It was Friday afternoon, and the girls were in Clarke's room, getting ready to head to the football game. Well, Clarke and Raven were ready, but Octavia was still in search of the perfect outfit. The singular outfit that would catch the attention of Polis High's Center, Lincoln Porter. An outfit distracting enough that Lincoln wouldn't notice the stuttering mess the fierce brunette became when she was around him.

Octavia had already disregarded every single piece of clothing in her own closet. Now, she was going back and forth between Raven's and Clarke's. Raven and Clarke were perched on Clarke's queen-sized bed with a bowl of popcorn as they watched Octavia mutter incoherently with something shiny in one hand as she headed across the hall to Raven's room.

Clarke was scrolling through social media, attempting to see if Lexa would be attending tonight's game. There was a loud groan of frustration from Raven's room, which made both girls chuckle and roll their eyes before Octavia was storming back into Clarke's room.

"Will you just pick something already, O," Raven loudly whined. "You've been at this for thirty minutes already. Any longer and we'll miss the game, and you'll miss seeing your dream boy bending over and snapping that ball. You'll miss seeing your favorite ass bent over in tight white spandex."

Octavia paused in her search, and her face took over a dreamy look as her mind pictured Lincoln. And then it turned to disgust as Raven continued her description.

"You'll miss Lincoln bent over as your brother reaches beneath your boy's legs for the snap-," Raven continued with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

Clarke blanched, "Ew, no one here wants to think of Bellamy like that."

"Oh come on, Clarkey," Raven chuckled. "You used to have a crush on Bellboy. You know you gave it some thought."

"I did not," Clarke retorted and smacked Raven with a pillow. "And that was back in fourth grade. Bellamy's officially taken brother status, and those thoughts are just gross."

Octavia shuddered and shook her head to clear the image, "Stop putting these thoughts in my head, Rae. I'm gonna need to scrub my brain now. I just, I gotta get this outfit perfect. The big Halloween party is coming up, and I want him on my arm."

Clarke pouted, "I thought the three of us decided on a group costume?"

Octavia quickly strode over to Clarke and kneeled in front of her, "Yeah, of course, Clarke. The three of us are doing a group costume. We'll be the three sexiest bitches at the party."

"Now, you're just saying that to make me feel better," Clarke admonished the petite brunette.

"I'm not," Octavia was quick to reassure her blonde bestie. "I just had Lincoln on the brain, and you know how I get."

"Yeah, you know how she gets, C," Raven echoed, pulling Clarke into a sideways hug. "We're gonna be everyone's wet dream at the party as the sexiest trio ever. And get our crushes to forget whatever hang-ups they have and beg to be on our arms. And in our beds. And call us God."

Octavia burst out laughing at the serious look on Raven's face, and after a moment, Clarke joined in.

"What?! I'm serious," Raven cried though she was smiling. "We're gonna have the kiddies panting after us like dogs when they see our costumes. But that's still a couple of weeks away. Tonight's the football game, and we're still hanging out in Clarke's room. Octavia, find something so that we can go."

Octavia settled and sighed, "Alright. Alright. I think I have it anyway. Give me like five minutes."

"Finally," Raven moaned and flopped back on the bed.

Clarke giggled and shook her head at her best friends. They were the kind that could accidentally bring her down but raise her up just as quickly. They knew Clarke was still sensitive about going to parties. Especially since at one such party was where Clarke caught Finn in bed with some random freshman. Clarke had avoided them since then. This was to be her comeback party. A reminder that Clarke Griffin could be fun and have fun without Finn Collins.

Five minutes later, Octavia was ready. Dressed in a deep purple, long sleeve crop top, tight black leather pants, and black calf-length boots, Octavia throws her black leather jacket on and sweeps her long dark locks out of the coat. Her make-up is natural except for smokey eyeshadow. Octavia looks hot and stands confident in her outfit. Clarke and Raven whistle appreciatively, and Octavia blushes.

