CHAPTER 6

Lexa watches as Clarke marvels her apartment. She admits that there isn't anything interesting, especially when she hasn't gotten the motivation to clean half of the place. Yet in the blonde's eyes, the place is pretty tidy. Not to mention the various famous art paintings decorating the walls. In Clarke's eyes, the living room probably cost more than what she'd be able to earn in a year, or even more. Come to think of it, her paintings haven't made that much money at all. She really does need a job to pass the time, but when you're the daughter of a billionaire, it's not require of you to. Then again, the said billionaire is gone, and you're the only that can take up the company since Abigail Griffin can't juggle with being a doctor and a CEO and a mother at the same time. The position is there for Clarke to take, but she needs time to think it through. Besides, working as a bartender at a nightclub sounds just as grand; nothing to worry about is what she's aiming for.

"This place is...wow." Clarke quietly exclaims, eyes still shining over the paintings hanging on the wall.

"It's decent." Lexa shrugs, moving over to the couch and sits herself down. "If it would keep you busy, why don't I give you a tour? Then you'd know where I'd be sleeping. And maybe if you're bold enough, you'd find yourself here one day to drag me out of my bed."

It's supposed to be a joke, considering that Lexa rarely jokes. To Clarke, however, it sounds like an invitation to stay the night, and many other night. Not to say that it sounds like Lexa wouldn't have minded if she turned up unexpected. That thought brings a smile to her face as she turns, blue eyes seem to be shining to the point that Lexa internal gulp. Clearly, her joke has backfired on her.

"Really? That's great! See? You can be a friend."

Lexa throws her head back, a groan emitting from her lips before she hears the sound of laughter coming from Clarke. She also hears footsteps approaching, and before she could lift her head from its position; slightly flushed against the couch head, Clarke's face looms over hers.

"So..." The blonde begins, eyes locking down on Lexa's as her bottom lip is tucked behind white teeth.

Lexa stares at the blonde above her. Her eyes shift over to the bitten lip before they quickly revert to the blue oceans. "Yes?" It isn't the answer that shocks her; no. It's the sound that does; low and weak, as if she wasn't sure what the blonde would do next. Clarke is pretty damn unpredictable.

Clarke releases her bottom lip, a small smile appearing on her face. "Can I stay over tonight?"

The question catches her off guard. Maybe she could say yes, but she can't find a reason to. "Why?" And right after the question left her lips, she inwardly chastises herself when she sees the blonde's face drops.

"Octavia might be staying over at Lincoln's tonight and I don't want to be alone." Clarke then takes a deep breath before continuing. "There's also this guy I want to avoid as best as I can."

"Guy?" Lexa inquires, brow raising in curiosity. "Is he a stalker? I can take him out if you want." A pause. "I mean like...punch him."

Clarke chuckles before she goes and flops down next to Lexa. "He's my ex. Bad history with him."

"Seems like we both have bad history with our exes." Lexa sighs.

"He cheated on his girlfriend, ex now, with me and I didn't know until both of us happened to meet one day. Now she's a good friend of mine. What happened to yours?" Clarke asks, curiosity lacing her voice as she turns half of her body to face Lexa, legs tucking beneath her.

"Money seems to be more important to her than a relationship." Lexa flinches at the words, especially when what she wants to say is 'me' not relationship.

"You mean, more important than you?" And then Clarke goes and corrects her.

"I'm not sure if I'm that important." Lexa frowns before turning to face Clarke. The attention that she's receiving somehow makes her feel a bit exposed, and somehow it excites her at the same time. She's scared to step out of her shell, yet she's excited to want to explore this new unknown territory with another person other than her cousins. "Do you think I'm important?"

At the question, Clarke averts her eyes before mumbling -no, stutter out an answer. "N-No."

An amused smirk spreads across the brunette's lips. "You're lying."

At that, Clarke's eyes whip back to soft, green ones. And in that moment, she melts at the soft yet playful expression Lexa is giving her. Yes, very rare indeed. "I'm not!" She retorts with a light huff. Lexa chuckles, prompting the blonde to purse her lips in a pout. "It's not funny! You ARE important."

"Only when they claim that they need me." Lexa replies, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Anyway," she slowly raises, eyes gazing down at the blonde. "Let me show you your bed. Or in this case, mine."

Clarke's eyes widen. "I think I'll take the couch. I can't take your bed and make you sleep on the couch."

Lexa chuckles. "It wouldn't be a problem. You're the honorable guest."

The blonde rolls her eyes before standing up. "I'll take a tour, not your bed."

Lexa nods before leading the blonde towards the bedroom. Upon opening the door, she watches as Clarke lets out a dramatic gasp. The brunette may have a Queen size bed, enough for three people to fit in. Not to mention, enough for Clarke to be drowning herself in the blanket and the many pillows Lexa has taken the time to arrange. It seems like out of all the places she could arrange, she takes more time making her bed looks more relaxing and inviting than anywhere else.

"You know," Clarke breaks the silent as she moves forward, letting her hand trails along the cover. "This is big enough for two." And she turns, smiling timidly. "You don't have to sleep on the couch."

"You want me in the same bed?" Lexa asks, head cocking to the side. "Not afraid that I might strangle you in your sleep?"

Clarke huffs. "Can you be serious for a little bit?"

"Last time I was, you got me to loosen up." Lexa retorts, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"Yea, well, you being a clown right now is not really the right time."

"So," Lexa chuckles. "When are you going to stop lecturing me?"

That's when Clarke throws her hands up before letting her back fall on the soft mattress, a quiet groan accompanying her fall. "You're really are impossible sometimes."

The chuckle from Lexa continues, though only for a few seconds before it ceases. "Fine. I'll get you something to wear so you can be comfortable."

"Or I can be naked." Clarke replies, eyes lock on the ceiling above her. She can feel the little heat gathering at her cheeks. She also refuses to turn her head to look at Lexa's reaction. After all, she's joking and quite clearly, the other girl seems to have stopped whatever it is that she's about to do upon the playful suggestion.

"...would you?"

At that, Clarke bolts upright and whips her head to Lexa, only to find the brunette biting down on her bottom lip to contain her laughter. The blonde quickly grabs the nearest pillow and throws the soft object the other, hoping that it'd hurt the brunette some even if Lexa had effortlessly caught it. That's when Lexa let loose the laughter that she has been failing to contain. Clarke marvels at the sound for a second before joining in. At the back of her mind, she makes a goal that she'd get the brunette to laugh more often. The sound is like a sweet symphony in her ears, and it's obvious that she isn't about lose that.