"Hey you." Clarke slurred softly as she approached the brunette who jumped and quickly opened her eyes to look at her, and Clarke swore she just saw some sort of… fear? in the other girl's eyes. No shit Sherlock, it's the middle of the night and you're creeping around.

"May I?" Clarke gestured to the spot next to the girl who shot her a small smile and nodded. "Thanks." Clarke said and lied down, immediately wincing at how cold and wet the grass beneath her was. Only then she realized that the girl had no jacket with her, and the blonde wondered again what the girl was doing in the park, at half past three in the morning, all by herself and without a jacket.

"Aren't you cold?" She finally asked after another minute of watching the girl, who turned around and lowered her gaze to look at Clarke.

"Aren't you cold?" She fired back, eyeing her suspiciously, and Clarke laughed. Yes, she was cold with nothing on but her short black dress and the high heels. "It's fine."

The brunette nodded in return and directed her eyes back to the blade of grass she was fiddling with.

Clarke furrowed her brows and watched her for another minute or two. The girl seemed calm and friendly, and Clarke thought her smile was beautiful, especially because she had the feeling it didn't happen very often. And shy, Clarke thought. She's so shy. Usually, Clarke had no problem initiating a conversation, but she had no idea how to start a conversation with her, so after a moment, she sat up, plucked a daisy and held it in front of the other girl who looked at her a little confused, surprise evident in her eyes, but took it. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again, and Clarke was fast to help her out.

"That's a thank you. For the pencil," she said, "and the eraser!" She quickly added, which rewarded her with another small smile from the brunette that faded as quickly as it had appeared. "That was really nice of you. You could've said something though. Or, you know," Clarke laughed, "you could've stayed after class so I could give them right back to you. Anyway, it was really sweet. I also hope that I don't lose or break them before Monday. And I hope that you don't run away again and actually give me the chance to return them."

The brunette let out a small soft laugh and Clarke's heart skipped a beat. She was sure that this was the sweetest sound she had ever heard, and she was determined to hear it again. As often as possible.

"What?" She smiled.

The other girl tilted her head to the side. "You talk a lot. Please don't forget to breathe."

"Oh yeah. I'm sorry." Clarke said, trying not to slur too much, but unsuccessfully. "I'm sorry, I'm kinda drunk. Been to a really loud and really… alcoholic party with really weird and really… with people." Clarke squeezed her eyes shut. "Sorry, that was stupid. Anyway, literally everybody was there, yet I find you here all alone by the lake."

The girl's small smile slightly faded, and she looked at the daisy in her hand. Clarke watched her curiously before she continued.

"How come?"

"I–… I don't like parties", the brunette shrugged, "I also wasn't invited."

Clarke smirked. "Everyone was invited, darling."

The girl turned back to her. "But how do you know you're invited when no one tells you?"

That caught Clarke off guard. She hadn't thought about the fact that the girl next to her seemed to not have many friends, or none to be exact, at least at college. Of course she couldn't know that she would've been invited, and suddenly, Clarke felt a hint of guilt, mixed with sadness rush through her veins.

"Next time, I'll invite you." She smiled encouragingly.

"Thanks. I don't like parties though."

"Why not?"

"Because usually, people just ignore me. I don't really talk to people, so people don't talk to me." She shot Clarke a smile that was supposed to be a simple smile, but Clarke saw the sadness in the girl's eyes. "Also, I don't drink alcohol."

"I don't, either." Clarke grinned, and the other girl raised an eyebrow.

"Well. Mostly. I mean, sometimes. I sometimes mostly rarely don't drink alc–" she stopped when her stomach made itself noticed, and the brunette looked at her questioningly, waiting for her to continue. "I– don't feel so good." Clarke said and got up, swaying slightly, but the other girl was quick to get up as well and save the blonde from falling.

"Do you have to…"

Clarke shook her head. Then nodded. Then shook her head. "I don't even know how to get home," she slurred, suddenly realizing that Raven usually took care of her, "a friend promised to walk me home but I kinda… lost her."

"Where do you live? I'll walk you home."

"That's sweet of you but it's pretty dangerous. Shady people, you know, and I don't want you to–" Clarke stopped again, bending over, ready to let go of the party's remnants. She waited for a few moments and when nothing came, she slowly straightened her back again, sighing as she accepted her defeat. "Across the campus."

Clarke woke up with a major hangover. She had no memories whatsoever. She groaned as she reached out and blindly fumbled for pain killers on her bedside table, but without avail. Instead, she found her phone and squinted at its brightness. 9:41am. And several texts and missed calls from Raven and Octavia.

Raven (3:21am): where are you?
Raven (3:33am): don't tell me you left already
Raven (3:51am): clarkypoo
Raven (4:02am): clarke answer your phone. worried.

Octavia (4:15am): clarke?r u ignoring raven? at least answer me!
Octavia (4:49am): clarrrrrke!

Raven (4:59am): do I have to call your mom?

Clarke sighed and sent a quick text to both, Raven and Octavia to let them know she was okay, fine, well and alive, safely tucked in in her own bed. It was a minute later when the fog that clouded her memories lifted a bit, but enough for her to remember how she had gotten home last night.The girl. And she still didn't know her name, as far as she reckoned. The girl had walked her home. Her home in one of the shadier neighborhoods in town. She really had let the girl walk her home.

That realization hit her hard and fast, and she sat up, immediately regretting her movement when a jolt of pain attacked her head, but she had no time to suffer because her stomach let her know that it definitely hadn't tolerated her heavy drinking, and she was barely fast enough to reach the toilet. Fuck my life.

When she was sure nothing was left to come out, she got up, brushed her teeth and took a refreshing shower to at least feel somewhat human again. As soon as she got out of the bathroom, she stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes fell on a certain brunette, curled up into a tiny ball in the armchair in the living room. Her heart melted at the sight, but at the same time, it hurt. The position she was in must have been anything but comfortable. However, Clarke couldn't bring herself to wake her up. She smiled and decided to hurry and get dressed, then make coffee. But Clarke couldn't draw her gaze away from the brunette in time to pay attention to where she was going and bumped into her guitar which, with a deafening noise, fell to the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut and started counting. Twenty one… twenty two… twenty–

"You look ridiculous." A soft voice pulled her back to reality and she hesitantly opened one eye, then the other, to look at a now awake brunette sporting an amused smirk.

"Ridiculous, yeah. That would be me. What the hell are you doing h– did we– oh God."

The brunette furrowed her brows, waiting for Clarke to continue.

"I mean… did we, did you, was this…" Clarke aimlessly gestured between the two of them, too embarrassed to actually speak out her thoughts, begging for the other girl to understand what she was trying to ask.