Clarke lay in her bed that Sunday, refusing to get up. She was still recuperating from the party Friday night. She had ended up getting very drunk, especially after her dance with Lexa. It felt better than it should have, than she expected it to and she couldn't deal with it.
The next morning had been even worse. She woke up in one of the spare bedrooms with her head on Lexa's shoulder and arms around her waist. And if that wasn't bad enough…then it hit. First the head pound, then "Oh, God." Her hand went over her mouth and rushed to the adjoining bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before spewing the contents of her stomach out. Not even a minute later she heard the water running then her hair being pulling back and a wet wash cloth placed on the back of her neck.
"You okay?" Lexa asked softly as she rubbed soothing circles on her back. "Sorry, stupid question." She couldn't see the brunette shaking her head at herself. Clarke hurled again and again all the while Lexa was there supporting her, telling her that it was ok. After several minutes and after Clarke was sure she had emptied the contents of her stomach, she sat back on the floor using the rag Lexa gave her to wipe her face.
"I'm sorry you have to see me like this."
"Don't be." The brunette answered and tucked a piece of hair behind Clarke's ear. "You're still beautiful, Princess." She smiled then reached for the glass of water and aspirin. Clarke half scoffed, half giggled, her heart betraying her as it skipped a beat.
"I'm sure I look the farthest thing from either beautiful or a princess right now." Then took the aspirin and a huge gulp of water. "That takes so good, thank you." Lexa stood and held out her hand for Clarke to take.
"Come on, I'll make you some hangover breakfast."
She replayed the events once again when her phone beeped. *Come over to my house.* She smiled and rolled her eyes at the demand.
*Why would I want to do that?*
*I'm having a celebration.*
*What kind of celebration? Cause I don't think my stomach can handle any more celebrations this weekend.*
*I promise there will be no booze involved. I've fulfilled my duties.*
*What?* Okay now Clarke was beyond confused, "I've fulfilled my duties? What the hell does that mean?"
*Just come over.*
*What's with your cryptic messages?*
*Lexa?*
*LEXA!* "Ugh, she so irritating." The blonde said but threw the covers off regardless.
Clarke walked up to the house with Octavia, Raven had sent a text to pick her up so she could see her girlfriend. She had also received a text telling them to come around to the back yard. They turned the corner and saw the sisters sitting in lawn chairs around the fire pit. "Okay, we're here. What are we celebrating?" Clarke asked and Lexa stood with a big grin on her face. "Why are you smiling like that?" She asked suspiciously.
"I'm done." Was all that Lexa said, causing Clarke to roll her eyes, she was going to regret this.
"Done with what?"
That smile again. "I've fulfilled our very first bet." She answered and waited to see if Clarke caught on. She looked over to Raven and O with a confused look, but they just shrugged. Then it hit her.
"My shirt!?" Lexa's smile widened. The blonde looked over to the fire pit and saw a yellow shirt neatly folded on top, doused in what Clarke only guess was some kind of accelerant. "Lexa! You could have given that back to me, you know." She pouted.
"And you try to get me to wear it again? I don't think so." She answered. "And to be fair, I told you I was gonna burn it…several times in fact." Every time they would bet Clarke would use the shirt as the stakes and Lexa wasn't taking the chance of having her use it again.
Clarke looked at her defiantly. "I'll just get you another, more embarrassing one." She threatened.
"It can't get more embarrassing than yellow and bright pink." Which was the color of the lettering.
"We'll see about that." The blonde said ominously. Lexa inwardly gulped, slightly wondering if this was a bad idea. Hoping that this was just an idle threat (and also tired of wearing pink and yellow) she decided to take the chance.
"Well, seeing how it's doused in gasoline, it's kinda too late now." Clarke's eyes widened.
"Are you crazy!?" She subconsciously took a few steps back, making Lexa laugh.
"It's just a little bit of lighter fluid." Raven eased her mind…somewhat. Lexa brought out the box of matches she had and they all moved towards the pit. Although Clarke was a bit sad, a part of her now wanted to find something more hideous than the shirt in front of her.
