Ch. 5 Tweet or Twat

Lexa arrives on the fifth floor in a daze. She doesn't know why she functions so improperly around Clarke. She understands her emotions, having to explore them to the point of having none because of her roles in the past. Lexa knows herself but every time she gets near the blonde, her insides haywire and the words she wants to say feel foreign on her tongue. It's involuntary and thrilling to feel utterly helpless around someone. Lexa has never felt this way, not even in front of a camera or in front of thousands of people. It was something she was used to, everyone watching her. She was a brand that everyone bought into, her outsides weren't her own, and she was theirs—a commodity. But her insides were always hers, those things no one could ever take away from her. However, Clarke seems to have that capability. She penetrates right through the façade straight into the depths of her soul. It felt messy and ridiculous but for once it was something she didn't plan for. Her whole life has fit inside an agenda, she knew what she was doing months ahead of time, who she was seeing, what she was saying. Everything had to be calculated and clean, except on set when she could become someone else. When she was working, she poured herself into her characters, becoming them. It was her only escape. And now Clarke; Clarke strips away all the masks she has collected over the years and made her feel juvenile. Clarke saw through her exterior and she felt naked. She has never met someone who can look into her eyes and see the person she didn't want them to see. It is so raw and real when Clarke looks into her eyes.

Feeling flustered she walks right passed the conference room to the bathroom around the corner. She doesn't know if it's been more than five minutes but she decides she needs to clean herself up after going complete savage in the elevator. Walking into the bathroom in a daze, she stops in front of the mirror, puts her palms on the edge of either side of the sink and exhales a heavy breath "Wow…I am so fucked." Her knees are shaky as well as her closes her eyes for second before lifting her head to find a smile taking up half her face. That elevator was proving to be one of her favorite places. Feeling eager and impulsive, obviously still riding the Clarke induced adrenaline high; she pulls out her phone and tweets.

Lexa Woods LXwoods I'm starting to really like elevators

Still smiling she puts her phone away and stares at herself in the mirror. A bit stunned at her appearance, she leans in to find her hair a mess, her lips dark pink and swollen, and… omg… Lexa leans completely over the sink and gets really close to the mirror to see a hickey surrounded by bite marks on her neck. Red flushes to her cheeks tracing the mark with the pads of her fingers, she replays the elevator scene in her head remembering at what point Clarke had bit her. Her phone starts to ding with notifications from her fans, Titus has been encouraging Lexa to increase her social media presence to connect with them and so she decides to finally listen to him for once. She never felt the urge to post anything until now but even then it's in hopes a particular blonde will see it. Since she doesn't have her number this is the only avenue she can pursue. Her fan base has always been a bit crazy so her post caused a near twitter malfunction. She decides to look at her account later; it always overwhelmed her. The sheer amount of replies and comments she would get would be in the thousands. She wouldn't know what to do with any of them, let alone reply.

Yelle- Completement Fou

Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she inspects herself in the mirror further until a surprising realization hits; she feels uncomfortable in her pants. She shifts her weight again to discover that she is indeed wet— like really wet. Her underwear held no chance for it was just a sliver of black lace. Lexa steps into a stall, pulls her pants down along with her underwear and starts to clean herself up. Holy hell it's like high school all over again.

She tries to salvage the lace with some toilet paper but it was no use, they were ruined. In frustration she takes off her shoes and pulls her pant legs off from the ends, slides the lace off of her legs making sure to slip them off carefully to avoid any further mess and tosses them into the little bin that is bolted to the wall. She puts toilet paper on top to hide the evidence and laughs at herself while she finishes using the restroom. The actress pulls her pants back up which hug at her still sensitive area and walks back in front of the mirror to wash her hands and collect herself before heading back. She flips her hair to the opposite shoulder hiding her purple medal of dishonor and takes a deep breath. "Lo spettacolo deve continuare" she says staring into the depth of her own eyes. She remembers when that saying started to mean something more than just an expression.


