"What the actual fuck, Griffin?!" The sleep-deprived voice of the sassy brunette echoed in the bedroom. She had awoken to her best friend and roommate quickly snatching her soft, warm comforter off her sleeping body and onto the floor.

"It's Thursday! Party time!" The blonde exclaimed while grabbing for the brunette's wrist.

"Get out," the brunette hissed with her eyes closed tightly.

Clarke released her roommate's wrist and huffed out a sigh. She knew her roommate was tired because she had been working double shifts for the past two weeks for some extra money, but it was Thursday - their party day - and she wasn't about to let that go to waste.

"But it's Thursday!" Clarke repeated.

"But I'm tired," the dark-haired girl muttered.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon," the blonde replied. No doubt the other girl would sleep until evening if Clarke hadn't intervened. A small, incoherent grumble came from under the tired girl's pillow, and Clarke let out a small sigh.

"If you don't get up now, you're going to ruin my evening," Clarke quipped.

The brunette shifted under her pillow, knowing that she was due for a night out at their favorite club with their favorite friends. She peeked out from under her pillow and glared teasingly at her roommate.

"You didn't have to rip my blanket off, you know. You could have just flashed me that pretty smile of yours, Griffin, and I would have been putty in your hands."

"Right..." the blonde replied with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "Now get your ass out of bed and help me figure out what to wear."

"You look good in everything, Clarke," the sleepy girl started as she slowly pulled herself into a seated position on her bed. "After all, I pretty much single-handedly built your wardrobe."

"Then come bask in all your glory in my room," Clarke responded with a smile.

"Where's the coffee?" The blonde's roommate asked.

"Kitchen?" Clarke half-stated, half-asked.

"You give me coffee, I give you clothing advice."

"Deal!" Clarke exclaimed before turning on her heels and heading out of the bedroom.

Clarke threw a k-cup into their Keurig coffee maker and pulled a package of Pop-tarts out of the cabinet. She headed back to her own room, coffee and breakfast in hand, and smiled when she saw her roommate sitting on her bed with the comforter that she ripped off of her just minutes before wrapped tightly around her slumped body.

"I come bearing sustenance," Clarke said while holding out the coffee and pastry towards her roommate. The brunette smiled and greedily accepted the items, inhaling the sweet smell of her freshly brewed coffee before taking a hearty sip.

"So what look are we going for tonight, Griffin? Slutty? Desperate? Fuck me on the dance floor, please?"

Clarke shot her roommate a glare before sheepishly turning towards her closet, knowing that her friend was right. It had been FAR too long since she'd been with anyone, and her body seemed to be reminding her of that on a daily basis.

"Shut it!" Clarke barked at her roommate, which earned a hearty laugh from the girl sitting behind her. The two chatted and teased each other while the blonde pulled out item after item from her closet, most of them making into the "no" pile at the foot of her bed. They finally decided on something, and Clarke was pleased. She always loved looking her best, it gave her confidence and that little extra push put herself out there to meet someone new.

"As long as you wear that tonight," the brunette said while motioning her finger around the outfit Clarke had in her hands "you are definitely going to get laid."

"Well then you'd better plan on staying at Lincoln's tonight," Clarke said with a wag of her eyebrows.

"Oh honey, I was already planning on it," Octavia responded. "This girl definitely needs a little somethin somethin after two weeks of double shifts."

Clarke laughed and walked over to her bedside table, grabbing for her phone.

"Please tell me homegirl's coming tonight," Octavia said before taking another gulp of coffee. "I don't want to have to wait in line like a chump."

"Yep, texting her now!" Clarke responds. In all honesty, there aren't too many places Clarke and Octavia go without Lexa and their other best friend Raven. They are almost inseparable, really. Before Octavia found Lincoln, the foursome joked that maybe they had some kind of unhealthy dependency on each other that prevented them from meeting eligible singles night after night. "You texting Raven?"

"I'm on it!" Octavia called from the hallway.

Clarke: Hey chica, guess what?

Lexa: It's Thursday?

Clarke: You know me too well.

Lexa: What time?

Clarke: 8, don't be late.

Lexa: You're a dork.

Clarke: A dork that you love.

Lexa: This is true.

Clarke: See ya soon, chica!

Clarke put her phone on the bathroom counter and hopped in the shower. She let the warm water cascade down her back and closed her eyes, letting out a contented sigh. The steam from the shower filled her lungs, and she smelled the faint scent of her citrus shampoo from the day before. Letting out another deep breath, she lathered up her hair and started to mentally prepare for the night ahead.

Clarke Griffin had turned into a bit of a party animal over the last couple of years. The combination of finally being free from the stresses of medical school and having such an energetic core group of friends always seemed to put her in a good mood, which in turn made her want to drink, dance, and party the night away with said best friends in tow.

Noticing a light blinking on her phone, Clarke reached for it after she wrapped a towel around herself.

