a slight shifting of the bed, and then she feels it. Lexa is turned on her side, with her front barely pressed up against Clarke. The blonde holds her breath as she turns to face Lexa, burying her face in the fabric of the brunette's shirt. Lexa puts her arm around Clarke's waist, pulling her close to her and keeping her safe and comfortable.

Nothing else is said. Lexa's words go unspoken as Clarke knows she has nothing to fear with Lexa around. The two fall asleep wrapped up in each other, still not aware of what one is doing to the other.