"Well you've certainly perked up since this morning" Lexa's mom laughed, as she walked into the kitchen seeing the brunette dancing around the counter.

The brunette pulled out her earphones. "I didn't hear you come back in."

"I'm not surprised you were in your own little world. What's got you in a good mood?"

"Do I need a reason?" She answered

"Oh sweetie, I know someone is responsible for that smile that's plastered all over your face. So spill it!"

"Fine" Lexa moaned defeated. "I just started talking to my assigned roommate for when I go Harvard."

"Oh" the older woman released sadly without filter and Lexa didn't miss it. She quickly made her way over to her, but before she could speak, a voice filled the silence.

"Lexa I know I'm not your—"

"Please don't finish that sentence because you know it's not true." She interrupted in a stern voice.

"It's going to be hard to let you go." The older woman said wrapping her arms around the young brunette, as tears started to fall down her cheeks. "You grew up too fast."

Lexa just tightened her grip, not saying a word.

"Ali?" A deep voice called out, as they entered the house; interrupting the silent atmosphere

"In the kitchen!" She called back; the two women stepped away from each other regaining their composure, removing any trace, as if nothing happened.

A tall, well-built man walked in, scooped Ali up in his arms, giving her a peck on the lips.

Lexa immediately pulled an appalled face, as she watched the exchange, but secretly she hoped to find that type of love one day.

"Look Ali, Lexa's doing her best impersonation of Anya." He laughed

"Well if you two weren't so gross, I wouldn't have too" She pouted.

"Love isn't gross Lexa; I promise you one day you will find yourself racing home from work to just kiss the lips you've been missing all day. "

"Okay, I'm out of here." The green eyed girl turned on her heels, but was quickly stopped by a hand on her elbow.

"Stop teasing her Gustus, she hasn't finished telling me about this Harvard roommate she's been talking too." Ali smiled

"Lexi got a new friend." He grinned, seeing Lexa's jaw tighten at the nickname.

"You're impossible." Ali she shook her head.

Gustus walked over to Lexa kissing her on the head. "Now you can stop worrying about going to college. You've already found someone who wants to be your friend. Anya has been at the police academy for a while now and she still doesn't have any friends there." he nudged her; to help lighten her mood.

Lexa laughed. "Everyone is scared off, that's why"

"I don't know what the Academy where thinking when they licensed her with a gun." Gustus teased through his chuckle.

"Please you both know she's a teddy bear at heart. So stop teasing her when she's not here to defend herself. I'm sure Anya would shut you both up in an instant."

Gustus and Lexa's laughter become to a halt, as they stared at Ali, before looking at each other. They burst into laughter again; acting like a pair of children.

"We will see who's laughing when I tell Anya, you've been making fun of her." Ali jokily threatened

"No!" They shouted in unison

The older woman chuckled to herself, as she took in their frighten faces.

"You better get going Lexa, you'll be late at this rate." Ali suggested; bending down to pick up Lexa's duffle bag.

"Bye sweetheart." Gustus said

"Drive safely." Ali added

"Will do! Bye." Lexa replied; taking her bag and heading back to the Griffin Household

Clarke had spent the day re-designing Lexa's invitations; she felt guilty for always walking away when things got too hard. The blonde wanted to go back downstairs to the older girl after she had her cool off period, but she was too embarrassed to leave her room.

Clarke was desperate to make it up to the brunette, she had spent nearly three hours of the day designing Lexa's Pokémon trainer outfit for her party. It was a rough sketch, but it got the blonde really excited to show it to her. She felt her heart beating rapidly, as adrenaline coursed through her body, when she heard a car pull up on the drive.

She ran to her window, a toothy grin corrupted her face, when she saw Lexa getting out of her car. High from the hormone in her system she managed to unconsciously block anything and everything from her mind; solely focusing on the brunette. She sprinted downstairs, hitting each step with a thud.

"Clarke?" Abby called out warily; making her way out of the kitchen to the stairs. As soon as she reached the staircase, she saw her daughter shoot past her like a bullet, running towards the door. Abby couldn't tear her eyes away, remaining in a trance.

"Lexa" Clarke said breathlessly; opening the door, she couldn't help but beam at the green eyed beauty.

"Hey Clarke" The brunette replied in a slightly shocked manner; she was expecting the younger girl to avoid her after what happened yesterday. She never expected her to open the door either.

The blonde grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the house. "I've got a surprise for you. I can't wait to show you. Come on." She started to pull Lexa towards the stairs.

Abby remained still; she couldn't comprehend the scene that was unfolding right before her eyes. Since the passing of her father; Clarke has never been able to go near the front door. She would always runaway when someone would ring the doorbell. Abby just witness her daughter's fear of the door being replaced with happiness and excitement as she opened the door for Lexa

"Okay, okay. Just don't pull my arm off." The brunette laughed. "Hello Mrs. Griffin."