Lexa was selected to work on the film The Warmth of Color. They arrived in Italy after they finished pre-production. Italy was their first destination from many, considering the girl in the film was to meet her first love in France during her solo trip across Europe. The film was about connection and the passion between two women, it didn't focus on their sexual orientation as much as it did of the feeling. The feeling of meeting someone against all odds and exploring each other. Director Filippo Moreau wanted to make his name in Europe as well as Australia and America. He was born in France, his mother Italian and his father French. He always had a passion for film so he moved to the states to build his career. He became a prodigious director despite his family's wishes for him, which pushed him to work even harder, accepting nothing less than what he envisioned, even if that meant not knowing himself until he found it. So he worked with Lexa very closely, pushing her beyond her own limits which made her question herself at times. It was understood that he was harsh and unrelenting but it still made it very difficult for her to commit to certain explicit scenes over and over again until he was satisfied. Lexa never felt like she was being subjected to it for his pleasure and she knew it was an organic thing to him. He often threw the script to the side and told them to just feel it as he watched and filmed. Lexa had to grow especially close to her co-star Luna. They understood each other in ways that only were perpetuated from the intensity of their scenes. Often they would film the same scene over and over again for twelve hours, to only continue with the same scene the next day. Lexa and Luna would be utterly exhausted, wondering how much emotion can they give scene after scene. Just as Lexa thought she nailed it, in delivering her tears and emotions in every bone in her body. He would cut and tell them to start again. It hurt to be pushed so far toward the edge but it also helped her. The moment where she almost quit she ran to her trailer and wouldn't come out for hours. Lexa was tired, frustrated, and unsure of her choice in this film. Filippo came to her trailer after a couple hours giving her enough time to calm down He knew he pushes actors to their fragility and that is what makes him so successful in his films. The audience can truly feel what the actors are feeling, they cry and laugh with them as the scenes blossom. Lexa was crying looking at a photo of her parents when he calmly sat beside her with out saying a word. He let her relax in his presence and then he told her that she was helping to make film history, that despite previous films in the LGTBQ community, this one would surpass the label and look at the love. Focusing on the human connection rather than what gender was feeling them. The words she often repeats to herself came from Filippo. He told her, "No matter what you are feeling, there are others who feel it too. And having the power that which you hold, you can share that pain and that love to the world letting them know that it is okay to feel those things. That Lo spettacolo deve continuare." They grew close during the time Costia and Lexa were competing for the role and much closer after. They spent everyday together while the casting director and himself found the perfect match for Lexa. Filippo knew he wanted Lexa from the beginning but Costia was a close second. His choice solidified as they observed the two actresses. He noticed Lexa's confident shyness, the way her lips flick at smiles that she involuntary gave but most of all he loved the way she ate. It sounds weird to most people but Filippo found beauty in the mundane. He knew he wanted Lexa by the way her lips moved as she spoke, laughed, and ate. One day he focused on how she ate and that is what made the choice for him. It wasn't sexual at all, for Filippo had confessed to them both that he was asexual. It didn't mean he was lost on passion, love, romance, and all things that come with sexuality. It's just he had no desire to act upon them. He noticed that Lexa held a certain disposition that screamed to be explored and that is what he wanted to open up on screen. When they found Luna, he encouraged them to spend as much time together before filming. He noticed how they grew together which made Luna the perfect match. Filippo requested they stay in the same hotel room, eat together, sleep in the same bed, and go out with each other. They knew it was in preparation for their roles so they would seem at ease with each other, but they were getting closer than they intended. This is what Filippo was counting on, three weeks before filming he split them apart and refused to let them see each other. At first they protested but quickly understood why. He wanted their meet to be authentic, he wanted their first kiss to feel new and old at the same time like they've missed each other from a previous life, he wanted their longing to compound until it unfolded on screen. They must have filmed over 500 hours of film by the end of production. Only to choose 3 hours of it all to form a film Filippo would call a masterpiece. And it was. The film won award after award, earning them fame across Europe and in the states. Lexa and Luna grew apart after the premier and she hasn't heard from her since but Lexa doesn't regret anything. In fact she learned more about herself during that year than ever. Filippo became a confidant and a mentor. After watching the film for the first time during the premier she understood why he pushed them so hard, she was surprised to see herself so exposed but it was absolutely gorgeous. The emotions he captured, the scenes he chose, even though Lexa thought she acted better during other shots, he put together something that went beyond sex. It was raw and full of passion, pain and life. Even though the sex scene was long, it was after building the audience up with hope, despair, and heartache. It was visceral. It was real.


The day was still young in it's glory as the sun scrapes the sky upon the east side.

Clarke drives away from Polis with Raven in the bed of her truck stuck in her thoughts. She winds through roads and up and down hills with speed holding little regard to her passenger in the back. Her mind only comes back into consciousness once she realizes that she is already on her street. It always scared Clarke how she can do that, zone out and drive with out being consciously aware. It was a bad habit, but her thoughts were so vivid it happened often. Luckily she always arrived safely much to her own surprise.

Thump

She hears a loud noise in the back of the truck having completely spaced that Raven was back there the whole time. Oh my god!

"Raven?!" Clarke pulls over, parks, and hops out of the truck.

"Hsss, Oww…" she hears Raven call out but can't see anything but a body laying flat.

Clarke steps on the tire hoisting herself over to kneel beside her, "Oh gosh Ray, are you okay? I kind of spaced…" She scans over Raven's body for any injuries focusing on her leg, touching it and massaging it incase she had hurt it. She doesn't stop obsessing over her body until she hears Raven bust out laughing.

