A few hours had past; Clarke remained in her dad's office, like she did for most of the day since his funeral, but something had changed in the blonde. She brought her sketchpad into the room, a gift she got from her dad last year. Clarke usually liked designing her clothes in this book, but a new desire had ignited within her, when she saw Lexa's eyes up close.
The blonde was getting mildly frustrated at her drawing; the eyes in general have so much detail within them, but the brunette's green eyes harboured something more, something that was familiar to Clarke. The artist wanted to perfect this but needed to see the source again.
She threw her pencil on the sketchpad; covering her face with her hands briefly before pushing them up towards her hair and then back down again over her cheeks, releasing a huge sigh
Meanwhile Lexa was watching Grey's Anatomy downstairs, she realised that a few hours had gone by without hearing anything from the younger girl. Naturally she was concerned, but Abby's words replayed in her head; to not expect too much from Clarke.
The brunette couldn't ignore the urge to check on Clarke, but she felt like she needed an excuse to interrupt whatever the blonde was doing.
Lexa made her way up the stairs and stood on the landing not really knowing which room belong to the younger girl. Earlier she only showed her to the guest room, and left the brunette alone.
"Clarke?" She called out.
She heard a door handle being pulled down, so she turned down the right side of the corridor heading towards it; still seeing no sign of the teenager.
"Clarke?" she repeated.
The blonde only opened the door enough for herself to come out, she shut the door as soon as she stepped onto the hallway.
"Everything okay?" Clarke asked; a bit flustered
"Yeah, I'm ordering Pizza. Wanted to know if you want anything?" Lexa replied
Clarke didn't respond to the question, her mouth was slightly open as she took in the brunette's eyes for one second too long before she saw the older girl shift uncomfortable. She switched her glare back at her dad's office door, thinking about her drawing, the little errors she had made and that final detail she wanted to make perfect.
"It's 2 for 1 Tuesdays." Lexa smiled; trying to lighten the awkward atmosphere
Clarke huffed out a laugh, the noise sounded so foreign to her. She immediately stopped visibly shocked by it.
"I'm actually quite hungry." She replied softly.
"That's settled then. Why don't we watch a movie; we can make a night out of it." The brunette offered; trying to make an effort with the blue-eyed girl.
Clarke instinctively wanted to close herself off from the gesture, but she was surprised when her mouth agreed to it.
"Sure,um I've just got to finish something, I'll be about thirty minutes. Is that okay?" Clarke replied shyly
"Of course" Lexa smiled; she turned to head back towards the stairs, but realised she didn't ask Clarke an important question. "Oh, what pizza do you like?"
"Surprise me" Clarke shrugged. She always had the motto, pizza is pizza. Something she got from her dad. "But nothing with mushrooms" she later corrected.
"Agreed!" Lexa said through her small laughter. She hated mushrooms too.
Clarke grinned at this moment. Lexa really was the most beautiful girl in their school.
"Alright then. I'll go order this, get a selection of films and meet you downstairs in thirty minutes, deal?" Lexa raised her eyebrow in question.
"Deal!" Clarke nodded; she started to feel an unfamiliar feeling of her cheeks aching from smiling too much
"Good." Lexa simply retorted, before making her way downstairs.
Clarke didn't immediately go into her dad's office, she watched Lexa walk down the corridor before she was out of sight as she moved down the stairs.
There was something about the brunette; that look in her eyes that draws the blonde in. She feels the same comfort when her blue eyes meet green as she does when she sits in her dad's office, and she couldn't figure out why. A moment later Clarke mentally kicked herself, quickly making a note to stop staring, noticing how uncomfortable Lexa became when she stared for too long.
Clarke retreated back into her dad's office to correct her drawing of Lexa's eyes
The young girl started to make her way downstairs, finally finishing her drawing. It took a bit longer than expected
She soon found Lexa in the kitchen.
"Hey." The blonde said
"Hey stranger! I was wondering when you were going to come down, she looked at the clock in the kitchen." Lexa replied with a smirk as she saw the time.
"I know I'm sorry. I got a bit carried away, I didn't realise the time." Clarke smiled innocently.
"If you don't mind me asking, what were you doing that made you nearly 15 minutes late?" Lexa said in a non-serious voice.
The blonde froze; overwhelmed by the blushing that suddenly erupted on her face.
"Umm…" Clarke was frustrated with her inability to construct a simple sentence, just noise escaped her mouth.
"I didn't mean to pry. You don't have to tell me." Lexa quickly interrupted; not wanted to pressure the younger girl into answering.