"Alright, bitches," Octavia exclaims, clapping her hands to rally the girls. "We got a game to get to, so let's get to it."

The girls clamber off the bed, grab their jackets, and head out of the bedroom. Piling into Clarke's moss green 2018 Volkswagen Tiguan SE, the girls turn up the radio and head to the stadium. There's already a crowd, and the parking lot is nearly full, but Clarke finds an open spot near the entrance to the stadium.

"And my superpowers strike again," Raven smugly said as they pulled into the spot. "Damn, I think I might need to put a price tag on this power. Come Christmas shopping I'm going to be in high demand."

"Or it could just be a coincidence that it was someone dropping off their kid," Clarke replied, rolling her eyes.

Raven tsked, "Did you forget our trip to Kings Dominion this past summer or Virginia Beach? Primo parking spots both times."

"She does have a point," Octavia quipped as they got out of the car. "Remember last Thanksgiving and the pie fiasco. You and Bell both tried to get a spot at the grocery store and not a damn open spot anywhere. Then Raven joins and, BAM, instant spot right next to the handicap parking."

"Yea, okay, I see your point," Clarke conceded as they walked up to the gate. "Raven may very well be our lucky parking spot talisman. Do you remember which one of us lucks out on the free food?"

Raven and Octavia exchanged thoughtful looks and then replied in unison, "Monty!"

"Right, right, right," she replied with a grin. "Our favorite cinnamon roll can get us anything."

"As long as Jasper's not with him," Octavia pointed out as they came up to the ticket counter.

"Double if he's with Harper," Raven said as she handed over their tickets.

The girls continue to chatter as they make their way into the stadium. The crowd is thick and full of contagious energy. Polis High is having a hell of a season with only losing two games so far, making it their most successful season in over a decade. The girls push their way through and start scanning the stands for the rest of their group, but it's proving impossible. So, Clarke texts the group chat as they wait at the bottom. A horn plays a familiar tune, and Clarke looks up to see Jasper dancing with a stadium horn (vuvuzela) pressed to his lips. Grabbing Raven and Octavia's attention, they make their way up and over.

"Bout time you guys made it," Jasper said as the girls joined them. "Thought for sure we'd have to send live updates."

Clarke rolled her eyes, "We would have been here sooner, but someone had a fashion emergency."

"Fuck off, Griff," Octavia playfully shoves the blonde. "I bet tomorrow; it'll be your turn trying to find the perfect outfit."

"I beg your pardon," Clarke huffed in mock offense. "Like I ever dress up for one of your soccer games."

"Uh-huh," Raven drawled as she snagged one of the hot dogs Monty had on a tray. "That's why you got up an hour early last Saturday and spent the entire time in your closet looking for that sweater."

"Which sweater was that," Harper asked.

"You know the royal blue cashmere that makes Griff's boobs look fucking fantastic, and her blue eyes pop," Raven supplied.

Harper knowingly nodded with a teasing smile, "Right. That is a great sweater. So, you're saying Clarke wore it last Saturday?"

Raven looked at Clarke, who was slowly becoming the school's shade of red and smiled mischievously as she continued to tease her foster sister, "Oh, yes, indeed she did. And I must say, I do believe it did what God intended. The Commander and half of Octavia's team couldn't take their eyes off."

"There was only like three besides the Commander," Octavia interjected. "But I'd say a quarter of the opposing team did have their eyes glued on our Princess. We scored twice on them when Clarkey needed to stretch."

"Guys," Clarke whined before burying her head in her hands, and the group laughed.

Monty took pity on the blonde and wrapped a comforting arm around her, "It's alright, Clarke. We can't all be blessed by the gods, but damn girl, when you got it, flaunt it."

Clarke chuckled and laid her head on his shoulder, "Thanks, Monty. You always know what to say."

"Of course, Princess," he replied, squeezing her shoulder and then letting her go. "Hot dog?"