"Hahaha, your face was priceless" Raven says through her laugh while holding her stomach, "But please continue, my leg appreciates it."

Clarke's jaw drops immediately pulling her hands away, "Ray! That was not funny! I thought you were hurt…" She smacks Raven on the arm as she falls back on her ass into a chuckle.

They sit in the back of her truck a block down from their apartment thinking about the day they both had. The silence was comfortable.

Raven breaks it by confessing, "I think I should face my demons Clarke. I want to work on RV no matter if it will hurt me. I love my job and the past is the past right?"

Clarke looks at her best friend trying to see through her tough exterior and into her eyes. The eyes tell the whole story, Clarke's dad always taught her to read a person in their eyes. Their body language can tell you something but the eyes reveal the story. She sees determination and fear inside those umber orbs. She replies, "The past is what shapes us into who we are but it's the present that defines us. What we choose to do now is what matters. I think it is time you take your own advice and face those demons."

Raven nods her head, "Only if you promise to face yours."

They both agree sitting up to face each other as they initiate their pact ritual. Clarke raises her fist in the air to be met by Raven's opposite fist in the middle of their bodies. They sit cross-legged with their knees touching; they press their knuckles together like a suspended fist bump and look into each other's eyes—not blinking. They each think of what's been hurting them, what has hurt them, they think in silence as they recognize the pain in each other's eyes. And with out speaking they slap each other across the face with their other hands at the exact same time sending them both flying in the opposite directions. They lay on their sides in shock and laughter. They decided that this would be their 'seal the deal' ritual one day after playing an aggressive game of whoever blinks first. They both ended up slapping each other at the same time, which of course caused them both to blink. It was silly and stupid but they discovered that the impact of each other's slap to the face caused a temporary lapse of consciousness, nothing was on their minds during the moment of impact as well as seconds after. It forced them to be in the moment with out a past or purpose. It allowed seconds of peace along with the feeling of clarity. So they would sit connected bringing all their worries and pain to the forefront of their minds and with an acute understanding when the other was ready they swung their hands across each other's cheeks with out reservation.

They sit up, both rubbing the right side of their faces with a smile when Clarke feels her phone going off in her pocket. She had followed Lexa the day she snooped on her profile knowing she didn't post that often but wanted to be alerted on all things for Royal Viridian. It was her job. Her notification center displayed a twitter alert: LXwoods I'm starting to really like elevators.

Clarke read her notification twice before Raven commented on how red her face was turning.

"Dude Clarke, what is it?" Raven reached to grab her phone out of her hand before Clarke could react.

"What does this mean? And why are you so—" Raven stops talking while her mind gears turn and grind her genius mind into awareness. She remembers Niylah telling her over lunch that Clarke had run from the elevator out of breath towards her while an angry looking brunette loomed behind her.

"Clarke Abigail Griffin! What happened in that elevator?!"

Clarke tries to grab her cell phone back from Raven but the stronger girl pushes her away with one hand while lifting the phone high up in the air out of reach.

"I won't give this back until you tell me Clarke!"

Clarke struggles against her friend's extended arm "Raven! Give it back! Nothing happened okay!"

"HAH! By the look on your face and the way you're acting now tells me different Griffin!" Raven pushes her down on her back while opening her phone to Lexa's twitter page.

"Holy shit, her page is blowing up. People are replying and retweeting every second. She has over 3,000 hearts on it already!"

Clarke stops fighting and lies her head back on the truck bed; "yeah… she has a lot of followers around the world. She doesn't post that often if at all."

Raven looks down at her and then back at her phone, "You have to reply Clarke!"

At that she pushes Raven's arm from pinning her down, twists her body around fast enough to grab her phone out of her hand, "No I absolutely do not!"

"Aw come on! Obviously something big happened to where she would post on her twitter, maybe she is hoping you would see it!" Raven pokes Clarke's sides trying to get her to lighten up.

It works because the smile that stretches across her face tells Raven that her friend is in deep already. She doesn't comment on it though hoping that it develops further so she just encourages her to be brave, "Well I think you should comment on it because it's obviously about you. Get back in the game Clarke, face those demons…" She wiggles her eyebrows at her.

Clarke looks at Lexa's twitter icon and re-read the post again, "You really think I should say something?"

Raven smiles, "hell yeah! But first what happened in the elevator?"

Clarke looks at her in a way to say 'I'm not telling you' when Raven puts her hands up in mock surrender, "hey look, If I don't know then how can I help you with something to say. Unless you want to do it all on your own and perhaps say something stupid then be my guest." Raven knew her words would scare Clarke into reaching out for her help, she was never good at social media things let alone having enough game to put out into the public domain.

She started to climb out of the truck when Clarke stops her grabbing her arm, "Okay! I'll tell you…"

Raven smiles to herself as she recedes back in the truck staying silent so she wouldn't change her mind.

