Clarke opened her eyes from a sleepless night. She had gone to bed early, without being tired. Lexa and Lincoln had left her house the day before, leaving her drowning. She hadn't been able to think about what had happened. She remembered not being able to breathe. Lexa's soft lips had touched hers, and she had stopped breathing. She had frozen. She remembered feeling like she was drowning, going deeper and deeper, at each move from those tender lips. Lexa had moved away and talked, she knew that, but she had gone deft, blind, her mind had gone blank, making it harder for her to talk. The moment the door closed, Clarke exhaled air she hadn't even been aware she was holding in. Tears were downing her face, tears she didn't want to let out. She had got up and gone to bed, but sleep never came. Her dad, after coming home, had opened her bedroom's door, checking up on her, and she had just pretended to be sleeping. She had spent the entire night staring at the fake stars on the ceiling of her bedroom, her mind still blank, not being able to properly breathe, always feeling a lump in her throat, not letting the air go in or out completely. Lexa had kissed her. And the worst was, she had incited it. She had wanted. I wanted Lexa to kiss me? Why? This doesn't make any sense! She could feel her pillow still humid from all the shed tears during the night. Although she had no idea why they fell, she had no control over their fall. The sun was peeking through the blinds that she had forgot to close, before falling in her bed the day before, like she used to do. She was still with the same feeling of being under water, not being able to breath fully. She had felt a few urges to call her best friend, to talk about how she was feeling, but she would remember that, Lexa was her best friend, and the reason she was feeling the way she was. She needed someone to talk to, someone that wasn't Lexa. Her dad had crossed her mind, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to share with him, all her sexuality doubts. Her mother didn't even cross her mind. She was left without anyone to talk to. She didn't have close friends, besides Lexa. She had no one she could talk to about what she was going through. She wasn't even sure about what that was, yet. Still laying in her bed, facing the ceiling, Clarke felt sick in her stomach. What have I done?! Why did I act like that?! What's wrong with me?! I like her. She's my best friend. She must be feeling awful. I could've just said no, or move away. Why didn't I? I should've, I could've… So why didn't I do it? And why did she kiss me? Does she like me? Clarke was revolving in her bed, trying to find a position where she wouldn't feel sick. After a few seconds she decided to get up, the bed was no longer comfortable. It was the worst decision ever. The sickness in her stomach just grew bigger the moment she got up, making her run to the bathroom. Without having any control over it, she was with her head on the toilet, throwing up the entire content from the afternoon she had spent drinking. Is this a hangover? Because if it is, I'm never drinking again… From the moment she had got up from her bed, her head had started spinning and pouncing. Her stomach was still revolting, even though she had no longer anything to throw out, she still felt like doing it. She decided to take a shower, wash away all the sorrow and sickness, wash her mind, maybe that would help her think properly. It took her a few minutes to get up from the floor, where she was, next to the toilet, still afraid of throwing up again. She got rid of her clothes. While taking her tank top off, she could still smell Lexa's perfume on it. It made new tears run down her face once again. She threw the tank top away and got inside the shower. With tears still going down her face, she opened the tap, letting the hot water wash everything away. She had no idea why she was crying, which just made her feel more frustrated, making her cry even more. She had been stuck in that cycle for the entire night. She stood with the hot water running down her face and body for an eternity, her skin was numb from all the heat. The steam was starting to make it impossible for her to breath, but she didn't want to move. She was so submerged in her own blank mind, that she didn't even hear her dad knocking at the bathroom door, calling for her. Clarke had been in the shower for more than 30 minutes, so her dad decided to go check on her. When Jake got inside, the steam made it almost impossible for him to see anything. Clarke was sitting in the bathtub, under the hot water, her head on her knees, eyes closed. It was like she was trying to occupy the least space possible, trying to be as smaller as she could.

-Clarke! – Jake turned off the water and took Clarke out of the shower, wrapping her up in a towel, taking her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, a place where there was breathable air. – Clarke, honey?! What were you doing in there? Are you ok? – Clarke didn't open her eyes, she just hugged her father, putting her arms around his neck, so she could cry and let go, in his arms. Jake didn't say anything, just holding her, calming her down. He knew that his daughter would talk, once she calmed down.

