A/N: So what I've noticed about this story - the thing that makes it so easy for me to write when I actually sit down to write a whole chapter, and what I assume makes people like it - is that I literally just write what I feel like would be going through Clarke's head. Oftentimes I feel as though what I write for it, though, is quite confusing, so I apologize if any of Clarke's thoughts seem so conflicting or weird that they become confusing. Maybe that's just me ahah but I feel like Clarke's gotta get through a lot of shit, ya know? :P
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Clarke forced her eyes open when she was awoken by the sound of a door closing. The house had gone quiet, and suddenly, there was a dip in the mattress on the bed. She knew that it was Lexa, who else would it be after all?
The brunette said nothing, though, so Clarke assumed that she thought the blonde was asleep, which was a valid assumption. Clarke had no idea how she was awake, probably just an hour or so after having gone to sleep. She didn't know whether she was sober or not, though she figured that she wasn't.
She still definitely didn't feel very in control of herself, and perhaps that was why she found herself murmuring, "Lexa?"
"Why are you still awake?" Lexa asked, her voice gentle and soothing. Clarke suddenly felt soft hands and fingers running through her hair, and the feeling caused Clarke's eyelids to fall.
"Dunno," Clarke mumbled, suddenly feeling ten times more tired.
"Go to sleep," Lexa encouraged, and Clarke didn't have to be asked twice.
When she woke up for real the next morning, with sun dripping in from the outside world and some awful sound coming from the kitchen, Clarke felt absolutely terrible. The only thing that kept her from groaning as though she'd woken from the dead was the sleeping form of Lexa next to her. She was slightly surprised that the brunette was still asleep.
She wasn't for long, though, because as Clarke was laying on her back, with her eyes closed and her brain strained in trying to make herself feel better, Lexa stirred. "Are you awake, Clarke?" she asked quietly.
"Mm," Clarke hummed, afraid that if she spoke, her head might implode on itself. She felt movement on the bed next to her, and then Clarke felt herself sink further into the mattress, telling her that Lexa had gotten up. She forced her eyes open, despite the light, and looked at Lexa as she stretched her toned arms up above her head.
When the brunette turned around, she gave Clarke a soft look. "I'll be right back with some water."
Clarke didn't say anything as Lexa left the room, but when she was gone, the blonde let out a deep breath. The previous night was somewhat a blur, but she could recall the basics. After feeling like shit, she had decided to over indulge in alcohol, which had been a lot of fun until she reached her limit and threw up.
A few moments later, Lexa returned to the room and sat on the side of the next, next to Clarke. She handed the blonde a water bottle, and a painkiller. Clarke, still not trusting her voice, sat up a little and took back the painkiller with a swig of water, and then took a few more sips of the smooth liquid before she thanked Lexa.
"Thank you," she finally said, exhaling carefully and then inhaling through her nose. She felt like she might throw up. "Ugh. I'm so stupid."
Lexa gave her a reassuring smile. "Trust me, we all are at some point or another. Do you feel alright to get up? Bellamy's made pancakes. They help with your stomach, and your head, I promise."
"Give me a second," Clarke said, inhaling slowly again. When she exhaled, she gave Lexa a curious look. "How are you all fine and dandy?"
"I think that I may have a little more experience with alcohol than you do, Clarke," Lexa answered, her voice teasing and yet serious. Clarke nearly laughed, but then her stomach complained and she winced. Food would probably be the best idea at the moment, but she couldn't bring herself to move at all. "Drink some more water, and you'll be fine, I promise."
Clarke sighed, nodding, and took another drink from the water bottle. Then, holding it tightly in her hand, she sat up the rest of the way. Lexa got off of the bed, giving Clarke room to get out of it, and then they both went to the kitchen. Bellamy was a the stove, a stack of pancakes on a plate next to him. Lexa and Clarke headed for the bar stools lined neatly at the bar, and Bellamy turned to give Clarke a wide smile.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, but it wasn't hard for Clarke to tell that he obviously knew the answer.
"Just great," she muttered, seating herself on a stool, Lexa following suit next to her.
"Need any painkillers?" he wondered.
"Lexa already got me one," Clarke answered, still trying to focus on her breathing as Bellamy tossed two pancakes on two plates and handed one to each of the girls. Lexa immediately began to eat hers, but Clarke took another moment, and then tentatively took a bite.