"We kissed."

"WHAT!?" The brunette practically screams in excitement at the tidbit of information Clarke just confessed. "Omg! The day Niylah and I went to lunch you kissed in the elevator? Is that why Niylah said you clung onto her like she was the floating door in the Titanic?"

The artist scrunches up her face in embarrassment, "I did not cling on to Niylah, I was wearing heels that day and they were hurting me!"

"Clarke, you have worn heels since high school. They don't hurt you anymore. So did you?"

Clarke sighs, "We didn't kiss that day, no." She pauses in thought, remembering their first kiss at Polis. "Our first kiss was at Polis," she says while closing her eyes waiting for Raven to connect the event.

"So that is what I walked into in the bathroom! You both looked like wild animals, out of breath and pupils dilated like saucers…so wait, then why does she like the elevator so much?" Raven scoots closer to Clarke, "and did you say first kiss? So that means there was another one in the elevator, right?!"

Clarke was smiling at her friend's enthusiasm but decides since she has told her this much, might as well elaborate. "Our first kiss was an angry kiss initiated by me at Polis, and that day in the elevator when I gracefully held onto Niylah was the first elevator encounter…" She took a deep breath, "I was standing in front of her and I felt her move so close from behind that I could feel her breath. It was so hot in there so I put my hair up and as soon as I did I felt better because there was a breeze…Only the breeze was coming from Lexa's lips. She was blowing on my neck Raven!"

Raven bit her lip and nodded her head, "Yeah! And?"

"And she was so close I could almost feel her lips on my skin. She asked me in a such a low sultry voice, 'better?' Like her blowing on my neck was on purpose! I couldn't move, I swear I thought I was going to faint. So as soon as I saw the doors were open, I ran."

Raven laughs, "you ran right into Niylah's arms!" she continues to laugh and then interjects, "Niylah said Lexa was glaring at her, assuming that she thought you two were together or something. I bet she was jealous!"

Clarke shakes her head, "Whatever Raven, do you want to hear the rest or not?"

Her best friend seals her lips with an imaginary knob and nods her head to continue.

"So the next time we were in the elevator it was just me and her, so I decided to do the same thing to her as she did to me, revenge and all. I stepped up behind her, got really close, moved her hair to the one side like she likes it and then I whispered really close to her ear the same thing she said to me."

"Damn!—" Raven begins to praise Clarke for her game but quickly shuts up once she sees blue eyes pinch at her to be quiet. She complies.

"Anyways she leans back into me unexpectedly and says 'now it is' and that's when Monty walks in nearly catching us. Then today…" Clarke pauses waiting for Raven's expected outburst but she sees her friend struggling to keep quiet with wide eyes. When she is sure she isn't going to be interrupted she proceeds, "She follows me to the elevator after I got off the phone with you. Her and Costia were laughing at me or something and she thought I walked out because of that, can you believe that? Like I would be that upset over her. Anyways, she was blocking the elevator from closing and I really had no time. I had to get to my best friend because I had no idea what happened to you, I was so worried." Clarke reaches out to hug Raven and pulls away, " So I pull her in the elevator so the doors would close. I start to tell her off, saying that this game we have been playing is over and that I think we should be professional. Then out of nowhere she shoves me against the wall and kisses me. So she initiated the second kiss. I don't stop it and it gets really heated. I end up pushing her back against the other wall and taking it a step further…" She pushes strands of hair behind her ear, " I shoved my leg in between hers, kissing her with out restraint, she wasn't complaining because I felt her grind against me so I helped her, and then I sucked and bit her neck before saying fuck you in her ear." She says the last part of her story really fast hoping to rip the band-aid off of her deviant story.

Raven sits in silence, wide eyed and mouth ajar. Clarke stares at her expectantly.

"Well?! Don't you have some snarky comment for me?!" She nudges her friend on the shoulder.

"uh… holy shit Clarke! You really told her to fuck off?" Raven's cheeks were flush from the story, not hiding that it turned her on a little bit.

"I didn't tell her to fuck off Ray, I whispered 'fuck you Lexa' into her ear. I didn't mean it like in a harsh way, I was just angry. I hate that she makes me feel this way and that I can't control myself. It's so heated that it just felt right. You know like when we call each other bitch? And we both don't mean it like in a bad way. Well I felt like I said it to her in a good way, like a challenge or something… I don't know! Maybe I didn't say it right, I…shit." She looks down at her hands.

"No, no Clarke, you did so good! Like holy shit, who knew you had it in you! Like your story turned me on and you can't tell stories worth shit, so that means it must have been pretty damn hot! No wonder she likes elevators now." Raven chuckles while patting a few reassurance touches to Clarke's back. "But what's with all the pushing? Is it like your kink?"

