"Lexa?" Clarke looked around the room, confused. She got out of the bed and grabbed her clothes before quickly putting them on. "Lexa! What the fuck?" She left the room and went down the hall, towards the kitchen where she saw Lexa taking a sip of wine. "Lexa, you can't fucking do that. What the hell?"

"Clarke," Lexa sighed. She put her glass down and walked over to the blonde. "You… don't… never mind."

"What? Lexa, what? Tell me," Clarke glared at Lexa. "You can't restrain me and tease me, then just leave. What the hell was that all about?"

"You really… don't remember?"

Clarke looked down then back up. She ran a hand through her hair, glaring at Lexa. "What? What am I supposed to remember?"

"Clarke… we've known each other since we were kids."

Clarke widened her eyes and took a step back, shaking her head, "I don't… I don't believe you."

"Clarke, please," Lexa took a step towards Clarke, hands in front of her. "I can prove it. I have pictures from when we were kids. You… you were in an accident, you lost part of your memory. Clarke, please believe me."

Clarke looked down and shook her head, "No… Lexa… You have to be lying."

Lexa sighed and let her arms drop to her sides, "I'll show you. I'll show you we were friends." Lexa gave Clarke a tight smile before heading up the stairs, feet making soft thuds against the floor.

Clarke kept her head down, looking at the floor. She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. She took another step back and leaned against the wall, waiting for Lexa.

"Here, look," Lexa handed Clarke three photos; one was the picture of Clarke and Lexa, eating ice cream, chocolate smeared on Clarke's face with Lexa laughing on the side.

The next picture was Lexa wearing the same shirt she had on now, only smaller. Her blue jeans were dirty at the knees from where she had probably fallen recently. Clarke was clinging onto her arm with Lexa's shirt sleeve bunched in her hand. There was a splash of mud across Clarke's pink shirt and her purple shorts had some dirt smeared on them. Lexa was smiling into the camera, while Clarke was looking down slightly.

"I...," Clarke started. She lowered her hands, not bothering to look at the last picture. "How could you not tell me? I would have wanted to know… I would have… I would have tried to remember. Lexa, I would have asked my mother if she knew you, or remembered you. Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" Clarke shook her head, letting tears fall onto the pictures in her hands. "I want to go home."

Lexa visibly paled and slowly nodded, "Clarke, please… you." Lexa sighed and nodded. "Okay." She walked over to the front door and grabbed hers and Clarke's shoes. She walked back over, handing Clarke hers. "If you want to do that, I can take you home."

Clarke nodded and kept looking at the first two pictures, not saying a word. She slowly put on her shoes and set the pictures down on the white, marble counter. Sighing, Clarke followed Lexa out the door and to the driveway, getting into the car.

"Lexa we can't go in. It's dark and scary," a little blonde girl, no older than six, with blue-grey eyes mumbled against a taller and older girl.

"Clarke, its fine. We'll be okay," the older girl smiled. She ran a hand through her dark brown hair and looked down at the blonde, smiling softly. "I'll protect you, I promise."

The blonde girl smiled and gripped the older girl's dark shirt, "You promise?"

"Clarke, I wouldn't lie to you," Lexa nodded. "I promise you'll be safe with me." She smiled and put her hand on Clarke's, forcing the grip to loosen from her shirt. "This is my favorite shirt, please don't mess it up." Lexa looked down at her Super Mario shirt and smiled widely. She put a hand on the knees of her jeans and swiped, trying to get any excess dirt off.

"It's only your favorite because my mom got it for you for your birthday," Clarke teased. She slid her hand into Lexa's, smiling at the warmness from the older girl's palm.

"She told me you helped pick it out. Of course it's my favorite," Lexa smiled at Clarke and started walking towards the dark cave. "Come on, we don't have all day."

Clarke nodded and followed after her, "We gotta be careful for any dirt or mud. My mom said I can't get this shirt dirty. My dad's coming home, so I have to look nice." She looked down at her pink shirt and purple shorts.

"Okay, no mud."

Clarke nodded and kept following Lexa, going deeper into the cave. She looked around the cave, seeing the light grow dimmer the farther they went in. "Lexa, its getting dark." Clarke gripped onto Lexa's shirt. "I'm scared."

"You don't have to worry," Lexa reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a small flashlight, turning it on. A small light illuminated from it as Lexa moved it around, showing the inside of the cave. Lexa walked over to one of the walls and motioned for Clarke to follow. "There's writing on the wall." Lexa squinted at it, trying to read what it said. "M-Monty… and… I… I don't know what that says, it's too smudged."

Clarke shrugged and kept looking at the writing, "I don't know either. It looks like someone poured water over it and tried to rub it off."

Lexa nodded and stuck her hand in her pocket, pulling out a sharpie pen. She looked at Clarke and smiled, pressing the tip of the pen against the wall. "'Lexa and Clarke friends forever'." She said as she wrote out the words.

Clarke sighed and looked out the window as they drove down the highway. She looked at Lexa and took in a deep breath. "Lexa, can I ask you something?"

Lexa bit her bottom lip and slowly nodded, quickly glancing at Clarke, then back to the road.

"You've… known about us being friends, why didn't you ever tell me?" Clarke looked down. "I lied; I have two questions… well, two more; is that why you seem to have mood swings, sometimes anyway? And do any of my friends know?" She looked up at Lexa.