As she swallowed it, she felt her stomach growl, and she took another bite. She already felt a good degree better.
"What's the time?" Octavia mumbled, suddenly walking into the room, massaging her forehead.
"Eleven," Bellamy answered. "Pancake?"
"Three," Octavia answered, but Bellamy had already begun to place three on the plate, clearly having known what Octavia would respond with.
"Where did Finn and Raven sleep?" Lexa wondered.
"Thought they took the guest bedroom?" Octavia asked. Lexa shook her head.
"Clarke and I were in there," she answered. The four of them all exchanged curious looks Just then, Raven came stumbling into the kitchen from the living room, looking like she was in desperate need of water.
"Speak of the devil," Bellamy commented, sliding a plate across the bar to Raven as she approached, along with a glass of water and a painkiller.
Raven muttered something that was not at all coherent, and immediately took a drink of the water, swallowing the pill with it and then diving into her pancake. The question of where she and Finn had slept answered, everyone went silent as they all began to soothe their aching heads and stomachs with water and pancakes. Finn hobbled into the room to do the same a few moments later, but it wasn't until Octavia had finished two of her pancakes that she spoke, breaking the silence. "So. Our parents will be back in a couple of hours, so not to be rude, but you'll all have to be gone pretty soon."
"Yeah, yeah," Raven mumbled, waving her hand at the other girl. "We'll be gone."
"Where were your parents?" Clarke wondered, now finished with her pancake and her water, and feeling much better.
"Work," Bellamy answered for the two of them, shrugging.
Octavia nodded. "Yeah, they work out of town, so they're pretty much gone all week. Sometimes they come back on Saturday and leave midday Monday, but usually they get back Sunday and leave Tuesday morning. It's weird."
"Leaves lots of time for parties, though," Finn piped up, grinning. Bellamy nodded in agreement, and Clarke just feigned an amused smile. She knew what it was like to have an absent parent, since her mother was basically never home, but she couldn't imagine what it would have been like if her dad had been gone so often when he had still been alive. How would she have been affected by his death if he had hardly ever been home?
She managed to shake away her thoughts in order to listen to the conversation around her. "Oh by the way," Raven was saying, "there's an iPhone in the living room in a dark red case that kept going off this morning."
"Shit," Clarke hissed, getting up from the bar stool and hurrying into the living room. Her phone was placed neatly on a coffee table, and as she picked it up and hit the home button, she saw that she had about ten text messages. As she walked back into the kitchen, a conversation was going on, but Clarke just unlocked her phone to check her messages.
Her mother was the first.
From Mom – Where are you? I thought you were in your room, but I checked, and you're not.
From Mom – Clarke Griffin, where are you?
There weren't anymore from her mom, but the next eight were from Wells.
From Wells – Clarke, your mom just texted me saying that she doesn't know where you are.
From Wells – Are you okay?
From Wells – I haven't answered her yet, but if you answer me, I'll tell her you're with me.
From Wells – Clarke?
From Wells – Are you with Octavia and her friends?
From Wells – I won't be mad or anything, just tell me so I can calm your mom down.
From Wells – Jeez, Clarke, where are you?
From Wells – I told your mom that you're with me, so you better be safe. And don't say I never did you any favors.
Clarke let out a deep sigh. If Wells didn't already hate her for every stupid thing she'd said to him in the past week, he definitely hated her now. Though, nobody forced him to cover for her, he had done that all on his own.
To Wells – I'm fine, thank you. I didn't have my phone on me this morning.
To Mom – Sorry, I didn't have my phone with me earlier! I'll be home soon!
Clarke, letting out another breath, took her seat again at the bar stool and set her phone in front of her.
"Who was spamming your phone?" Raven wondered, as the previously occurring conversation came to an end.
"My mom, and Wells. Apparently, my mom freaked out when she saw I wasn't home this morning, and she tried to find out from Wells, who had no idea where I was, so he covered for me and now I'm officially the worst person in the world," Clarke muttered, dropping her head in her hands.
"Why? Because he's mad at you and still covered for you?" Bellamy asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "That doesn't make you a bad person. You didn't do anything to make him cover for you. Plus, him doing so without knowing if you were okay was probably stupid anyway. What if you hadn't been okay? He would've been in deep shit. That's not your fault."