"Oh, hell yeah," Clarke replied, grabbing one before Raven ate them all. "God, I love stadium dogs. I don't know why, but fuck, they're delicious."

The group agreed with her assessment, and they got down to enjoying each other's company as the game got underway.

The first quarter was nearly over when Clarke felt her phone vibrate. She checked the screen and saw that Lexa had posted something on her Twitter. Tapping on the notification, it showed a photo of Lexa, Anya, Gaia, and Lincoln in his football uniform. They were standing outside the stadium. There was a caption underneath that read: Family Support. It made Clarke smile, and she immediately liked it. The moment she did, a comment caught her attention. It was from someone with the username Feineksus (Phoenexus/Max). They posted a picture of a beautiful brunette woman in a Polis High sweatshirt, a young woman with a half-mask in Polis High colors, and a little girl with Lincoln's number painted on her face sitting on a couch. The caption read: Cheering Linc from TX. 1 more week!

This seemed to spark a conversation between Lexa, BbyPortrDJ (Gaia), and Feineksus. Clarke couldn't understand most of it except for the occasional English word. She thought it most likely to be Lexa's native language. There was even a rare comment from Anya, which were mostly eyerolls. Then came a pic of the Incredibles with the heads of Lexa, Anya, Lincoln, Gaia, and another girl photoshopped on with a caption that read: Cousins Unite! That seemed to send Anya on a rant, and Feineksus sent memes after memes.

Clarke laughed loudly after a hilarious meme, and it caught Raven's attention.

"What're you laughing at, Princess," Raven asked, peering over her shoulder at Clarke's phone.

Clarke tilted her phone so that Raven could see for herself, "Lexa posted a pic of her, Anya, Lincoln, and his sister, Gaia. Then this girl posted a pic in her comment, which started a whole conversation in some other language."

Clarke scrolled up so that Raven could see the photos and then scrolled to the superhero pic, "Then she posted this pic. Makes me think this is Lexa's cousin, Max. Anyway, Anya started ranting about it, and she just keeps posting meme after meme."

Raven reached over and kept scrolling, chuckling as she read, "Oh my god, I think I'm going to like this chick. She is going hard on Anya. Oh my, Lexa just facepalmed and said: This is why I don't tweet. Is it too late to stop the move? Oh, this is rich. Uh-oh…"

"What," Clarke looked at her phone. "Oh, shit. Is that Mrs. Woods?"

Raven nodded, "Yeah, shit just got real. Annnd…it's done. Mama Woods just put down the law."

Clarke looked at her phone one last time before looking at Raven, "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen Lexa's Twitter go off like that. Whoever her cousin is, I think things are gonna get interesting when she moves here."

"Well, it sure as hell ain't gonna be boring, that's for sure," Raven agreed. "Still wonder if she's gonna be hot like the rest of the Woods. I mean, did you see Mama Woods. She's hot, but it's like scary hot. I wonder if Mr. Woods is hot."

"What is with you and your obsession with how attractive the Woods are," Clarke asked, looking at her incredulously.

"Well," Raven defended herself. "I'm going to marry into the Woods, and it's all about aesthetics. I need to make sure our future family photos are on point."

"Oh, of course," Clarke sarcastically replied with a nod. "Family aesthetics are absolutely important. Not like getting along with your partner or anything like that."

"Well," Raven drew out. "There is one other aspect that's important…"

Clarke quickly shook her head, "No. No, we are not going there. This is already an unnecessary conversation."

"Oh, come on, Clarkey," she said with a chuckle

"Let's just go back to watching Octavia drool over Lincoln," Clarke declared.

"Fiiine," Raven pouted and looked over at Octavia. "Oh, Octavia."

"Oh, fuck," Octavia mumbled and glared at Clarke. "I hate you."

Clarke just smirked and went back to watching the game. Polis High was winning with only two minutes until half-time. It looked like it was going to be another win for Polis.