Clarke chokes on nothing and punches Raven in the arm but stays silent. Maybe it is my kink…do I have kinks? I wonder what Lexa's kinks are…

"Okayyyy, so you should definitely say something playful to show her you didn't mean the fuck you in a negative way also letting her know that you aren't fazed. Yes?" She nods her head yes until her friend nods back in agreement.

"Give me your phone," She reaches her hand out. Clarke gives her a weary look, "Don't worry I won't post it until you approve." Raven assures. With that Clarke hands over her phone.

Clarke rubs her thighs nervously as Raven thinks before typing something out. Once she is done she shows her: Clarke Griffin Griffindork LXwoods Do you prefer going up or down?

She blinks at the obvious innuendo and winces in worry, "I don't know Raven, isn't that a bit forward? I mean I don't want to be a pervert."

Raven hums to herself thinking about the comment, "Maybe... I think it is a tad suggestive but it's funny! It's totally appropriate because you both have had encounters and each time you were either going up or down. So it's not too sexual unless she responds with her preference of going down. THEN it wo—

"OW!"

Clarke slaps her on the arm, "I am not sending anything! Give it back Raven!" She lunges for the phone only to land in Raven's lap as she lifts it in the air. She wiggles it at the blonde antagonizing her to try and reach it. Clarke pauses for a minute, mimicking little Simba as he approaches Zazoo. She waits… and then pounces! Pushing off her knees, she reaches out to grab the phone but her fingers miss and she ends up punching the screen with all four fingers, which sends it tumbling into the truck bed. Raven falls onto her side trying to crawl toward the phone but Clarke lays into her pulling on her body to increase her stretch for the device. They knee and jab each other, both being highly competitive.

"HAH! Success, I win!" Clarke sticks her tongue out and goes to delete the tweet when all the sudden her face falls.

"RAVEN!"

By the time Clarke looks up she finds Raven already running toward their complex without looking back. "You'll thank me later!" She hears her friend says disappearing behind the building.

The artist lets out a huge sigh, puts the phone into her pocket, grabs her bag from the cab and makes her way back to their apartment. They didn't park too far from their place so she decides to leave it. Clarke can't be too mad at her because she temporarily forgot about Octavia. She is happy to see Raven back to her old self but she knows it won't be an easy road from here.

Clarke stumbles into the apartment, happy to be home and falls onto the couch with a huff.

"Yo BITCH! What are we going to eat?!" She yells out hoping she won't have to move too far for food.

Not hearing any response Clarke's mind starts to replay the elevator scenes against her will for her to watch and writhe to. Damn you! Her phone vibrates rapidly and consecutively in her butt pocket making the blonde jump into a sitting position. Ooohoo, that was weird. Just as her thoughts were getting heated the vibration hit a little too close to home.

She looks at her phone and finds hundreds of new follows, and replies to her comment. One caught her eye: Anya Crewse AnCrew Griffindork LXwoods Do you like the Ding or Dong?

"OhmyfuckinggodRAVEN!" Clarke laughs at herself as her twitter blows up. Her profile is set to public so the numbers of her follows increase at a steady pace. Her inbox fills up with the likes of 'who the hell are you' to 'I bet she likes to go down'.

"What?!" her friend comes into the living room having just gotten out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

Clarke gets on her knees bending over the back of the couch to show Raven the conversation.

"Who is Anya? She sounds hot."

She takes her phone back to look at it and then back at Raven. "How can you say that by one comment?"

"Her comment was hot." Raven shrugs and makes her way back to her room to get dressed and calls out, "Did Lexicon reply yet?!"

Clarke sinks back into the couch scrolling through all the comments. "No, and I doubt she will! THANKS RAY!" She spits with sarcasm.


"Alycia I feel that you are detached today. I need to see your attraction to Siobhan. She is a hot celebrity and you two have some chemistry. I don't see it right now. Go again from when you see Carey walk up with Siobhan on the beach…annnndd Action."

"Hi, you must be Siobhan Fraze." Lexa tries to twinkle her eyes and deliver a small smile to Costia. "And you must be the infamous Alycia Taylor. I only came to you because McConau-gay recommended you." Lexa laughs, "I hope to not disappoint Ms. Fraze"

Costia scoffs, "Call me Siobhan, Ms. Fraze makes me sound old. Do I look old to you?" Costia lowers her shirt, like she is supposed to in the scene. Lexa looks down and pretends to be interested and swallows, "uhh, No no you don't." Costia smiles in satisfaction brushing passed Lexa deliberately hitting her boob against her arm.

Lexa exhales and finds Anya in character right behind Costia, "What? Wait… your new client is Siobhan Fraze?"

Anya walks after Costia with Lexa in tow, "Yeah, apparently she is a handful and the last few guys quit. That's when they brought in the real deal." She points to her self.