Snapping her out of her trance, she smiled back at her. "It's Abby."

Lexa nodded in confirmation of hearing the woman's words, before disappearing upstairs.

"Have a good day at work mom." Clarke eventually shouted down.

Abby walked back into the kitchen placing her lunch in her bag, before walking towards the door. She placed her hand on the handle before looking back towards the stairs.

"Maybe I haven't completely lost her Jake." She spoke; swallowing the emotion that was threatening to burst out.

Lexa held on to her shoulder, as she formed circular emotions. "I think you've actually detached my arm"

"I thought I was meant to be the drama queen." Clarke mocked; raising her eyebrows slightly

Lexa jokingly scowled at the younger girl. "Well as Queen, I demand you show me this awesome surprise you have for me."

Clarke smirked. She cleared her throat and bowed her head down; sarcastically turning her wrist in small circular motions. "As you wish; my Queen."

The younger girl walked over to her sketch pad, suddenly feeling a heat rush to her face. The palm of hands started to sweat.

"What if she doesn't like it?" A little voice said in Clarke's mind.

The voice was soon crushed when her father's words brought clarity to her mind.

"You have a beautiful eye for detail, Clarke; don't let yourself or anyone tell you different. Promise me that."

She took a deep breath before handing over her artwork, keeping her promise to her father.

"I redesigned the invitations and I -"Clarke was cut off, by a gasp as she handed over her design of Lexa in a Pokémon master outfit.

"Oh my god" Lexa grabbed the piece of paper. "You drew this?" Her piercing green eyes met apprehensive blues.

Clarke felt the wind being knocked out of her, when their eyes locked. She had seen many looks in Lexa's eyes, but this one was by far her favourite. She looked truly happy and so beautiful, and Clarke just couldn't bear to look away; before the young teenage knew it she quickly glanced at Lexa's perfectly shaped lips. She felt herself wanting to lean in.

The slight jolt from her centre of gravity brought her back to her senses before she could embarrass herself. Clarke knew she needed to answer the older girl, but no words formed. She settles with a bopping nod and a flustered smile.

The green eyed beauty looked back down at the paper, tracing her finger delicately over the drawing.

"Can I keep it?" Lexa asked, without looking up from the piece of paper. "Please!" her eyes now pleading with Clarke's.

If being a teenager wasn't confusing enough, adding being attracted to a pretty brunette into the mix, who made you lose the ability to speak with a single look? Clarke knew she was in for a hell of ride.

"No" She blurted out in a rush. Seeing the immediate change in Lexa's demeanour, Clarke realised how that might of sounded like

"I mean yes, but not right now. It's just that's my only copy, and I was going to ask you, if I could make the jacket for you." Clarke didn't know where this boost of confidence, but she was glad she had it.

"Wait, you want to make it?" Lexa replied dumbfounded

"I would love too. I mean if you want me to. It's just you've done a lot for me, and I know I'm not the easiest at times. I just want to do something nice for you. Think of it has an early birthday present." Clarke concluded.

Lexa remained silent, and for the first time Clarke couldn't read her facial expressions. It was making her nervous. The brunette was in awe at the kindness the younger girl was showing, she slightly frowned remembering how cruel life has been to her. No one deserves to go through losing a parent at a young age, and if anyone could relate to Clarke it was Lexa.

"If you're worried that it won't look good, I've been making my own jackets for nearly a year now. I'm good at sowing and-" The blonde muffled out; hating the silence that was suffocating the air out of her room.

"Clarke, you're rambling" Lexa pronounced; clicking the K to help snap the blonde out of it.

"I'm sorry, I tend to do it in uncomfortable moments, my mouth just doesn't know how to shut up, and words just fly out to help fill the-" The younger girl stopped, when she saw the brunette raise her eyebrows, and an adoring smile grew on her lips.

She was rambling again, and Clarke got the message. She was starting to love how Lexa could communicate with simple facial expressions.

"I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable Clarke. I think you're amazing-." the brunette spoke

The blonde felt her cheeks turn red at those words, her mind was reeling at those four specific words; she didn't hear the rest of the sentence. She tried to contain her smile, but Lexa had a certain effect on the young teenager causing it to turn into a goofy wide smile. She felt on top of the world right now.

"I'll love for you to make this jacket for me, you have so much talent. I think you'll go on to do amazing things Griffin."

Clarke looked up the brunette, she let at a shallow breathe; it was starting to get more difficult being around Lexa, she was the best type of toxic there was.

"You okay Clarke? I didn't know it took twenty minutes to get popcorn." Lexa scoffed.