Clarke let all the tears out, she let go of everything. Her father stayed holding her, for the entire time, rubbing small circles on her back, calming her down, humming their song in her ear, something he used to do, to help her calm down when she was a child. Clarke could start to feel her heartbeat slowing down and her breathing returning to normal. She found herself humming the song with her dad, once she had completely calmed down. Her father noticed that too, finally moving away a little, just enough to kiss Clarke's head and look her in the eyes.

-Hi. – Jake smiled, taking a blonde lock of hair away from Clarke's face, so he could see his daughter's face clearly. Clarke gave him a small smile. – I'm glad to see that beautiful smile.

-I'm so-

-Don't apologize. It was not your fault. I'm here for you Clarke. You know that, right? And I'll always love you no matter what. – Jake gave another kiss to his daughter's head, hugging her once more.

-Thanks dad. Mother is not home, right?

-No, she left early, to go to the hospital, they had some kind of an emergency. Did you want to talk to her?

-No! I was just asking. I wanted to talk to you… - Once she remembered again, she felt the lump in her throat starting to form again, and her heart was starting to beat faster.

-It's ok Clarke, you can talk to me whenever you feel ready. I'll be here. – Jake had noticed Clarke's body stiffening again.

-I know, but I really need to tell you this, or I will go crazy again.

-Ok then. Let me just leave, so you can dress something, and then we'll talk. Is that ok? – Clarke nodded, letting her dad move away and get up. – Call me if you need anything. I'm going downstairs, to make some tea. – When the door closed behind Jake, Clarke dried herself and put on some large, old, white shirt and some shorts. She tied her hair up in a messy bun, and went downstairs. She walked into the kitchen and found her dad sitting at the table, sipping on his tea.

-Hi… - Clarke was now coming to terms with the fact that, she was actually talking with her dad about everything.

-I made some tea for you too. – She sat down, taking her own tea and sipping on it, avoiding her dad's eyes, that were looking right through her. – So… What did you want to talk to me about? What happened? Because, there has been a long time since I found you like that. I thought you were doing better.

-I am. This was just a separated event. I just… there's this thing… that happened. I just don't know what to do, or what to think. I don't even know what to feel anymore. And I don't even have my best friend to talk to, because she is kind of the reason I'm like this…

-Lexa? – Jake had a shocked look on his face, masked with worry. – I thought you two were ok. Did she do something to you?

-What?! No! She did nothing wrong. I don't think so… I think it was my fault… And I just don't know how to deal with what I did. I don't know why I did it… - Jake was just confused, trying to follow Clarke's ramble.

-So what did you do? – Here it is. The question that I don't know how to answer…

-I… We… I mean, she… Well you know…

-Clarke, honey, breathe. It's ok. You don't have to tell me. – Clarke loved her dad so much. He was the most understandable person she knew. Lexa is just like him in this aspect…

-But I want to. – I think so… - So… you see… Last afternoon… We… Well she did, but I kind of incited her to do it, so it was the both of us. We kissed… - Clarke said the last word so low, that her dad would've only been able to hear it, if he was right next to her.

-You what? I didn't quite get the last word, honey.

-We kissed…

There was a moment of silence, where Jake just stared at Clarke, not knowing what to say or how to react. Clarke felt her heartbeat speed up. Jake opened his mouth a few times, without making any sound. It was like he had gone mute.

-Dad?...

-So… You kissed?

-Well, actually, she kissed me and I just froze.

-You froze?

-Yeah…

-Because you didn't want her to kiss you?

-Well, no. I mean yes. No. I don't know anymore… She's my best friend! We're not supposed to kiss, right?

-It depends, honey… Your mother is my best friend. She was my best friend before she was my girlfriend.

-But that's different becau-

-Because I'm a men and she's a woman?