Lexa: Do you have the day off tomorrow?

Lexa: If so, I'm stopping for hang-over supplies. I don't want a repeat of last weekend, Griffin.

Clarke chuckled to herself remembering how she had called Lexa the morning after their partying, whining about being hungry and thirsty and that her brain was exploding. Lexa had asked why Octavia couldn't get off her ass and get them something to drink, eat, and pills to dull the headaches... but Octavia was nearly worse off than Clarke was that morning. Lexa was always the "responsible" drinker and often found herself looking after the other girls the morning after. Although Clarke was always more insistent about having Lexa help than her other friends, it wasn't something that Lexa had thought particularly hard about.

Clarke: You love taking care of me, Woods. I'm your favorite.

Lexa: I'll take that to mean you have nothing in your cabinets but coffee and Pop-Tarts then.

Clarke: How dare you?!

Lexa: Thought so.

Lexa: And yes, you're my favorite.

Clarke: Thought so.

Clarke smiled as she pictured Lexa on the other end of their text conversation shaking her head and smirking at her phone, and she would obviously be highly amused at the witty banter going on between the two of them. There was still a few hours until they were all meeting at The Ark, their favorite club downtown, so Clarke took her time getting ready and relaxing before the night began. Glancing at her outfit Octavia had helped her pick out, she smiled and felt a flutter of excitement in her chest thinking about what or who the night might bring.


Lexa was walking along the sidewalks downtown towards her apartment building after a long day at work. Thursdays were always busy, as she had a standing meeting with one of her most important clients who happened to be a prominent political figure in the community. Lexa was a lawyer, and a damn good one, but she loved being able to meet up with her best friends on any night of the week to let loose and have fun. She knew she was the "most responsible" out of the four but was that really so unexpected from the personality that a political lawyer most likely has?

Lexa heard her phone chirp with a text notification as she opened her apartment door. Everything about Lexa's apartment screams Lexa. All of her belongings are tucked neatly into closets or on top of shelves. Her books, all hundreds of them, are organized on her many bookcases set up in her living room and study. Lexa's apartment décor wasn't lacking, but it was minimalist and classy. Everything about her apartment was just so... Lexa.

She stepped out of her shoes at the front door and made her way into the study where she always tucked her briefcase on the floor beside the desk. She grabbed her phone from the front pocket of the tote and headed back towards her kitchen, preparing to make herself a cup of hot tea. She glanced at her text messages and noticed one from Clarke at the top.

Clarke: Hey chica, guess what?

Lexa: It's Thursday?

Clarke: You know me too well.

Lexa: What time?

Clarke: 8, don't be late.

Lexa: You're a dork.

Clarke: A dork that you love.

Lexa: This is true.

Clarke: See ya soon, chica!

Remembering last weekend and how drunk her blonde best friend got, and how she called at 9am practically begging Lexa to come over and take care of her hung-over ass, she quickly typed out a couple more texts to Clarke.

Lexa: Do you have the day off tomorrow?

Lexa: If so, I'm stopping for hang-over supplies. I don't want a repeat of last weekend, Griffin.

She smiled and placed her phone on the kitchen counter before reaching for a mug and tea bag. There was something soothing about her daily routine of making herself a nice, hot cup of tea after a long day of work and cracking open a good book or perhaps going over a few more items for work before dinner. She was an early riser, so it usually meant she returned from work at around 3 or 4pm.

Lexa sat down on her soft suede couch and sipped at her tea. She picked up her phone and noticed the blonde had responded.

Clarke: You love taking care of me, Woods. I'm your favorite.

Lexa: I'll take that to mean you have nothing in your cabinets but coffee and Pop-Tarts then.

Clarke: How dare you?!

Lexa: Thought so.

Lexa: And yes, you're my favorite.

Clarke: Thought so.

Lexa read the back-and-forth while shaking her head and smiling widely. There was never a moment when her mind thought of Clarke Griffin that it didn't stir up a smile and a warm feeling in her chest. She knew more than anyone else that she had it bad for her best friend. There was something more than just friendship feelings there, and Lexa was utterly terrified at even the thought of acting on those feelings. She knew Clarke was interested in both men and women, but she seemed a bit more particular about the women she dated, so Lexa assumed she would have no chance since they were just friends.

She and Clarke had been friends, close friends, best friends for years. She was officially in the friend zone with the beautiful blonde, as evidenced by her always being the one to help Clarke sober up after a long night of drinking and filling up her cabinets with food – actual food – on a somewhat regular basis. She didn't know how it started, but she didn't mind it either. She liked taking care of Clarke Griffin. In fact, she liked everything about her.

Author's Note: This is my first Clexa fic, and I originally intended this to be a one-shot. It quickly snowballed into something entirely different, but I hope you like it. Please leave comments or suggestions as I would love to hear how people are liking or disliking this story.