A/N Sorry for such a short chapter! I am kinda stuck on what to do next so I've been just doing little chapters (sorry if it seems to have no plotline :/ ) But I don't want to go on writer's block break and leave you all without an update for months, so I figure getting little chapter updates would make you happier than no update at all. I'm hoping I'll get a spark of inspiration sooner rather than later. I'm more of a darker writer-all my stuff is usually about terrible things like murder and so on-so this is a struggle for me, so please just be patient (which I know you are since you waited for a Clexa reunion for 20 chapters!)
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Chapter 25: Adorable
"This is great, Anya," I said with a smile to the woman. Turns out, she's one hell of a cook. And the shepherd's pie she made for Clarke and I was extremely delicious.
"It really is," Clarke agreed.
She smiled warmly. "Thanks, guys."
She ruffled my curls as she walked by, causing me to scowl and Clarke to giggle.
"You're so-"
"Clarke, don't you dare!"
"-adorable!"
Anya laughed loudly, leaning onto the counter. "Dammit, Clarke!"
Clarke giggled, not ashamed at all. "C'mon, Heda, let the girl mess with you! It's so amusing to see you so adorable!"
I growled. "I hate you both right now." I stormed off into Anya's spare room.
….
"Lexa, come on!"
I heard the doorknob rattle as Anya tried to come in. I wasn't angry-I wasn't so much to begin with-but I wanted to show how much I hated being called adorable. So I just smirked at the ceiling.
"Lexa, please!" This time it was Clarke's voice. And no matter how much her calling me adorable bugged me, I couldn't stand the thought of her being upset.
My phone buzzed.
Clarke: I'm sorry. You can choose the movie.
Lexa: And ice cream?
Clarke: With whipped cream and lots of sprinkles. The rainbow ones.
Lexa: Deal.
I opened the door, stepping out. From the unhappy look on Anya's face I assumed she read mine and Clarke's small conversation. And she was set in picking the movie apparently.
…
Twenty minutes later, the three of us were sprawled out on Anya's massive couch. I had chosen the very popular Hunger Games movie. Not that I was into it. I only chose it because I knew how much Anya disliked it. After spending my childhood training and my teenage years being a commander for all my people, it actually felt good to sit back and do things like putting on a movie that infuriated my former mentor.
My phone vibrated yet again and I couldn't help but grin. Especially since Clarke was staring at me, phone in hand.
Clarke: you don't seem into the movie
Lexa: I'm not. Only chose it cause Anya hates it
Clarke: OMG you're horrible! She was trying her best not to laugh.
Clarke: at least you liked your ice cream
Lexa: of course! You made it for me-as a bribe-ai hodnes
Clarke: I had to bribe you
Lexa: I know J
Clarke: …why the smiley face, Lex?
Lexa: I wasn't even that mad. I just threw a fit for Anya.
Clarke: you're terrible!
Lexa: I know. Shut up and come share my ice cream.
She moved over and we very much enjoyed sharing the icy dessert and cuddling. But we liked the cuddling much, much more.
This was the best damn movie night I've ever had. And I didn't even watch the movie.