"Why do I get the feeling you're trying to avoid me?" Lexa broke the silence that briefly loomed between the pair.
"I-I" Clarke was quick with the response. But no words formed, she just stuttered; getting herself more worked up. She bowed her head, with an emotional sigh. "Because I'm a loser!"
"Clarke." Lexa's heart ached. Not expecting this type of response from the younger girl.
"What? It's true. And you're only here because my mum pays you, so I thought I'll do you the favour and stay out your way." Clarke sulked; ignoring the awe look on the brunette's face and made her way to the kitchen.
"Hey!" Lexa called out; hot on the younger girl's trail. She reached out for her wrist. "You're not a loser Clarke, why would you even think that?"
"Because I was looking forward to finally having a normal night with you, and I ruined it, because I can't control it. I-I" Clarke's breath got shorter and heavier.
Lexa pulled the blonde in for a hug. "Deep breathes Clarke." She said soothingly. "Now listen to me, you're not a loser. You lost someone who meant the world to you; who was your centre of gravity-" the brunette's voice changed, she was speaking from experience, as her mind drifted to that day when her own world was torn apart.
Clarke blinked hard, as tears started to fall down her face, she gripped tighter against the brunette's body, causing the older girl to snap back to reality.
"It takes a while for your heart to cope without that person keeping you grounded, but I promise you Clarke, it finds a way. I can't tell you how, or when, but it just gets a bit easier." Lexa spoke; her own eyes becoming watery, feeling the weight of her own heart. In this precise moment, she didn't know whether she was comforting the blonde or whether it was Clarke's reciprocating hug giving her comfort.
Lexa cleared her throat, desperately trying to regain her composure. Clarke's eyes widened in embarrassment, realising she was still hugging the brunette. She pulled out of the hug, with a smile.
"I know we've only just officially met, but if you ever want to talk about it. You can always talk to me when you're ready." The brunette gave a half smile.
"Thank you Lexa." Clarke smiled; looking deep into her greens eyes. She quickly notice that look again in her eyes, it was obvious she was also battling with something. But what?
The brunette simply nodded; no words could form, as ball of emotions sat in her throat.
"Lexa?" Clarke began.
"Hmm." Lexa hummed
"Nothing." The blonde immediately responded; not wanting to push the brunette into talking about something that looked very personal.
"It's okay Clarke you can ask me what you want." She tried to reassure her; seeing the young girl hesitating.
"Can I get a movie night do-over?" Clarke smiled innocently; thinking of an excuse quickly.
Lexa laughed. "Well before you tried to go all ballerina toes on me earlier. I wanted to ask if you would help me plan my 18th birthday party."
"Really? You want my help." Clarke beamed.
"I was hoping you would design my invitations, put your supposed artistic skills to use." Lexa smirked.
"Hey! What you mean supposed?" Clarke pouted.
"I haven't seen any of your drawings yet." She simply shrugged
"Hmm, but you're still here asking me for my help, you must have some faith in my supposed artistic skills if you're willing for me to design them. But then again, you could always just send out a Facebook invite." The blonde mocked.
"Now where's the fun in that. Plus my parents said I can have a small one, somehow I think if I posted it online, it would get out of hand pretty quickly."
"Well you are the most popular person in school; everyone is going to want to go to that party." Clarke said; feeling a bit jealous that she wasn't older.
"I'm not the most popular person in school" She protested.
"You won prom queen, even though you never attended prom" Clarke huffed out a laugh.
"That was a joke my friends pulled." She defended.
"How many friends do you have again?" The blonde asked sarcastically.
"Less talking, and more sketching." Lexa scrunched up her nose, as she attempted to change the subject.
"Just because I'm going to go upstairs and get my sketch pad, don't think I don't know I won this debate." Clarke raised her eyebrows in amusement before walking away from the brunette.
"That's debateable!" Lexa replied back, her pout turning into a smile.
It had been nearly two hours since Clarke grabbed her sketch pad. Lexa gave the blonde the freedom to draw whatever came to her mind. Whilst the green eyed beauty battled to write username; Imagination_Creates_Dreams .
Hello,
I believe I'm your roommate; Adam House; Room 18. I hear you've been looking for me, so now you don't have to worry about spending the year alone. Plus I can promise that my parents didn't pay extra for me to study at Harvard, I think with the right organ; just in case you were wondering.
The brunette got irritated at the butterfly feeling in her stomach, as she stared at the email she wrote. She released a frustrated sigh, not understanding why she felt so nervous sending it. She counted done from three and pressed send.