-No! Yes. Maybe… I'm not gay… I think so…

-Clarke, you're still young. You're just, now, starting to find yourself. It's perfectly normal to question that. You should never freak out, or go crazy, because you feel like kissing your best friend. It doesn't matter if it's a girl or a boy. I'll love you no matter what. – Clarke had new tears downing her face, but this time it was happy tears. – Hey. There's no need to cry. Everything will be fine. – Jake had stood up, coming closer to Clarke, so she could throw her arms around his waist, burying her face on his chest.

-Thank you dad. I love you.

-I love you too, Clarke. – Jake kissed the top of Clarke's head. – So this, was what was driving you crazy? What happened after the kiss?

-I froze. I just told you.

-Yes, I know, but what happened to Lexa? – Clarke had no idea what had happened to her friend.

-I don't know… I told her to leave. I just… I'm not ready to talk with her.

-It's ok. Just know that she must be feeling as bad as you were. She's a great kid, she would never hurt you on purpose. When you feel ready, you two should talk, for real.

-I know dad… I just need to think. About this, about me, about what I feel.

-I know, I know. And please Clarke, don't do that again. You got me worried sick. I've told you to come talk to me. I hate seeing you like that.

-I'm sorry…

-I don't want you to apologize. Just promise me, you'll come to me the next time.

-I'll try to… I just… I was scared of how you would react.

-Clarke, honey, I'm not your mother. – Jake smiled, ruffling Clarke's hair. – Although I love her, your mother is slightly close minded when it comes to certain aspects. She'll accept it in the future, eventually.

-Dad! I don't even know yet! Don't tell her anything!

-Ok, ok. Don't worry. I won't tell her a thing.

-Thanks dad, again, for everything.

-Always.

They drank the rest of the tea in silence, just appreciating each other's company. Clarke's mind had gained colors again, and she was thinking properly, but still, her thoughts were a big mess. It would take her time to clean all that mess, but she would get there eventually. She loved Lexa, she would not be able to stay too long without talking to her, or without seeing her.

Jake decided that, since it was Saturday and he was not needed at work, being the boss had its privileges, they should go for a little trip. Clarke's family would sometimes take the weekend off and go "travel", that is, pretend that they were tourists in their own town. That little tradition, soon became something more for Clarke and Jake, because Abby rarely could go with them for the entire weekend.

-I'll let you choose the hotel. I think that we are really in need of one little get away. So, what do you think? Do you want to be a tourist with me, in this small town of ours? – Clarke was actually thrilled for this escape. It would be perfect to just get away from everything.

-Sounds perfect to me. Should we call mother and let her know? – She knew her mother would probably not be able to go, at least not for the entire weekend, she was still at the hospital, but still, she wanted the three of them to be together.

-I'll text her, to let her know. You go pack your things. – Clarke had already a place in mind. It was this cottage on the mountains. They had been there before, once or twice. It was this isolated place in the woods, with no connection with the outside world. People would usually go there to get away from all the pollution from the city. It would be perfect to clear her thoughts, to calm herself, to put everything into perspective.

Clarke went back into her bedroom and packed a small bag, just with the basics. She heard her dad coming up the stairs.

-So, have you thought of a place? – Jake passed through Clarke's room and went into his, to pack.

-Yes. I chose the cottage on the mountains. Do you remember? That one really isolated and close to that lake?

-Great choice, honey! It sounds perfect. We could go hiking and swimming. – Clarke went into her bathroom, to go get her stuff to pack. She went in and out, as fast as she could. The place was still steamy, and Clarke couldn't yet stay in for too long, still not being able to breathe properly inside. – I texted your mother. She said she's going to try and meet us there tomorrow, but she didn't promise anything. – Clarke was already expecting that answer from her mother.

-It's ok… We'll tell her everything, once we comeback. – Although Abby was really rigid with Clarke, she loved her mother and missed spending quality time with her.

Clarke closed her bag pack and went downstairs, followed by Jake, who was ready to leave as well. It was still 10:30 am. They would reach the cottage before sundown, if they were to leave now, which was great, because they could still go for a swim when they got there. Jake would call to book the place, during the trip there. It wasn't a well-known place so, in that time of the year, it would be empty for sure, summer vacations for the working class hadn't yet begin.

