"Ugh." Lexa sighs as she falls back onto her bed, in HER apartment. The Griffin's left two hours ago and she is now officially moved in. She stretches out her sore muscles across her new bed. Well, the mattress is new, she bought the frame from Goodwill and Mrs. Griffin bought her a mattress after refusing to let Lexa buy a used one. "That's so unsanitary. We don't know where that's been." She had said. The memory made her laugh. She remembers thinking at the time how much Mrs. Griffin had sounded like Clarke when they were searching for apartments. Like mother, like daughter.
Lexa felt herself drifting off to sleep. Between school, work at The Dropship, volunteering at AYRC (which also included the extra time put in for the art room fundraiser) and shopping for apartment essentials, she hadn't gotten much rest the past week. Just as she closes her eyes she hears a familiar voice shouting from outside her apartment door.
"Lex, let me in! I can't knock, my hands are full!"
Lexa laughs and springs up off the bed, rushing to the door to open it. Instead of her friend's face, she's met with pillows. "Clarke, what are doing?" Clarke doesn't answer, but walks past the brunette and walks over to the bed, instantly dropping the pillows on top of it, then sits down. "Whew, those stairs are more challenging when you can't see the steps."
Lexa laughs as she shuts the door then makes her way over to the bed to sit beside the blonde. "Clarke, what are these for?"
"They're for you silly. You only bought yourself one pillow and I know how you like to snuggle your pillows. So, I thought I'd get you a little housewarming gift."
It's true. Lexa could only afford to get herself one pillow and she was already thinking about how sad it was going to be when she went to sleep that night and couldn't snuggle anything. She takes the blonde's hand in hers and smiles. "Thank you Clarke. That's very nice of you."
"You're welcome, Commander." Clarke says as she lays back on the bed. Lexa soon follows and they stare at the ceiling. "Are we still meeting at The Dropship after your shift tomorrow to discuss the fundraiser? Raven and Octavia are on standby awaiting their instructions on how to help."
"Yup. Thank them again for volunteering to help. I feel like we have so much to do and it's only a week away."
Clarke squeezes her hand. "We got this. We'll be fine."
"Yeah, I know…" she pauses before standing up. "I want to show you something."
Clarke leans up on her elbows and watches Lexa walk over to a box on the bay window. She pulls out a small book and walks back towards her. Lexa sits back down and hands Clarke the book. Clark studies the object. Turns out it's a sketchbook. She smiles and turns it over, immediately letting out a small gasp when her eyes fall on the cover. Clarke runs her finger over it. It's Charlotte's Wonder Woman drawing. Underneath, in comic book lettering, reads: "In loving memory of our little Wonder Woman" along with a small photo of the girl. Clarke can feel the tears filling her eyes.
"Lex…"
"I convinced a local printer to print and donate 1,000 of them. Figured we could sell them at the fundraiser. The proceeds for that specifically to go to pediatric cancer research."
Clarke stays silent, her fingers still running back and forth over the drawing. Lexa was starting think the silence was bad and was getting nervous. She begins to ramble, "If you hate the idea, I'm sorry. I really thought you'd like it. I'm sorry I borrowed her drawing without asking. I swear I only had it for two hours then put it right back where I found it, I -" she was cut off by the feeling of lips on her cheek. When she looks up she sees blue eyes, filled with tears. When they begin to fall, she raises her hand to gently brush them away. Clarke smiles at the gesture, leaning her head into the brunette's hand.
"This is amazing Lex. I love it." Lexa smiles and takes a hold of the girl's hand. She lifts it up and places a gentle kiss on top of it.
Clarke, Lexa, Raven and Octavia are sitting around a large table inside The Dropship. Clarke takes a sip of her coffee before she begins reading off of her notes.
"Okay. Raven you'll handle the lighting and sound board for the stage. Monty and Jasper will be there to help you too. O, you're in charge of the silent auction tables. And you said Lincoln and Bellamy are good with helping with the setup and teardown? Cool…" Clarke takes a breath before continuing her checklist. "Ok, so, that leaves me to man the sketchbook table and Lexa will host."
"Ugh. I can't believe I let you convince me to agree to that." Lexa sighed putting her head in her hands.
"Come on Lex, you'll be great." Clarke reaches out and gives the brunette's hand a comforting and encouraging squeeze. Lexa returns to small smile to the blonde and their eyes lock onto one another. Both of them miss the smirks on Raven and Octavia's faces.
Their stares last longer than intended and are only interrupted by Raven clearing her throat. "So, are we all done here then?"
Lexa shyly removes her hand from Clarke's and looks up to Raven. "Yeah, we're good. Thanks so much for volunteering to help us out."
"Sure thing, jelly bean." Raven replies throwing her messenger bag over her shoulder. Octavia smiles up Lexa and adds, "We're happy to do it. Really."
With that, the two brunette's walk out of the cafe, leaving Clarke and Lexa sitting at the table, clearing up all their papers.
"I think we got a lot done today. You have good friends, Clarke" Lexa says as they walk down the sidewalk and reach Clarke's car.
"They're your friends too." Clarke states simply while starting the engine. Soon they are driving, on their way to Lexa's.
"So Lex, how was your first night in your own place?"
"Honestly?... It was weird."
Clarke glances at her, concerned. "Good weird or bad weird?"
"Good, I think. I mean, it's just different. It's MINE, Clarke."
"Yes it is. And you deserve it." Clarke smiles as she parks the car outside Lexa's building.
Lexa returns the blonde's smile and unbuckles her seatbelt, stopping once she opens the door. She turns to the blonde, "Wanna hang out for a bit?"
"I was planning on it."
Clarke was sitting in the bay window sketching, while Lexa was in the kitchen unpacking a box. The sound of her phone beeping causes Clarke to place her sketchbook down and retrieve her phone from her pocket, quickly opening up the group message she just received.
Raven: When are you going to ask Green Eyes out?
Octavia: Yeah Clarke, you two are so obvious it's gross.
Raven: What are you waiting for Griffin?!
A sad smile forms on her face as she reads the messages, trying to decide what to reply.
Clarke: It's not the right time.
Octavia: WTF does that even mean?
Clarke: She's been through a lot guys and now she's building a life for herself. I don't want to get in the way or complicate that.
Raven: Ever think you'd be a great addition to that life she's building?
Clarke: I don't want to scare her off. We're in a really good place right now… we're friends.
Octavia: Oh, please. You two are not 'just friends'.
Raven: Not the way you look at each other.
Octavia: Or the constant hand holding.
"You're blowing up over here. Everything okay?"
The sound of Lexa's voice startles the blonde. She quickly shoves her phone back in her pocket and looks over to the brunette.
"Yea, yeah. Everything's good. It's just Raven and O being annoying."
Lexa looks at curiously sensing there's more to the story, but doesn't push further. Instead, she sits beside her. "Can I see your drawing?" Clarke hands the girl her sketchbook without hesitation and blushes when Lexa stares at her drawing of the street below them with adoration.
"You're so talented Clarke. I love your art."
Clarke blushes even more, "It's just a doodle, Lex."
Lexa arches her eyebrow at the blonde. "A doodle? Your modesty is annoying. Learn to take a compliment."
"Thank you, Lexa." Clarke replies with a shy giggle. Lexa winks at her before handing the sketchbook back and walking towards the kitchen again.
It's 7:30 when Clarke walks out of Lexa's apartment building. She's walking towards her car when a voice halts her movement.
"Clarke?"
No way. Has it been 6 months already? Clarke slowly turns around to face the owner of the familiar voice. "Finn."