"Oh right-um sorry. I got a little side tracked." Clarke voice was strained with stress, as she walked up and down the kitchen.

"Hey talk to me, what's wrong?" The brunette placed her hand on her arm.

The young teenager immediately felt the overwhelming pressure on her chest dissipate with ease from a simple contact.

"It just hit me that I need to get the materials to make your outfit."

Lexa caught on straight away what got Clarke so worked up.

"Clarke, if you're not ready to leave the house then you don't have to okay. I don't want you stressing out about this okay."

The blonde's heart was pounding against her chest, but she could still hear the sincerity in Lexa's words; she cared.

"The truth is I think I am ready. I mean the thought scares me, but I want to go out and get the materials. It has always been my favourite thing to do; it's just I've never done without Octavia." Clarke said quietly

"I think she will be very happy if you ask her to go with you."

"What if she's angry at me?" The blonde replied nervously

"She misses you more Clarke." The older girl reassured

"How do you know that?"

"Well she keeps asking about you, and even asked me to pass on a message about a boy called Wells. She thinks he might have a crush on you." Lexa's voice turned uncharacteristic girly, excited for Clarke.

"Wells is just a friend." She snapped back a little bit defensive.

"Don't shoot the messenger." Lexa held her hands up in surrender. "Anyway I know it seems scary to take that step, but I don't think you'll need to be. Octavia has shown what an incredible friend she is; she hasn't given up on you Clarke. So don't give up on her"

"Will you come with me tomorrow morning to her house?" Clarke knew she sounded pathetic but she needed Lexa. She is the only person that would get her through it.

"Of course, Clarke" Lexa nodded.

Morning come around in a blink of an eye. Clarke was waiting downstairs for Lexa. She found herself in a staring match with the front door. The realisation of yesterday's events entered her mind. She had opened the door for the brunette without a second thought; there were no tears staining her soft skin; no fear or panic attacks.

Lexa was the reason, but she wasn't here now to help fight her fears. Clarke suddenly found herself being weighed down, not being able to move towards the door, her memories of her dad's death were slowly making their way to the surface, and there was nothing the blonde could do. Whatever yesterday was, it was a quick fix. The young teenager was wrong she wasn't ready for this; she turned quickly on her heels and went to run upstairs when she collided with what felt like a brick wall.

"Owww" The blonde moaned, as she felt backwards onto her ass.

"Woah, are you okay Clarke?" Lexa said concerningly; helping the blonde off the floor.

Lexa's voice enter the blonde's ear, immediately putting her in a calm state. Clarke was now 100% sure that the brunette was her quick fix, a drug that helped her temporarily when she was present. Clarke found it ironic how addictive the feeling was becoming, just being able to finally breathe without the tightness in her chest.

"Sorry, I was just going to see where you are. I'm getting more nervous by waiting." Clarke lied

"Well then let's get going. You sure you're okay with this Clarke?" Lexa asked; getting the feeling that she wasn't being truthful.

"Yes. I need Octavia, she's my best friend. I miss her." Clarke ended up convincing herself; she did need Octavia. There was so much she needed to tell her, but on top of that list; she desperately needed to talk about Lexa. These feelings she was experiencing were only getting stronger.

Clarke inhaled the summer air, she forgot how much she loved the sun on her skin and the wind in her hair. She looked over at Lexa, who was smiling at her. The blonde had to look away, feeling her face turning a different brighter colour.

As Clarke approached Octavia's door, her feet became heavy with each step. Her heart was beating ruthlessly against her chest. She released a hasty breath; her finger lingered over the doorbell. She couldn't press it, she couldn't hear that sound.

"Are you okay Clarke? We can turn back if you want." Lexa voice was soft: if only she knew how the sound of her voice helped the blonde through the mess that corrupted her mind.

"I'm okay" She lied.

Clarke knew the noise of the doorbell at home, acted as a switch for her panic attacks. The sound would send her into a memory replay. She was scared it might bring it all to the surface, and she simply didn't want that. She wanted Octavia; her best friend in the world.

She opted to knock on the panel glass, hoping someone would hear.

Within seconds she was smiling brightly when she heard bickering; something's never change.

"Bell get the door." Octavia shouted.

"O you're old enough to open a damn door. I'm in the middle of something!"

"You know they did create this little thing called the pause button. Maybe you should use it!" She snapped; her brother was an lazy ass obsessed with new Fifa game.

"It's the cup final, I'm not pausing that for you. I'm on a roll here." Bellamy said with smugness.

"Ugh! I swear if it's one of your bone head friends, I'm slamming the door in their face." Octavia growled before opening the door.

"I'm not one of his bone head friends." Clarke breathed out the air that she trapped in her lungs.

Octavia just stood there in silence, just blinking quicker than usual.

