Monday couldn't come fast enough for Clarke. She had been in an incredibly good mood all Sunday after she and Lexa had exchanged some texts in the morning, and Clarke hadn't even minded doing her History homework, because that was the class she shared with Lexa, and it was on Monday, and that meant that Clarke would see Lexa on Monday and honestly, she couldn't wait.
When she entered the lecture hall, Lexa was already sitting in her usual spot and Clarke stopped walking for a moment to look at her. She looked tired, Clarke noticed, and thoughtful. Just before her staring could be considered creepy, she made her way to the brunette and cleared her throat.
Lexa looked up at her and her lips immediately curled up into a smile which quickly disappeared when she noticed that Clarke was holding something behind her back. The blonde smiled a little wider and revealed the flower she had hidden when she approached her. Lexa stared at the flower, then back at Clarke who encouragingly held the flower a bit closer to Lexa, patiently waiting for the girl to take it.
"For me?"
Clarke let out a small laugh. "Of course for you, silly."
Lexa looked as if no one had ever given her something nice before, especially not a flower, and although it was just a simple gesture, Lexa looked at it as if it was the most precious thing she had ever seen.
"That's a tulip." She finally stated.
"Yep." Clarke confirmed proudly. "Do you know what it means?"
Lexa, looking back at the yellow flower in her hand, bit her lip for a second and then practically beamed at Clarke while she nodded, before she shyly answered, "Sunshine in your smile."
"And that's what I think when I see your smile." Clarke admitted with a slight blush, but she didn't want to overwhelm the girl with her feelings, she just wanted to do something nice for Lexa because the girl deserved the world and Clarke was more than happy to deliver.
Before they could say anything else, Mr. Brown cleared his throat while putting on his glasses. Clarke rolled her eyes, definitely annoyed that their moment was over before it had started and Lexa chuckled at her, and in an instant, Clarke's world was okay again.
Twenty minutes into the lecture and Clarke was close to dozing off, so she began to sketch random patterns and landscapes and then bit the inside of her cheek to not let out a laughter when she realized that it was Lexa's pencil she was holding. The brunette next to her didn't seem to notice though, she was way too busy taking notes of whatever Mr. Brown was reading about, so Clarke went back to drawing.
She was barely able to stop herself from drawing Lexa's eyes. Sitting right next to the brunette wasn't the best place to get lost in daydreaming about the girl, and Clarke was conscious enough to understand that. Instead, she scribbled a note and slid it over to Lexa.
Hey sunshine :)
Would you have lunch with me today? x
Clarke looked at Lexa, anxiously waiting for the reply. Either, Lexa would blush and smile and agree, or she would frown and deny. Both was highly likely. But Lexa neither blushed nor smiled nor frowned. She just wrote a reply – Clarke was again stunned by her neat and tidy handwriting – and slid it back to the blonde.
What about your friends?
Clarke smirked and waved it off, but Lexa looked a bit confused, so Clarke quickly scribbled another note.
I see them everyday, they won't mind if I don't have lunch with them today :)
Lexa read it and bit her lower lip, honestly considering the offer. Finally, she smiled and nodded, but not without a tiny blush that Clarke found incredibly adorable. Earth to Clarke. It's just a blush! … an adorable Lexa blush. Damnit.
"So where do you usually eat lunch?" Clarke asked, finally getting out the question that had been bugging her for several weeks, while grabbing a coke. They were standing at the service counter with their meal trays, Clarke had her meal ready and was waiting for Lexa to mix her salad. Clarke noticed the tensing shoulders of the girl and shot her a warm smile when their eyes met.
"At the bleachers near the soccer field." The brunette answered and Clarke's stomach dropped at that. The bleachers were empty most of the time, except for actual matches. She felt the urge again to pull the girl into a hug and never let her go, willing to do everything and anything to protect her from the world that kept shutting her out.
"Okay," she said and encouragingly led the way when Lexa was ready.
"Clarke, you really don't have to keep me company. It's not really entertaining there and I know I don't talk much. You can go to your friends if you want." Lexa stated again but Clarke was already on her way and looked back and shook her head, reassuring Lexa it was okay and that this was what she wanted.
When they sat down, Clarke took a moment to look around. She had never really realized how beautiful it was there. The grass was the greenest green, and contrary to her memory, the bleachers were clean, not even an old cup or a donut wrap were anywhere to be seen.
"It's nice here."
Lexa looked up from her tray, a hint of disbelief crossing her eyes. "It's quiet and… lonely."
Clarke shrugged and smiled. "I don't mind."
They started eating and Clarke glanced at the girl next to her, amused at how Lexa ate the salad but shoved the tomatoes to the side.
"Don't like them?" She said, pointing at the red fruits.
Lexa blushed and shook her head. "No, I sort um… I guess I like them best so I save them."
Clarke nodded. Girl, you're killing me with your cuteness. Anyone else would have found Lexa's eating order odd but Clarke enjoyed it. Not that she would make fun of it, but she couldn't deny she found it amusing, in a good way. However, Lexa's previous slip hadn't gone unnoticed by her.
They fell silent again. After several moments, Lexa slowly stopped eating and Clarke raised her head to see what the girl was looking at that had her pause eating the tomatoes. And then, she noticed the butterflies in her stomach. Lexa was looking at her flower and was so captured that she had actually forgotten she was eating.
"It's so beautiful." Lexa almost whispered and before Clarke could stop herself, she blurted out a response.
"So are you."
Clarke would have expected everything. A blush, a lowered head, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, but Lexa did none of the above. She just turned to Clarke and smiled her beautiful wide smile. … Okay, maybe she was blushing hard and maybe she also lowered her head a bit. That movement made a lose strand of hair fall in her face and Clarke's fingers itched to tuck it back behind those cute tiny ears. Fuck it, she decided, and reached out. And as if the day hadn't held enough surprises for the blonde already, Lexa didn't back away. With a soft brush over the girl's ear, Clarke tucked the stray hair away and drew her hand back, shot another warm smile at Lexa and went back to eating.
Lexa however was stunned and kept looking at Clarke.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Clarke said after a moment, shooting out another burning question.
Lexa averted her gaze in record time and poked one of the tomato pieces, pausing to consider her words. "You're nice."
"You deserve it."
For the rest of the day, Clarke felt lighter than she ever had. She had given Lexa a flower, which she had loved. She had touched Lexa – her fingertips still tingled from the touch–, and it had been okay. Lexa had said she liked her. Well, kinda. And she hadn't seemed uncomfortable, at all. Today was a good day.
