A/N: It's here! The final chapter! IT DIDN'T TAKE ME FOREVER EITHER. I've never updated anything as fast as this , so, this fic might've lacked planning, or a good story or whatever, but it was fun to write so whatever. I know this chapter is incredibly short, but honestly, i don't care because i'm really proud of this chapter. They're might me numerous typos, but just ignore those. I'll be back with more, probably clexa, maybe some bechloe, we'll see. I hope you like it (i love reviews) and see you later!
Clarke had tried to talk to Lexa after, she really had. But Lexa had walked away, not listening to Clarke telling her to wait. Clarke isn't the kind of person to run after people when they clearly don't want to talk. So she didn't.
Instead, having no other option, Clarke goes home. She considers texting or calling Lexa for a while, but then decides against it. Since Lexa doesn't really text her back when she's feeling great either, so she definitely wouldn't text back now.
Clarke doesn't even know if Lexa's going to come over. She said she would, but that was before. But at 7, the doorbell rings, and Clarke almost trips running to the door.
"Hey," Lexa says quietly, offering a shy smile. Clarke smiles in response and lets Lexa in.
Clarke guides Lexa over to the couch and they sit down, not saying anything.
"Where's your mother?" Lexa asks, looking around as if expecting to see Abby walk into the livingroom any minute.
"The hospital," Clarke responds, not in the mood for small talk.
"Where did you go after school? Did you go home?" Clarke asks, unsure if she should even talk about this.
"God no. I went over to Anya's."
"Anya?"
"She's basically my sister. We had the same babysitter, but she's always taken care of me, especially because she's a few years older."
Clarke nods in response, not knowing what to say next.
"That's usually where I go to sleep too, my father barely notices most of the time." Lexa says, fidgeting with her hands. "But Anya has to work during the day, so then I would go to my mother. I can't anymore."
Clarke doesn't know how to comfort Lexa, she keeps staring at the floor, but when she finally looks up, Clarke smiles at her.
"Do you want to watch a movie?"
Lexa nods, and so Clarke puts on one of the many disney movies they own.
Halfway through the movie, Lexa stops watching the movie and starts watching Clarke instead. So Clarke faces Lexa, like they've done before, Clarke on one side of the couch, Lexa on the other, legs intertwined.
"My father, he's busy a lot. Always has been. And I guess he and my mom always had different views on how to raise me. My mom was more liberal I guess. And so, when my mom's drinking problem got worse, he put her in a home. To protect me, he said." Clarke's surprised by Lexa's sudden explanation, but she doesn't interject. Because she knows Lexa doesn't open up easily. She figures the best thing she can do is listen.
"But my mom never put me in danger, she would drink outside of the house, and leave me with the babysitter. It got worse when I was 15, and that's when my father put her in the home. That's also when I stopped coming home after school as much. He doesn't like me hanging out with Anya as much either."
"But that's fine, because he stopped trying to get me to do things a long time ago. It's not like he's home to notice me not being home."
"What about when my mom dropped you off at your house?" Clarke asks.
"I did go home those nights, if your mom hadn't taken me home, I would've gone to Anya's house." Lexa answers, and Clarke just nods. Lexa turns her attention back to the tv, signalling she doesn't have anything to say anymore.
Clarke starts tapping her foot against Lexa's, trying to get her attention. Lexa looks at Clarke, trying to look annoyed, but Clarke can see the hint of a smile.
"Oh," Lexa says suddenly, "And he hates my nosering."
"No way," Clarke replies, crawling over to the other side of the couch, so she can sit inbetween Lexa's legs, facing her.
"I think your nosering is cute," She says, grinning at Lexa's mock offended expression.
"I was not going for 'cute'." Lexa says, frowning. Clarke laughs and kisses Lexa on her nose. Lexa scrunches her nose, which only makes her look even more adorable, so Clarke kisses her on her lips. And again. And again.
Until Lexa pokes her in her side. "Stop being a tease, Clarke Griffin." So Clarke cradles Lexa face in her hands, smiling as she feels Lexa's hands land on her hips. Clarke leans forward slowly, and brushes her lips against Lexa's. Then she pulls away, trying to hide her shiteating grin. Lexa groans, eyes still closed.
"I swear to god, Clarke -" Lexa's cut off by lips meeting her own, and Clarke feels Lexa smile into the kiss.