-We'll pass through a supermarket and get food for the weekend. Ready? – Jake looked at Clarke, eyes shining with the emotion and happiness of going on their little trip.

-Ready. – Jake opened the door, letting Clarke go out first and closing the door behind him. They went in the car, turning on the music. They had a playlist for their trips, and Clarke was already looking for it on the glove compartment.

"The Griffin's Playlist for the Best Car Trips" started playing and Clarke put all her worries behind her. Seeing her building disappear on the rearview mirror, she decided to let her thoughts with it. The smallest her building was getting, the smallest her worries were getting as well. Until there was no building, and there were no problems.

Lexa felt the tears going down her face. She couldn't quite remember the last time she had felt that. They went back to the school, where Lincoln had left his car, so he could drive her home. They went in silence the entire time. Lexa thanked Lincoln for that, mentally. She would've not been able to say a word. He parked in front of her house and let her out.

-See you later Lex. I'm here, if you need me. – Lexa looked at him, no expression in her face, but her eyes spoke for her. – Everything will be fine… She'll be fine… You'll see.

Lexa went inside. Even her dog could sense she was not ok, opting for not jumping around her, instead just licking her fingers, trying to make her look at him, trying to cheer her up. The moment she opened the door, she could hear Anya and Aden in the living room, playing Mario Kart. Anya was going on about Aden being a cheater. She decided to go upstairs, not looking up. She locked her bedroom's door, not wanting her sister to walk in, like she used to do. She dropped herself on the bed, letting her body sink and her emotions take control, not having strength enough to counteract it. She felt numb. What have I done?! I've ruined it… I'll never see her again… those eyes… her voice… What have I done?! Lexa could still feel the alcohol running in her veins. Fuck alcohol! I'll never drink again! This would've never happened if I was sober… I just wish she would listen to me. I could explain. I just want to be friends. I don't want to lose her. Lexa stayed lying on her bed, just sinking, until her mother called.

-Dinner is ready! Alexandria! I want you downstairs! – Lexa wasn't hungry, and she was definitely not in the mood to have meaningless conversation with her family.

-I'm not hungry mom! – It took all of herself to make her voice sound steady.

-Are you sure? You know there's no food after dinner.

-I'm sure mom! – Her mother went back in the kitchen, joining her brother and sister. Her father was still at work, another thing Lexa thanked God for. Lexa went back to let herself vegetate on her bed. The alcohol was making her feel numb so, sleep came easily, but the night was everything except for calm. Lexa woke up startled a few times during the night. The dream was always pretty much the same. She would find herself staring into Clarke's eyes. The blue would soon invade her and she would find herself in the sky. And what would start as a good feeling, Lexa would easily remember that she couldn't fly. The magical blue, that usually would make her feel radiant, would became darker and scarier, she would start falling into the infinite of that blue, seeing her favorite and clear blue get unreachable by every second she spent falling. She would always wake up with the feeling of being about to hit the ground. By the third time she had the same dream, she decided to get up. She was all sweaty and her mouth was completely dry. She decided to go take a shower, wash the alcohol away.

After getting out of the shower and putting on some clothes, Lexa went downstairs. It was still early and everyone was sleeping. The sun hadn't rise yet, but the sky was no longer dark.

Her family had a tree house in the back yard. The three Woods, being big lovers of climbing trees, had decided to build a house on one. It had become their hiding place. Only the kru was allowed to get inside, that was Lexa, Anya, Aden and Lincoln. She decided it would be the perfect place to go. She climbed the old tree. The house was equipped with all kind of duvets and blankets, because the house had only a roof in half of it, making the other half, the perfect spot to watch the stars, the sunsets and the sunrises. She laid down on one of the blankets, and stayed staring at the sky, watching the dark blue become clearer by every minute, becoming more and more like her favorite shade of blue, the one from Clarke's eyes. It comforted her seeing that blue again. I have to do something. I have to show her… I can't just stay here in silence. She had sent two messages already. Clarke didn't answer. Lexa knew her friend was known for not being attached to her phone, she could go days without even noticing her phone was off. The sun was starting to peek. She could start to hear noise, back at the house. Lexa could hear Anya screaming at Aden, for him to get out of her room. Aden would usually wake up earlier than everyone in the house, and he would then enjoy waking up the rest of the family. Anya hated that. Lexa didn't mind being woken up by her brother, he was the sweetest. She tried to move her body, but it didn't move, still too heavy for her sleepy mind. Aden ran the downstairs, trying to escape the rage from an Anya that had just woke up, it was the worst kind of Anya's. Lexa looked down from the tree house, Aden had just reached the base of the tree. Anya hadn't bothered chasing him that far, deciding to stay in her bedroom. Aden was trying to catch his breath, he hadn't noticed Lexa was in the tree house, looking down at him.