Clarke smiled, seeing the concern on the brunette's face. It was cute. Those eyes; they harboured so much emotion in them.
"I was drawing." The blonde simply replied.
"You like to draw?" Lexa asked; her voice was calmer than before.
"I love it!" Clarke beamed; the green eyed beauty quickly noticed the passion that had ignited in the blonde's eyes.
"What do you like drawing?" Lexa replied; this is the most she seen the blonde engaged in something.
"Beautiful things." The younger girl croaked, before clearing her throat. "I mostly love designing clothes, that's what I want to do for a career choice.
Lexa opened a another random cupboard for the third time since being in the kitchen; lucky enough she found what she was looking for. She pulled out two plates.
"A fashion designer huh? You any good?" Lexa smiled; raising her eyebrows
Clarke laughed. "Let's just say Vera Wang ain't got anything on me."
"Fighters talk? That will come in handy when you're dealing with all those models." The brunette huffed out a laugh. She started to head towards the living room with the plates in hand.
"What do you want to be?" Clarke asked; being hot on Lexa's trail.
The green-eyed beauty placed the plates on the coffee table, before taking a seat on the sofa.
"I want be a doctor, a paediatrician to be exact." There was ambition in her voice, and Clarke didn't miss it.
"I see; no wonder why my mum likes you so much." The blonde smirked, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.
"Did she want you to become a doctor?" Lexa smiled.
"No, she's never put that on me, but I'm only fourteen years old so I guess there's time." Clarke joked
"Your mum seems pretty cool, so I doubt she'll do that." Lexa replied. She sat more comfortably in her seat. "She's is really helping me by giving me this job. She is paying generously."
"My mum had to work very hard to get where she is now. So I guess when she see's someone trying to do the same, she wants to help." Clarke said with sincerity.
"Thanks Clarke." The older girl said with sincerity
"For what?" The blonde asked; tilting her head slightly.
"For not being the spoilt rich girl, I thought you were going to be" Lexa laughed.
"Oh jeez, thanks." Clarke snapped sarcastically.
"What? I admitted I was wrong, and trust me I don't do that often." The brunette replied
"I don't think I actually remember you saying the words 'I was wrong'." Clarke sneered jokily
"Tomayto, Tomahto" Lexa waved her hand in the air.
Both girls started laughing in unison; when things took a dramatic turn for Clarke.
The noise of the bell echoed through more than just the walls of the house. The sounds waves travelled through the blonde's muscle and bones causing them to cease. Her pupils dilated, as her heart beats hard against her chest in a fast rhythm. She stood up from the couch staring towards the door, she slowly started to back away, her mind spirally out of control as the same night that haunts her, starts to replay itself.
"Finally, that will be the pizza." Lexa said, as her laughter came to the end. She saw the girl stand before she does.
"Clarke?" The brunette called out; seeing the distraught look on the young girl's face, as she kept taking small steps away from her. "Clarke! What's wrong?"
The blue eyed teen, didn't respond; her head was full of loud murmured voices rolling into one suffocating the noise from her reality. Until suddenly they all went dead.
Lexa had reached out and grabbed Clarke's arm; gently pulling her to stop her backward movements. "You're okay Clarke, just slow deep breathes."
The younger girl's blue eyes met green again; the memory of that traumatic day was ceased for the first time without Clarke seeking comfort in her dad's office. She had found it within Lexa.
The blonde's breathes were heavy, her eyes darting left and right and she looked deeper into older girl's eyes.
"Clarke" She called but again, not receiving a response.
The blonde snapped out of her trance. She started to feel at ease, the memory of the day of her father's death had been suppressed. Lexa was the reason for that. That look she harboured within her eyes eased the young girl with comfort and that kind of freaked Clarke out.
"I-I I'm sorry I worried you." She released her breathe; refusing to meet Lexa's contact. "I'm fine. I'm going to go to my room now." she quickly spoke, before she rushed up the stair
Lexa remained dumbfounded, she quickly diagnosed that Clarke was having a panic attack, but she didn't understand the blonde's reaction afterwards. She knew that Clarke shouldn't be alone after experiencing such an attack, but the brunette had a feeling this wasn't the first time.
She needed to speak to Abby. They didn't get much time to talk, as the doctor rushed out to go to work.
The sound of the bell echoing throughout the house again broke the green-eyed beauty from her thoughts.
She made her way towards the door, she couldn't help but worry about the young girl, and she seemed so damaged. An unwanted familiarisation caused through Lexa veins, Clarke reminded the brunette of herself when she was eight years old.
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