About a week later, all of them are gathered in Clarke's livingroom. Her mom had a business trip, and somehow thought it wouldn't be a problem if Clarke invited her friends over for a sleepover. And it feels so strangely reminiscent to a few months ago, before Clarke really met Lexa.
Jasper, Monty and Wick are sitting in the corner, playing on their nintendo's. While Octavia and Lincoln are reading some kind of band magazine, Octavia gesturing at pictures and Lincoln excitedly going off on rambles. Raven and Bellamy engaged in a heavy mario kart war, interrupted by Lexa turning off the tv.
"What the hell Lexa!" Raven exclaims, almost throwing the controller across the room, only being stopped by Clarke's warning glare.
"You guys are going to let me play, or this tv is never going on ever again." Lexa says, crossing her arms in front of her.
"It's not even your tv, it's Clarke's." Bellamy says, looking at Clarke pleadingly.
"Don't look at me like that Bell, I'm with Lexa on this one."
"Of course she is," Raven hisses under her breath. "Fucking gross, smooching little-" She's cut off by a pillow hitting her in the face.
Bellamy helplessly looks around the room for support, before shrugging. "Fine, she can play."
Five minutes later, Raven's screaming at Lexa, to "stop fucking slamming me off the road."
"You wanted to play rainbow road, not me." Lexa grins, hitting Bellamy's cart off the road just before passing the finish line. She sticks her tongue out at Bellamy and Raven. "I quit, it's no fun playing with you amateurs." She declares, before she gets up and sits down next to Clarke, resting her head on Clarke's shoulder.
Clarke wraps her arm around Lexa's shoulders. "Ugh, gross, get a room." Raven says, grinning.
Months later, it's time to graduate. They're all going in different directions, but they're going to be close to each other. Clarke hates having to split up the group, but she's excited to start a new chapter, as her mom keeps calling it.
She's going to med school, she's wanted to since she was five years old. She remembers. But lately, art has been taking up more and more of her time. So she somewhat regrets her choice of study, but she decided to not let it ruin it for her. She'd be an awesome doctor.
They're all going to the same university though, so Clarke can't complain. They might be at slightly different campuses or colleges, but never too far away from each other.
Well, all of them... All except Lexa. Lexa decided to go to New York. Clarke knows it's what's best for her. Lexa needs space between herself and her father. She also knows that the scolarship Lexa got in New York, is one of the best in the country, and she knows it would be foolish to let that slip for a high school girlfriend.
They've talked about it. They have. Lexa told her about getting the scolarship, and Clarke was happy for her, until Lexa mentioned where it was, and some of Clarke's excitement faded. Lexa had promised that they'd still see each other, New York and D.C weren't that far apart anyway. They could do it.
Over the last months, they'd spent increasingly more time together. Clarke knew she could be alone, but she didn't want to. Not that she'd told Lexa this. They haven't even said 'i love you'.
Clarke knows Lexa loves her though. She sees it in the way Lexa's eyes light up when she walks into the room. The fact that Lexa always meets her eyes as soon as she walks in to the room should be enough of an indication, honestly. She hears it in the playlists Lexa makes for her. She hears it in the way Lexa whispers her name late at night when they should be asleep. She feels it in Lexa's hugs. She feels it in her kisses, the way her lips ghost over hers before she deepens a kiss.
And Clarke knows she loves Lexa. She sees it in her drawings, how drawing Lexa is always harder, and never seems to come out as good as the other ones. Because Lexa always looks better to her in real life. She hears it in the way she talks about Lexa to her mom. She feels it when she feels safer when Lexa's touching her in some way. Even if it's just their thighs pressed together when sitting next to each other.
She keeps telling herself she'll tell Lexa this.
She keeps telling herself this.
But then they're in the airport. And it's time for Lexa to leave.
They had talked. But not about how they feel. They'd talked about how they'd probably wouldn't be able to keep their relationship going. Even though they both wanted it so badly. It had been a mutual decision. They'd keep in touch, but they wouldn't be dating anymore.
Despite this, Lexa's crying. Kissing Clarke as many times as she can. Clarke's holding it together, until the time comes to say goodbye. The boarding call for Lexa's flight sounds over the speakers, and Clarke wishes it would wait. She wishes Lexa didn't have to go.
They hug, and Clarke feels Lexa's body shaking with every sob, she feels her own tears leaving stains on her face. She tastes the salt from Lexa's tears in their kiss.
Lexa's cradling her face, looking into her eyes like she's done so many times before.