"Pshh, I'm sure you're real upset about that." They both turn to Costia who is pretending to take her clothes off to reveal her bikini underneath. They gawk and look at each other before making their way down to her.

Lexa pretends to help Costia get up on her board while sticking to the script with light flirting yet keeping some form of professionalism. Lexa's character is composed and keeps to herself mostly, so a rich girl like Siobhan is great to look at but her character isn't too phased by her suggestive antics.

"Cut! Okay that was better but really people. Lets come to the beach in a few days with a little more focus and enthusiasm. Get out of here, I'm tired of looking at your beautiful faces!" Finn waves his hand to shoo them off.

"What has gotten his panties all bunched around his balls?" Anya nudges Lexa as they collect their things.

Lexa shrugs, putting her script in her bag and tries to slip away before anyone can talk to her. She wasn't in much of a mood either. After what happened with Clarke she starts to over think. And then having to pretend to like Costia when all she wanted to do was kiss Clarke was even harder to bear.

"Hey Lex! Wait up will ya!" Anya scurries to catch up to her, "What's the matter Lexa?"

"Nothing Anya, just had an off day is all," she plasters on the best smile she can to assure her friend.

She has known Anya for a few years; she is a pretty good actress but hasn't done much with her work due to her responsibility with her family. She was always very secretive about it but Lexa never questioned her much being too focused on her own career. However Lexa is glad to have a friendly face on set, for she didn't really know anyone else besides Costia.

"Hey so what would you say to some beer and pizza at my place?" Lexa decides that it would be better to spend her time with someone rather than spending it alone thinking about Clarke.

Anya is a little surprised at the offer but accepts right away, "Yeah! That sounds good. I'll follow you?"

Lexa nods as they make their way out of the elevator. Crossing the lobby she sees Niylah talking to a gorgeous brunette. She squints her eyes in their direction but keeps walking because that is none of her business.

"Hey Anya, do you know Niylah?" Lexa nods her head over in their direction.

Anya looks over, "Yeah she is the Key Scenic and super gay. Why you dig it?"

Lexa looks at her bewildered, "What?! No. She is not my type. I'm just wondering what her story is. I've seen her around here a lot." Especially around Clarke.

They make their way outside to the parking lot, "Well I don't know much about her other than that." Anya shrugs her shoulder as she strides to her motorcycle.

Lexa slows her walk when she notices that Anya rides a custom cafe racer Moto Guzzi Le Mans 1000. "Wow… nice bike." They were all over Europe she even rode one of Filippo's but none of them looked as nice as this one.

Anya puts her helmet on, "Thanks. You ride?"

"Yes and I own a few… but none like that." Lexa approaches Anya on her bike walking around to observe the fine Italian leather seat, forest green paint job and gold accent. It was a fine looking piece of machinery. "Did you customize it?"

"My grandfather left it to me, he was a collector and this was his favorite because he customized it himself." She reaches into the middle of the motorcycle to insert her key into a metal plate labeled Moto Guzzi. Anya revs the engine signaling to Lexa to stop drooling and get a move on.

The pizza was delivered and they are currently watching Broad City in a room that contains all things electronic you could ever want. The projector displays a sixty-inch picture on a movie screen wall. A huge couch sat in front of it making a U shape and in the middle housed an array of pillows and cushions to sit on. Lexa leans back against the couch utterly full of the veggie pizza they insisted have every vegetable they had on top. It's been a few hours since she's checked her phone so she hops up off the floor to dig her phone out of her bag. Thinking of only one thing—Clarke.

"Holy shit…" Lexa scrolls through all the comments and notifications on her phone.

"Whart?" Anya asks with her mouth full.

"Gross Anya, you just spit broccoli out of your mouth!" Lexa looks at her in disgust and is surprised that Anya can still be eating after having four slices to her two.

"Sho What Levxa!" She swallows, "What's so holy about your phone, did you see Griffin's response to your tweet, better yet did you see mine?!" Anya busts out laughing remembering tweeting it during the meeting.

Lexa scrolls down under her tweet to find Clarke's comment: Griffindork Do you prefer going up or down?

Her cheeks flush as she scrolls down further to find Anya's comment. "Oh Anya that is gross. You two are just perverts!" She picks up a pillow and throws it at Anya mid bite causing the pizza to smash into her face. The pillow bounces off her face and falls into the pizza box letting Lexa see her mastery. "OH Anya! Hahaha" She keels over in laughter while Anya sits there frozen as the pizza falls from her nose and chin into her lap. "That…is SO not funny Lexa! You wasted perfectly good pizza!" She whines.

"Whatever, you deserve it! 'Do I like dings or dongs? What the hell does that even mean?" Lexa asks while laughing.