"Crap!" Lexa cursed in her thoughts; she forgot to put her name.
Hi again,
My name is Lexa by the way.
After she sent the message; she planted her face in her hands. Not wanting to think about it, she looked up at the younger girl; who was heavily concentrated on the sketch pad in front of her.
"Come on Clarke, show me the design already." Lexa moaned; shutting her laptop down.
"I'm not finished yet." Clarke replied back; covering the sketch pad with her body. "Just give me two more minutes. I'm nearly done."
"Well I should hope so, you're taking ages." Lexa laughed.
"I don't want to disappoint you, with my supposed artistic skills." The blonde said in a sarcastic manner.
"You're never going to let that go are you?"
Clarke didn't answer; she just smiled deviously at the brunette. She took a final look at her work. "Okay done."
"Show me." The older girl quickly shuffled closer to Clarke, to get a better look.
As soon as Lexa eyes met Clarke's drawing, she was in awe at our talented she really was.
The invitation design had a life-like cartoon of Lexa on it, in front of a house. The design gives a 3D effect, as she is holding out an invitation that is personalised with Clarke's name on it. The background of the house shows the night sky; heavily shaded to allow the cluster of stars to stand out. At the bottom of the invitation had "18th Birthday Party" written on it.
The silence that loomed became too much for the young girl to handle.
"I only wrote my name, to show you that each invitation can be personalised to those you invite. I know I'm too young to go, so don't worry about hurting my feelings." Clarke spoke with a nervous tongue.
"Clarke it's amazing, it's better than I could ever have imagined. I wish I could invite you, but I don't think your mum would agree." Lexa laughed. "Thank you so much. I love it."
"You really like it?" The blonde smiled.
"Yes I do. I kind of want to frame it" Lexa huffed out.
"I'm glad you like it." Clarke blushed.
"Just one thing I would change." The brunette raised her eyebrow, placing the sketch pad on the table.
"What's that?" The younger stared at her with questionable eyes.
"I've just decided I'm going to have a fancy dress party. So maybe we can change the writing." She answered in a soft voice
"That's a great idea! Do you know what you're going as?"
"If I tell you, promise you won't laugh." Lexa held out her pinky, waiting for the blonde's response.
"I promise" Clarke laughed at the gesture.
"The fact you've already started laughing, doesn't give me much confidence." Lexa pouted.
"No, you can trust me. It's just I haven't done pinky promises for a while." Clarke bit her lip to stop her amusement becoming prominent.
Lexa jokily narrowed her stared into the younger girl's blue ones, to see if she can be trusted.
"When I was younger I was obsessed with a certain show, and I think it's great time to embrace it, as you only turn eighteen once. Right?" The brunette tried to persuade herself.
"Just tell me." Clarke groaned.
"A Pokémon Master." She blurted out.
Clarke smiled from cheek to cheek seeing how flustered Lexa had gotten.
"You promised no laughing." The brunette jokily sneered.
"I'm not laughing, I actually love the idea. I can totally picture it, you being gym leader no one can beat."
Both girls laughed in unison.
After the laughter died out, a comfortable silence loomed.
"Well it's getting late. I'm going to go bed now." Clarke said; shifting of the couch.
"Yeah of course, time goes fast when you're having fun. Thanks again Clarke for designing my invitations." Lexa replied sincerely.
"I've really missed drawing, so I guess I owe you gratitude instead. I'll work on another draft tomorrow, and i suppose we will go from there." The younger girl responded perkily
"Sounds good to me. Are you sure you are happy to do it?" Lexa questioned; making sure she wasn't pressuring Clarke into doing her invitations.
"I am." Clarke answered honestly; she did feel happy when designing it. Genuinely being in Lexa presence made her feel different, lighter inside. She returned a smile; grabbing her sketch pad. A piece of paper fell out of it, prompting Lexa to quickly reach for it.
"Lexa wait." The blonde shouted; trying to beat the brunette to the piece of paper but failed.
The brunette looked at the A3 piece of paper, in astonishment.
The air was caught in the blonde's throat, as she feared the worst after seeing Lexa's awe face. Even though silence suffocated the room, Clarke could feel her own heart beating against her chest, sending sound vibrations across her body.
Thank you to those who left reviews, really appreciate it, and i'm glad you're enjoying this story;means a lot to me.
So i'm a huge nerd when it comes to pokemon, so i've made Lexa one too. Hope you don't mind.
I'll be updating my other fics, so there maybe a delay with the next chapter.