"Don't look back, okay Lexa?" Clarke says, more for her own sake than anything. She knows that if Lexa looks back, it'll haunt Clarke in her dreams.
Lexa kisses Clarke one more time, before releasing her face. "I won't." She says, steeling her face, not trying to show emotions. But Clarke sees it, she sees it in the way Lexa looks at her.
"Goodbye, Clarke." Lexa says, and turns around. Through the gate.
"I love you," Clarke tries to scream, but it only comes out in a whisper, too quiet for Lexa to hear.
EPILOGUE
Clarke wakes up to noises in the house. She blindly feels around the sheets next to her, they're still warm, but there's nobody there. She gets up, grumbling. The noises, she suspects, are her friends talking in the livingroom. When she agreed to them sleeping over, she did not agree to this. Yes, she has a huge apartment in New York city, yes all of her friends wanted to go to NY comicon with her. But no, she did not want to wake up at- she checks her alarm clock- fucking 7 in the morning.
"I swear to fucking god," She groans, looking around the room for her clothes. Her clothes are discarded around the room, shirt by the door, pants by the bed. She just doesn't know where her bra is. "Where the f-"
"Your bra's under the bed," She hears as the bathroom door opens. "Don't ask me how it got there,"
"Yeah, you definitely didn't have anything to do with that," Clarke grins, before turning around to face Lexa.
Lexa has her hair wrapped in a towel, she's wearing her "look i'm the business owner now" clothes, as Clarke calls them. Clarke doesn't care, they make her look even hotter. She watches as Lexa grins back at her, and rolls up her sleeves.
"Are you sure?" Clarke asks, gesturing at Lexa's arm, now completely covered in tattoos. "I'm the boss now, Clarke. Nobody's going to fire me for having tattoos."
Clarke walks over to Lexa and presses a kiss to her lips. "Ooh, does that mean you're going to start wearing your nosering again?"
"I don't think so babe," Lexa responds, kissing Clarke's nose. "Hurry up, they're waiting for you." Lexa says as she leaves the room to join their friends in the livingroom.
After Lexa'd left for New York, Clarke had lasted about three months away from her. So Clarke had requested to be moved to the partner university in New York, and she had run into Lexa. Okay, so she had stalked her and sneaked up on her in a coffeeshop. Now, six years later, Lexa had graduated, gotten a job, and had become the boss of the company she'd worked at for two years. She was incredibly good at her job.
Clarke had dropped med school, she was an independant artist now, with connections in the comic book world.
She quickly throws on the clothes she'd worn the day before, and makes her way into the livingroom. Immediately, she's met with Raven and Octavia fighting over who gets to have the last waffle. Jasper and Monty dressed up as comic book characters and Wick scrutinizing their costumes. Murphy, Bellamy and Lincoln making breakfast together, while Lexa's sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper in the midst of the chaos.
Clarke takes her seat across from Lexa, and meets her eyes from over Lexa's newspaper. Lexa grins as she puts her newspaper down. "I have to get going," She says as she gets up from the table.
Clarke gets up from the table too, and moves towards Lexa. "Wouldn't want to be late on your first day as the boss." She smiles, as Lexa leans down to kiss her.
"You guys have fun today." Lexa says as she grabs her coat, she gets a 'yeah you too' a 'don't fire anybody' and a 'kick their asses' in response and pulls the door shut behind her.
"You're so married," Raven tells Clarke as Clarke sits back down at the table.
Octavia nods excitedly, "Have you heard the story about how Clarke designed the rest of Lexa's sleeve? It's gross."
"You two are gross," Clarke gestures at the two of them. During freshman year of college, Octavia and Lincoln had broken up, and stayed good friends. Raven and Octavia however, weren't just friends anymore.
"You're one to talk," Lincoln interjects, handing Clarke a plate with pancakes. Clarke mouths a grateful thank you to Lincoln. She's so hungry.
"Atleast we don't act like a married couple." Raven retorts. Clarke grins in response. She swallows a huge bite of pancake, before replying. "We won't be acting for long."
She quickly stuffs more pancake into her mouth to keep herself from smiling too big. Raven and Octavia both narrow their eyes at her. Bellamy turns around to face Clarke. Even Jasper and Monty quit their bickering.
"What's that supposed to mean, Griffin?" Raven asks.
Clarke beams as she holds her right hand up for them all to see. "We're getting married."