-Hi early riser.

-What? – Aden was looking around, trying to find out where the voice had come.

-Up here, strikbro.

-Lexa? What are you doing up there? – Aden was already climbing the tree.

-Just watching the sunrise, I guess…

Aden looked at his sister laying on the blanket. His face went straight to concern.

-Lexa? What's wrong? What happened to you? Did you sleep at all? – Lexa hadn't looked in the mirror yet, it seemed that she must've looked terrible. – Have you been cry-

-No. I'm fine. – Lexa stood up, sitting down. The movement was too big and made too fast, Lexa felt like the world was spinning. Aden noticed that, coming to hold her.

-You're not ok. Lexie, what's wrong? You look sick…

-I'm not. I just didn't sleep very well. That's all. I'll be ok, after a good night of sleep.

-Are you sure? I know you think I'm a little kid, but I can help… You can talk to me… - Lexa stared at her little brother. Her heart filled with love. She felt tears coming back to her eyes, so she hugged her brother closer, resting her head on his shoulder.

-Thanks, strikbro. – She took a deep breath and ruffled Aden's hair, kissing his forehead and moving away. – Should we go have breakfast? – Lexa drew a little smile, trying to look ok. Aden stared a little longer at his big sister, trying to see through her mask, but not being successful.

-Yes, let's go eat something, I'm starving. – Aden helped Lexa getting up. They climbed down the tree, going inside, finding Becca going in the kitchen.

-Good morning Alexandria. You must be hungry. – Her mother hadn't yet looked at her face.

-Yes, slightly hungry.

-You mus- - Becca had just now looked at Lexa's face, reacting the exact same way as Aden. – Lexa, sweetie, what happened? Are you ok? Did you sleep at all? – Mrs. Woods was inspecting Lexa, even putting the back of her right hand on Lexa's forehead, trying to check if she had the fever.

-I'm fine mom. I just had a bad night, that's all. I couldn't sleep, so I'm tired. I'm not sick.

-Are you sure you're just tired. Sweetie, you look sick.

-That's what I told her mom, but she said she was fine. – Aden was stirring the dough for the famous "Aden's Chocolate Chip Pancakes", the tradition for the weekends' breakfast.

-I want you in bed early tonight, do you hear me? – Not like that is going to change a thing…

-Yes, mom. – Lexa's mom was satisfied with her answer, starting to set the table, and going to help Aden. Lexa decided to go wash her face, and see why everyone thought she was sick. The moment she saw herself in the mirror, she understood. I look terrible! It almost looks like I got punched! She washed her face and splattered a little bit on her neck, trying to freshen up. She decided to tie her hair up, maybe she would go for a little run after breakfast, if it's not too hot… She heard Anya reach the kitchen. I could be on the other corner of the world, and still hear her. She really likes being the center of attention… Her father was coming down too, Lexa could hear his footsteps down the stairs. She decided to join her family.

The kitchen table was filled with food, it seemed like her mother was trying to feed a family of ten and not five. There was everything, for all the tastes.

-I was thinking that today we could go in one of our traditional Woods' Hikes. – Titus was, as usual, sitting at the head of the table, backs straight, always with his superior look. The entire family looked at him when he talked.