"Maybe not, but you do remind me of someone." She finally replied: but immediately cursed herself realising how petty she sounded. All she wanted was her best friend back and here she was trying.

"Octavia-" Clarke began nervously but before she could get out the next word. The wind was being knocked out of her, as she felt arms tighten around her body.

"I missed you so much Clarke!" she cried

"I missed you more O. I'm so sorry"

"Sssh, you're here now." Octavia face rested on the blonde's shoulder, she opened her eyes to see Lexa standing on the sidewalk

"Thank you" she mouthed and received a smile and a nod before the older brunette walked away.

"Do you want to come over?" Clarke asked

"Pfft, like you have to ask. Come on C, there's this new series I'm dying to watch on Netflix. I couldn't bear to watch it without you." She grabbed the blonde's hand and hastily made their way back to the Griffin's household.

Just before they got there, Lexa just exited the front door and jumped into her car.

Clarke hated the fact she didn't get to say thank you for everything. She started to walk faster hoping to at least wave goodbye, but Lexa was already reversing off the drive, and was heading down the street. The blonde just watched until the car was no longer in sight.

"You coming Clarke" Octavia promoted whilst glancing at what the blonde was staring at.

She nodded and made her way inside.

Clarke and Octavia spent the day reconnecting and soon after a while it was have if nothing changed. Abby's heart nearly burst out of her chest when she woke up to the loud duo laughing, she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing when she made her way downstairs; she had tried so hard to get Clarke to see Octavia, but nothing worked. Tears threatened to escape from her eyes, she couldn't describe the overwhelming feeling that washed over her body; she caught a glimpse of how the old Clarke used to be.

She walked into the kitchen making a cup of coffee.

"Hey mom is it okay if i go to Arkadia Mall, i need to get materials." Clarke pleaded.

She was in mid-sip of her coffee, before she could swallow the contents of the hot drink ended up being sprayed over the worktop. First she thought her eyes were playing tricks but now her ears.

"Sorry, it was too hot. You were saying something about going shopping" Abby wiped her mouth, before grabbing a cloth to clean the mess up.

"Yeah Octavia and I would like to go." Clarke beamed

"If you're feeling up to it, of course you can go. What you making this time, another top?"

"I offered to make Lexa a jacket for her fancy dress birthday party." The blonde shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal.

"And to think all Clarke has made me is this friendship bracelet." Octavia laughed, walking into the kitchen, holding her wrist up to show the bracelet.

"Hey you said you liked it!" The blonde pouted

"I do, but what girl doesn't like one of kind clothing from her best friend." Octavia scoffed.

Octavia's words actually caused the clogs to turn in Abby's head. Clarke has gotten very close to Lexa in such a short time.

"Does Clarke have feelings for Lexa?" The worrying feeling soon corrupted the older woman's mind at the thought which crashed into her mind. Clarke was getting too close to Lexa, maybe she has a crush on the older girl.

Abby hated herself knowing what she had to do next to protect her daughter's heart; knowing heartbreak was going to be at the end of the tunnel for Clarke.

It had been nearly an hour since Abby offered to drop Clarke and Octavia at Arkadia Mall.

She was pacing up and down the hallway corridor just outside her daughter's room.

"God, I'm a terrible mother!" She breathes out, as she opened the blonde's bedroom door. She stepped in quickly noticing a picture of her late husband holding the apple of his eye in his arms, Clarke.

"I know you wouldn't approve Jake but i need to know for sure. She's going to get hurt. I can't lose her again."

She rummaged around Clarke's things, but nothing was appearing out of the ordinary. Until she found the blonde's sketchbook hiding under her wardrobe.

"What are you doing under there?" Abby questions out loud

And that's when she found the evidence she needed.

"Oh Clarke" She mouthed; glancing over the drawings of Lexa; some were incomplete, and some were just of her features. It wasn't until she looked at the back of them to find a 3D love heart with Lexa's name written in the centre.

"What am i going to do?" Abby looked at the photo of her family again before a sad smile corrupted her face. "You would know what to do, wouldn't you." A toothy wide grin just stared back at her. She felt like he was taunting her. Jake used to love to do that to her.

Her phone echoed the silent room, scaring her out of her thoughts. She breathed out the anxiety that had just built up in her body before answering.

"Hello?"

A young girl's panicked voice poured out of the other end of the call.

"Octavia? Calm down sweetie I can't understand you." Abby replied soothingly, but her heart started beat rapidly, when she started to make sense.

"It's Clarke, something's wrong; she can't breathe properly. I don't know what to do!"

Sorry this took so long.

Let me know what you think.

One more chapter to go before the jump..Woohoo.

This will include Lexa opening up to Clarke about her history. A certain talk between Lexa and Abby.

Lexa's 18th birthday party