"Bellamy's right," Lexa agreed, drawing Clarke's gaze toward her. "You haven't done anything to him aside from tell him that you don't like him."
"I told him he was like a brother to me." Clarke said the statement with a monotone voice. Bellamy made a slight hiss.
"Yeah, that was probably not the best thing to say," he stated.
"Nevertheless," Octavia interrupted, "you didn't do anything wrong. So you shouldn't feel like an awful person. And clearly he really cares about you, and so he'll eventually forgive you, and you two can be best friends again."
"Maybe," Clarke said weakly, letting out a light breath. "I should probably go, though."
"Same," Raven agreed, sliding off of her bar stool.
"Well, we'll see you guys tomorrow," Octavia said, smiling at both of them.
"Good luck with your mom," Lexa said to Clarke, who smiled gratefully.
"Thanks," she returned. "Text me."
"Okay."
Clarke drove herself home, feeling much less hungover now, so she hoped that it wasn't at all evident from her appearance, or she was going to get into a lot of trouble with her mom. She pulled her car into her driveway, behind her mom's car, and headed inside. Her mom sometimes worked on Sundays, but apparently today was not one of those days.
As soon as she walked in, she was bombarded by her mother.
"Clarke! Why did you not have your phone with you this morning?" her mom demanded. "You always have your phone on you when you're with Wells."
"I left it on the coffee table," Clarke mumbled the honest answer that was intended to be misinterpreted by her mother.
Her mom let out a sigh. "Alright. Please don't let it happen again. Did you stay over at Wells' house two nights in a row?"
"Uh, no," Clarke answered. "There is this other group of people I started hanging out with."
"Hmm, well, okay," her mom replied, looking suspiciously at her daughter. "Well, I'm going to run to the store and restock the fridge. Doesn't look like you ate much this past week, though. Have you been getting enough food?"
"Yeah, mom, I'm fine," Clarke insisted. "I have to finish up some homework, though, so can I go upstairs?"
"Yes, of course."
And just like that, Clarke was up the stairs and closing herself in her room. She collapsed back onto her bed and stared at her ceiling. As she stared at the textured, white paint that covered the otherwise bland drywall, she began to trace invisible patterns on it with her gaze. She didn't really have any homework, thankfully, but she hadn't wanted to be around her mom anymore.
Sitting up a bit on her bed, she looked at her stack of blank canvases and drawing paper. It was beginning to dwindle, as she had been doing a piece of art every month for nearly a year now, excluding her weekly drawings for school.
Though she had started the one of her dad, she was not in the state to finish it, so she figured that she may as well start a different piece for this month.
Getting out of bed, she retrieved one of the canvases and set it up on her easel. She decided on paint for this piece, and gathered up her paint palette and paints and brushes, and started away.
She was hardly sure of what her strokes were creating as she painted, until she took a step back and saw wavy, brown hair along one side of the canvas, and the beginnings of a soft colored face. She wasn't one to paint very detailed, but it was easy to identify what it was she was beginning to paint, or who, rather.
It was Lexa.
I promise that Clarke is going to tell Lexa and her new friends about her dad relatively soon, because Wells isn't coming around any time soon, and Clarke is going to be feeling more and more of a need to have distractions from her thoughts. One of her distractions is slowly going to become more than that, though, I promise ;)
Agh it's Sunday, I have homework, and I feel like shit. I've had the weirdest sickness the past couple of days. One minute I feel like I'm going to throw up, and then I'm like nah, just a cold, but when I stand up I feel like I'm going to pass out, and when I lay down, I feel sick again. And I can't stop coughing and sneezing ew. Last night I was going to write and post this chapter, but I had the worst headache ughh. I had two meals yesterday, and so far today I've only had one, but food actually sounds pretty good right now, so I'll probably finally eat something again pretty close in the near future.
I want to stay home from school tomorrow, but I have major grade Group Discussion in English, a Pre-Cal test, and a Physics lab tomorrow lol. Missing all of that shit would suck, especially since I can't stay after school on Tuesday to make any of it up because I have an audition with my sister for our choir concert in a couple of weeks, but whether or not I go to school tomorrow, I have to be better for that audition omg. ._. ;-;
So that's fun lol. On the bright side, I'm loving writing this story again. Hope you're all enjoying reading it, and I hope that you guys are having a better day than I am!
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