-Maybe Lexa shouldn't come. Have you look at your daughter's face? She looks exhausted. She should stay at home and rest. – Titus looked Lexa in the eyes, his expression never changing. Lexa was too tired to pretend she was ok, she just looked down, braking the eye contact.

-She can stay, but the rest of us should go. We're all needing this. It's settled. – Anya did not look happy at all with her father's decision, but she knew better than to contradict Titus Woods. Aden seemed excited, he loved the hikes.

-It seems like a great idea. I need to get out of the house. – Becca also loved the hikes. Aden was a lot like their mother.

As normal, the meal went by in silence, Titus had the rule of no conversation while eating, something they would do, every time he was not home. After eating and cleaning the kitchen, Lexa's family went on, getting ready for the hike. Lexa was starting to feel slightly better, she wouldn't mind going on the hike too, but at the same time all her limbs were still heavier than usual, and she could feel her reflexes slower too. She felt like she was in a state of constant somnolence.

-See you later, sweetie. – Becca kissed Lexa's nose and went out, she was always the last one leaving the house. Lexa saw them packing sandwiches, so she knew they would comeback at sundown. She was going to be home alone the entire Saturday. She decided to send a new message to Clarke.

Lexa, The Commander:

I'm sorry, Clarke… I really am. I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't mean to kiss you. I just… Please let me talk to you. I can explain… I promise I will never do that again. I just want my best friend back.

It took Lexa a lot of time to write the message, because she would start and then erase. She did that about ten times, before setting for that one. Even after pressing send, she wasn't sure about it.

Emotions had really drained her out, she felt exhausted. She decided she should rest. After half an hour, she found out that sleeping was not an option. Lexa decided to go lay down on the sofa, and watch some movie. Maybe that would take her mind out of all the stuff. It didn't, not really, but it helped a little. She stayed on the sofa the entire day, she didn't even get up to have lunch, not feeling like it. She saw three movies, and she didn't remember what any of them was about. Around 6pm she got up and made some tea. After drinking it, she just gave up. She went into her bedroom and fell on her bed, her eyes closing instantly, falling in a deep sleep, a sleep without dreams. When the rest of the family finally got home, Lexa didn't even notice her mother coming to check up on her.

A week had passed, and things were calming down. Clarke hadn't yet talked with Lexa. She hadn't even turn on her phone, knowing that once she did it, she wouldn't be able to ignore the messages. The weekend on the cottage had been great. She spent the days on the lake or hiking with her father. During the night they would sit on the chaise loungers outside, and her father would show her all the constellations. It was a relaxing weekend and she was able to put things into perspective. I love Lexa, just not like that… I just have to tell her that. It seemed easy, but Clarke was still having trouble finding the right words to say it to her friend. She didn't want to hurt Lexa. I just wish things could go back to normal. That we could go back before we kissed, and not kiss. Clarke was in her living room, sitting in the middle of the sofa, her dad on her right and her mother on her left. They had had dinner already, and had decided to watch a movie, something that they hadn't do for a long time, at least not three together. Abby had the weekend off, something she hadn't had for 2 months straight.

-Clarke, when are your applications happening?

-In two weeks.

-And you have everything ready for it? – Sometimes she can really be a pain in the ass. They were watching a movie, she was finally in vacation, with no worries, and her mother had to bring all that back. She wanted to relax for a little. In two weeks she would go back to worry with her future, but for now she just wanted to enjoy the movie.

-Abby, honey, let's watch the movie. Clarke is a responsible kid. She has everything under control. If she needs our help, she'll ask for it. – Jake had seen Clarke's face when his wife started making questions, so he came in her rescue.

They went back to watching the movie, and Clarke thanked her dad for it, resting her head on his shoulder. The happy ending came, and with it the time to go to bed. Clarke got into her room. The first thing her eyes caught was her phone on her desk, it almost looked like it was shining, screaming for her attention. In a second, Clarke was turning it on. The lock screen came to life, and after it was on, her phone started vibrating. She stared down at it, seeing 3 messages from Lexa and 5 calls, 2 from Lexa and 3 from Lincoln. Lincoln? Why did he call me? How does he even have my number? And just like she feared, the moment she saw that she had messages from Lexa, she had to read them.