Lexa pulled a match out of the box and Octavia spoke up. "Should we say something? This shirt was kind of instrumental in your friendship. I feel that we're burning part of that." She teased.
"I will." Raven said. "Dear Ugly Yellow Shirt-"
"Hey!" Clarke interrupted but Raven continued.
"Thank you for putting my sister through hell and giving me pleasure." She then received an elbow to the side from said sister and laughter from the other two. She looked around to the other three. "Okay, who's next?"
"I guess I'll go." Octavia said.
"I really didn't know you well, but you were there from the beginning of Raven and I and it will be sad to see you go. Clarke, your turn."
The blonde sniffed and pretended to wipe a tear while Lexa rolled her eyes at the whole ordeal. "You'll always hold a special place in my heart, you yellow shirt you. But you're time has come to cross over to the other side, I want to thank you for all the joy you gave me." She finished, feigning a sob. "I can't-Lexa you go."
"Seriously? She asked dryly, both as the blonde and saying goodbye to the shirt.
"We all went." Raven pointed out and the three looked at her until she relented.
"Fine." She sighed. "You were ugly and I hated losing a bet even more than usual because it usually meant that I had to wear you. I hate you. Goodbye." She lit a match as she finished and threw it on to the shirt. It burst into flames before anyone else could speak.
Later that night Raven walked into Lexa's room, she couldn't find her favorite night shirt. An old ratty grey Georgia Bulldog t-shirt back from when their dad played baseball at the University. They constantly fought over it and usually would try to beat each other by digging out of the laundry. She opened one drawer, digging through but unable to find it. She searched a few more drawers before finding something much more interesting than the ratty shirt. She smirked and held up the-
"What are you doing?" Lexa asked as she walked in her room, her hair still wet from her shower.
Raven grinned at her mischievously. "Well well well, what do we have here?" Holding up the unmistakable shirt.
"Put that back!" Lexa walked closer, ripping the shirt from her hands.
"If this is in here, then what did we burn this afternoon?" Raven asked as Lexa neatly folded the infamous 'Clarke is awesome!' t-shirt. Lexa didn't answer but she knew Raven wouldn't give up. "Why did you have the whole thing today if you wanted to keep the shirt?" Lexa shrugged feeling slightly vulnerable, she sat on her bed, holding the shirt in her hands.
"I was going to burn it, but when I got ready to throw it into the fire pit," she shrugged again, "I couldn't do it." She admitted softly.
Raven sat down on the bed beside her sister. "And why do you think that is?" She asked, of course she knew the answer but she wanted to hear Lexa say it.
"Octavia was right, this shirt had been there since the beginning of me and Clarke's friendship. I felt like if I threw it away, I was throwing part of that away. She's become like my best friend in just a short amount of time." Lexa rolled her eyes at herself. "Don't tell her I said that."
Raven chuckled. "You two have a weird relationship." And Lexa laughed too.
"Yeah." She sighed, remembering the dance from the other night, and how she felt. "Yeah."
"You like her…don't you?" Raven questioned softly, like speaking any louder would scare Lexa away from the conversation.
Lexa groaned and flopped back on her bed. "I may have a tiny crush."She admitted. "But it doesn't matter. She's straight."
"Yeah, as a spaghetti noodle." Raven mumbled and received an eyebrow raise in return. "You guys dancing at the party was anything but innocent."
"She was drinking, a lot of straight girls dance with their friends."
"But I'm not sure they grind like you two were."
"Raye, it was just a dance. It didn't mean anything to her." Lexa said with finality. "I'm tired." She rolled over on her side.
"Goodnight Lex." Raven knew she wasn't going to get anymore from her sister. She got up to leave but stopped just short of the door. "Have a little hope, sis."
"Night, Raye." Lexa returned, she didn't have it in her to have hope. Clarke said she was straight and Lexa had no choice but to believe her. "Way to go and fall for a straight girl Lexa."
A/N: So we have at least one of them admitting their feelings somewhat. What do you think of this chapter? Thanks for reading and reviewing! Hope everyone has a good week. And if I haven't mentioned it before I suck at proof reading and editing so all mistakes are mine. Please review and let me know what you think.