Anya is wiping her face off with a napkin when she responds, "Do you know what a ding dong is? Or a dong? Well little Lexa, a ding-dong is another word for dick and the term dong usually refers to a double-sided dildo. It's a simple question, do you like dicks or dongs Lexa?" She tries to ask her friend with a serious face but can't keep it straight for long because the look Lexa gives her is priceless.

Lexa has stopped laughing while listening to Anya's twisted humor. Her face contorts into a confused flabbergast and instead of replying she grabs another pillow and throws it at her head but this time Anya was ready for it and snatches it before it hits her.

"Whatever Lexa! Clarke's comment was just as dirty! So tell me, why did you declare to the world that you enjoy elevators, it's because of Clarke isn't it?" Anya puts the pillow into her lap displaying her genuine interest in her answer.

Lexa barely hears her because she scrolled back up to Clarke's comment and clicked on her profile. Her icon is of her playing a guitar and the banner is of a painting, which she assumes is a Griffin original. So she plays the guitar and paints.
She is completely engrossed, mapping who Clarke is in her head, she doesn't notice the pillow Anya slung her way and just as she was about to click on her media the pillow collides with her face knocking her backwards.

"Aghh!" She uses her abs to stop her from hitting the floor, pops back up with force and glares at her friend. "Hey!" rubbing her face, "That hurt!"

"Whatever, payback is a bitch. Bitch." Anya says with a smile.

"Are you going to reply to Clarke? I've seen the way you act around each other, it's hard to watch sometimes. That elevator ride the other day was really intense."

Lexa whips her head from her phone to look at Anya in horror, "What are you talking about?"

Her friend laughs out loud, "Don't act so surprised, there were three other girls in there with you two. It's hard not to notice anything in a small metal box Lexa. You were practically devouring her."

The brunette turns completely tomato not realizing she was being obvious at all but thinking back on it now she was centimeters away from Clarke hovering over her like a vulture. She groans at that notion, "Oh man! I'm such an idiot!"

Anya laughs again, "No you aren't, from what I saw she was really enjoying it. I mean she could barely stand!"

"Really?" Lexa can't hide her excitement, she didn't even attempt to.

"Yes Lexa really!" she says completely amused by the situation. "So you should reply to her comment on Twitter."

Lexa's face fell with concern, "I can't. I wouldn't know what to say…" Anya scooted closer to Lexa on the floor. "That's why I'm here you idiot!" She jokes.

She smiles at the ease in which they are getting along. She never thought about Anya as someone that she would feel comfortable with but then again she was so trapped within herself she never noticed how much alike her and Anya were.

"So you've already started it right? Let me see your phone." She extends her hand out flapping her fingers to usher. As soon as Lexa hands her the phone she opens the app, "Wow Lexa, your fan base is trending #elevatorstories!" Anya laughs out loud while reading a few.

"Hear this one out, this girl said that one time her and her boss were stuck in an elevator. It was a tall building so it felt like eternity, it got really hot inside and all of the sudden her boss cornered her whispering suggestive things—her boss was a fine stud woman by the way Lexa!— she said that they ended up fucking before they even turned the power on and reached the top floor smelling like sex." Anya fans herself off while scrolling through other stories.

"Should we let your fan base hear your story?" she teases.

Lexa is sitting with her legs crossed hugging a pillow tightly, "Uh—" She clears her throat, "No! That is way too much information. That girl should be careful, her boss might see her post."

"Okay, then we reply with something more subtle. How about…." Anya types a response in her phone: Lexa Woods LXwoods Giffindork That depends on who I am riding with.

Anya leans over to show Lexa before sending it out, "How about that?"

Lexa scrunches her face in doubt; she grabs the phone, looks at it and looks back at Anya. She then sighs and presses post. "If I end up regretting this, it's on your head!" she whacks Anya with the pillow and they both fall back into laughter.


Clarke and Raven chose to eat at a café down the road from their apartment complex, they always had good coffee drinks and sandwiches. They specialized in vegan everything, which was interesting to Clarke and disgusting for Raven.

"Everything here tastes so healthy! Where is the grease? Where is the msg? I'm starving and I'm eating Clarke… this place is a paradox." Raven says biting into her vegan burger.

"You can't tell me that what you're eating isn't delicious! And besides, we aren't going to look this good forever Ray, think about your future mechanic body blubbering around in your shop. You wouldn't be able to lift anything on set let alone build it!" Clarke leans back in her chair and sips her iced coffee.

Raven squints at her and takes a gnarly bite out of her stupid healthy burger and gives her a wide nasty smile full of avocado, black bean patty, spinach, tomato, and hummus.

Clarke laughs at her best friend, "You're so sexy" she jokes.