Lexa, The Commander:

I'm sorry Clarke. Please don't shut me off.

Lexa, The Commander:

Clarke, please call me. Or at least answer my calls. I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. You're my best friend, please don't ignore me. I can help you…

Lexa, The Commander:

I'm sorry, Clarke… I really am. I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't mean to kiss you. I just… Please let me talk to you. I can explain… I promise I will never do that again. I just want my best friend back.

The messages had all one week. Lexa had probably decided to give her space. Always thinking on her friends first… The calls were also from the last weekend, except for the ones from Lincoln, those were from the day before. Why did he call me yesterday? Is Lexa ok? He would only call for her. Clarke decided to let her best friend know she was ok, they had both suffered enough.

Clarke:

Hi… Please don't say you're sorry again. It was not your fault. I wanted to kiss you too. I'm sorry for the way I reacted. I just had to think things through. I just hope you can forgive me, for keeping you out for so long. You're my best friend and I shouldn't treat you like this. I'm better now, if you want to talk now, I can do it. Sorry…

Clarke sent the message, and decided to call Lincoln.

-Hey. – Lincoln's voice was dark, not welcoming at all, like it used to be.

-Hi. You called me yesterday. My phone was off the entire week, I just turned it back on.

-Really? That's your excuse? Your phone was off? Wow… I actually thought better of you. – Lincoln sounded threatening. – Do you have any idea how she is? You can't do this to her. – Lexa? What does he mean with that?

-I just sent her a message. I'm sorry, ok… It wasn't exactly easy for me either. And this is between me and Lexa. How do you even have my number?

-Everything that affects Lexa, has to do with me too. I just don't know how Anya, hasn't said something to you yet. Lexa must've stopped her somehow. – Anya? Lexa's sister? What was going on? – You could've just sent her a message, saying that you needed space, that would've been enough. But you said nothing. She had no idea if you were even ok. She cares about you. A lot.

-I know! Don't you think that I know that? I care about her too! Is she ok? – Clarke felt guilty asking that question. She had been worried about her friend, but she had no idea Lexa would take it so hard. She just knew, she had to take care of herself first.

-She's fine, now… Not thanks to you. But don't worry, she's going to forgive you, for sure. She lo- … You know what, never mind. Just don't hurt her like this again. – Lincoln's voice had lost the scary tone at his last sentence.

-I won't. I had no idea, you know? I'll talk to her. I'm sorry…

-Bye Clarke. See you next week. – Lincoln hang out. Next week? Oh my God! Next week! It's Lexa's birthday! She had forgot. She hadn't finish the present. Clarke had started working on Lexa's present when they were still having classes. It was almost finished, but she still had a few things to take care. Clarke knew Lexa was a Harry Potter fan, a really big one, so she had decided to give her friend the experience of receiving her Hogwarts' letter, just the way Harry had received it. She had already a plastic bag with 200 letters in it. She had thought about spreading the letters all over her house. She even had talked with her little brother, Aden, to help her out. She had to put her plan back into motion. Although she wasn't sure if Lexa still wanted her in the party, she was still giving her the present. She had a week to finish everything. The cloak from Ravenclaw was already wrapped, that was the real gift. Clarke had ordered it online. It was the perfect gift. Clarke was all into finishing Lexa's birthday present, when her phone buzzed.

Lexa, The Commander:

Of course I forgive you… It was nobody's fault. We were just drunk. It didn't mean anything. I just heard that Lincoln called you, I'm sorry for that. He's just protective over me. I'm fine. I hope you're too. I missed my best friend… Hope you can come to my party, even after all this mess. Maybe there we can talk this through.

Clarke:

I missed you too… I´ll be there, for sure. And we should definitely talk this through. See you :*

Lexa didn't say anything back, after Clarke's message. She could feel that things were tense, and she totally understood. She was going to make things right. I can't lose her. Not now. I don't think I could live without my best friend anymore. She set her mind to that goal. She would finish the birthday present, and she would explain everything to Lexa. She deserved the truth. The entire truth.