"I didn't tell you because I thought you'd have at least some memory of us, or I figured your mother would have told you about me, but I guess I was wrong," Lexa shrugged. "I was hoping the accident wasn't as bad as my own mother told me. Then again, I expected you to call if you ever remembered me. After all, I did give your mother our new number when we moved." Lexa slowly nodded. "I let my guard down around you. I'm not really used to doing it, I'm normally a very guarded person and it's hard to break my walls, but with you… I let them down a lot." She sighed. "I'm not sure if they know. I do remember Octavia Blake and her brother, Bellamy Blake, from when we were younger. You and I never hung out with them when we were spending time together, though. You always liked giving me your full attention." Lexa smiled distantly. "Your mother always said you had a crush on me. You'd always talk about me around your house and to your other friends. But then the accident happened and I moved. I wanted to stay and visit you at the hospital to see if you'd remember me or if you'd get the memories back, but we couldn't." Lexa shook her head and focused on the road in front of her. "Then I never got the phone calls, I figured you didn't remember or didn't care enough. I'm sorry, Clarke."

"You should have told me," Clarke mumbled. She looked away from Lexa, turning towards her window. "You should have told me."

"Tell you what, Clarke? Tell you that I've known you my entire life and lost contact from you for almost thirteen years? Tell you that I wore this stupid shirt to, hopefully, trigger something in your brain and help you remember? Clarke, I looked everywhere for this shirt to fit my size. Clarke, I'm sorry, but I didn't know how to tell you."

"At my job, you could have told me. You had plenty of opportunities, but you didn't take them." Clarke raised her voice, turning to face Lexa. "Why? Why didn't you?"

Lexa clenched her jaw and tightened her grip on the steering wheel, "And tell you what? Go, 'Oh, I knew you when we were kids, but we kind of lost contact because I had to move, and you got in a really bad accident and part of your brain got damaged, so you lost a lot of your memory from the age of seven and younger, so you probably don't remember me, but hi I'm Lexa.' You're telling me you wouldn't run away from that? Freak out? Tell me to leave? Clarke, think logically. You and I both know you'd yell at me, call me crazy… do something other than accept it."

Clarke's vision started to blur, tears welling up in her eyes, "I wouldn't have done that."

"Don't lie to me, Clarke!" Lexa brought a hand up, wiping her eyes. "You're only saying that now because of what you know. You'd freak out, anyone would."

"So you decide to stalk me?"

"I didn't stalk you! You came to me for an interview, remember?"

"What about coming to Starbucks? Finding me there and talking to me?"

"I was at your school for business. I didn't have coffee yet, my head was killing me. I went there, not intending to find you, but you just happen to work there. I went with it, acted casual." Lexa sniffled and shook her head. "You're the one who told your friends about me."

Clarke sank back into her chair. Her eyes were wide and she was looking at Lexa. "You… you came to my job. I-I was… I thought…"

"Clarke, if I knew you worked there, I wouldn't have gone. I never expected any of this to happen. I was just happy I got to talk to you after thirteen years. You don't know how happy I was, knowing you were doing well. That you had a life, possibly a boyfriend or girlfriend." Lexa let out a long breath and stopped talking. She focused on the road, driving them back.

Clarke looked at Lexa's shirt, keeping her eyes focused on it.

Both girls had been quiet for some time now, neither planning on breaking the silence. Lexa gulped audibly and spoke up first, "Clarke?" Lexa's voice was small.

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you look at the third picture?"

"I was scared, I guess," Clarke shrugged and looked away from Lexa's body, turning to face the front. "I saw the first two and I couldn't think. I was hoping it was a dream." She wrapped her arms around herself. "I didn't want to."

"Oh," Lexa kept her focus on the road. "I thought you should know, the third one, the one you didn't see, it's my favorite of us when we were younger."

"What did it look like?"

"It was just us, at the beach. You were buried under sand." Lexa smiled and let out a small laugh. "I had one of your toy buckets; I think it was the light green one, if you remember it. Your face was so red from the sun." Her smile widened. "You had this huge smile on your face, even though you couldn't move or do anything. I was just pouring more sand around you to keep you secure, or something." She let out another small laugh. "It was probably one of the best days of my childhood. I just… wish you could remember it."

Clarke nodded, not bothering to speak the rest of the way home.

"It's just one picture."

"But mom, it's dirty! You said I couldn't get it dirty." Clarke looked down at her shirt, seeing the giant mud stain on the front. She was on the verge of tears as she tried to wipe it away.

"Oh, honey, it's okay," her mother came up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Clarke, you can change when we get home, okay?" She smiled at Lexa. "Want to take a picture?"

Lexa nodded and walked over to Clarke, smiling at the girl. She felt the blonde grip onto her sleeve. "Clarke, it's just mud. Your mom said you can change when you get home. Don't worry, okay?"

Clarke nodded but kept looking down.

Lexa looked up, smiling widely into the camera.

"Say cheese!" Clarke's mom said, pushing a strand of light brown hair out of her eyes as she took the picture of the two girls. She looked up and smiled at the two girls. "Alright, Clarke, say bye to Lexa."

Clarke smiled at the brunette and let go of her shirt, waving, "Bye, Lexa. Can we play again tomorrow?"

Lexa nodded and waved back, "Yeah, we can play every day, if you want."

Clarke nodded and walked over to her mother. She grabbed her hand and waved one last time at Lexa before heading back home for the night.

Lexa's smile faltered as she turned towards her own house. She tensed up and clenched her hands into fists before slowly heading towards her own house.

Lexa pulled into the parking lot of Clarke's apartment complex.

"I'm really sorry, Clarke," Lexa started. "And I'll understand if you don't want to speak to me or hear from me or even acknowledge my existence."

"Lexa, just give me some time, okay?" Clarke unbuckled and got out of Lexa's car. She gave Lexa a soft smile before heading into the building.

AN: Hey guys, sorry for no update last week. I got kind of distracted by things and didn't really have time to write. Also, my semester is starting up today, so I'm not going to have much time to write, so my update schedule will probably be every two weeks instead of every week. If I do try to update once a week, it'll have no real day I'd be updating, it'll just be random. Sorry, again for no update last week.