Ding

Clarke picks up her phone from the table and swipes to read her notification. She swallows too quickly leaving a painful gulp of cold liquid barreling down her throat, her eyes are wide and she can't smile fast enough.

"What is it? You start your period?" Raven laughs at herself.

"No, gross. Shut up, Lexa replied to my- your tweet!" Her smile creeps further upon her cheeks as she shows Raven her phone across the table.

"You two are now officially flirting under the radar!" she comments, "No need to thank me Griffin. If you end up together tell her I like the three M's: motorcycles, money, and models." She winks sitting up straight as she boasts her shoulders.

Clarke laughs at her annoyingly confident best friend, "Yeah, I'll let her know."

After their meal they start walking back to their apartment, "So, how are your props coming?" Clarke tries to make small talk to lead up to her ultimate worry. She knows Raven has been thinking about Octavia using her situation to hide behind, so she just wants to make sure she is okay.

Their arms are locked together by their elbow pits, as Raven likes to call them, and they stroll slowly down the four blocks back to their complex.

"Yeah, they are ready for the beach set. We are supposed to go with you guys to the Santa Monica shore in a few days to test them out. You're coming right?"

Clarke has been waiting for beach day; she wouldn't miss seeing Lexa in her wet suit and bikini. Most of her sketches have been of that exact scene and figuring out how accurate her fantasy is, well let's just say it is a über must!

"Yeah, Indra wants me to sketch while we are there."

"Don't sound too excited Clarke, I might think you want to see all those cast ladies half naked." She nudges into her.

She blushes knowing damn well she wants to see all that, it's her job. "So you are going into work tomorrow?"

Raven hesitates with her walk for a half step but keeps her stride, "Uh yeah. I will." She keeps it short thinking about what she has to do tomorrow; whom she has to see. Clearing her throat she quickens their pace, not really wanting to talk about it. Because the more she thinks about it the more she wants to run away. It's not easy controlling a beating heart when all it wants to do is spill itself all over the floor. Raven keeps things close to chest; she isn't a person who shows her truth. The only person who has even seen glimpses is Clarke and even then she doesn't know most of it.

"So are you excited for gun training tomorrow?" Lexa asks while cleaning up the pizza pillow and company.

Anya falls back on the couch, having taken a break from watching the dumb bitches in Broad City. "Yeah, I've shot a gun before but they want me to roll around and tackle things, pull out my gun and look like I know what I am doing."

Lexa laughs imagining her doing that, "Show me what you got, there are plenty of pillows. Might as well practice right?"

Anya grins, stands up on the couch and somersaults into the pile of pillows that line the floor. She tucks and rolls, grabs a pillow mid roll, opens herself up at the end to land on her knee and slings the pillow forward before cupping her hand like a pistol. The pillow slings across the room, "Next one goes between the eyes asshole!"

Lexa dodges the pillow with her hands full, "Ah!" she laughs out loud being fully entertained. "Yeah tomorrow might help with your execution, I feel it felt a little unfocused Anya. Try showing more emotion, I can't relate to your character." She uses Finn's directing voice mockingly.

Anya chuckles "Wait, please. Let me try again. I promise I will get it right this time." Her voice mimics Fox's voice. She gets back up on the couch and takes off her shirt. She repeats her somersault and flips her hair dramatically at the end with a fierce glare toward an invisible intruder, "Get on your hands and knees before I dominate your asshole!" She says in a deep sexual voice then busts out laughing, failing miserably at keeping a straight sexy face.

Lexa's eyes bug out of her head at the sudden half naked girl in the room but she ultimately buckles at the waist into a fit of laughter. "Oh my gosh, I think you hit your mark on that one! I am going to throw this away, want a beer?"

Anya scrambles back over the pillows to grab her shirt, "Yarp, beer please!"

Carrying the pizza boxes she shakes her head at her friend. She thinks she could get used to her company, she hasn't had a best friend before. The constant drag of being a child actor into an adult one doesn't bode well for friendships. At lease none that can be fostered or kept for more than half a year. This one felt different, she felt like she could trust her. Smiling to herself she makes sure to do this more often.

Lexa thinks about the next few days where she will have workouts and surf lessons. They will be working the beach scene in three days time. Anya has shooting lessons, Lexa, Echo and Fox have surf lessons, Costia and Ontari will also be participating but more so prepping pretty by hair and makeup to see what looks best on the beach and what will withstand the wind and water. Monty will be dressing them while Finn works with Clarke to find the best shots and positions to film.

Finn outlined the whole week during the meeting but all Lexa could think about was how Clarke would look in a bikini on the beach. She wonders if she would wear one, or if she would choose shorts instead with a nice top. Just thinking about it makes her squeeze her legs together. She throws away the pizza box, grabs two beers and jogs back upstairs to hang out with her newfound friend, hoping that the next three days goes by quickly.