A/N Soo here's a good sized chapter and it's a mostly light and happy chapter. My favorite due (Lexa and Octavia) are back! I love writing the Clexa scenes but I love writing the Lexa/Octavia scenes because I love their friendship and really wish they would've become friends on the show. Clexa+Octavia are pretty much unstoppable! I'm still on crutches, really sick, and now even sicker with a mystery medical thing, but at least I've had plenty of time to write (two updates within 20 minutes of each other!)

As always, enjoy and please review to let me know what you like/don't like! :)

Chapter Seven: The First Snow

I spent a week in bed. I went out for Rylie's funeral, where I was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. Half of the high school was there. He had made an impression on each and every one of them. He thought he was invisible, but he was anything but that.

Clarke had aced her test, which shocked her because she spent more time making sure I wouldn't slip away than she did studying. I was grateful, but I also felt guilty.

"Lexa! Clarke!" Octavia danced into the bedroom with Clarke trailing behind her. I sat up in bed. "Jesus, Lexa. You look like crap! But anyhow, do you know what day it is?!"

Jeez, she was way too excited!

"November first?" Clarke asked.

"No! Well, yes. But what I mean is that it's exactly one month from the winter ball!"

I groaned, flopping face first back in bed.

"No, nope, no way in hell." She grasped my hand, trying to literally pull me off the bed. I whined, grasping at anything to keep me on the bed.

"O!" Clarke snapped. "She's going through some pretty bad shit. Just leave her be."

"She's been in bed for a week, Clarke!"

"She eats, she drinks, she bathes, she talks. She needs to rest and recover. She's emotionally drained." I felt a hand rub my back rhythmically.

"She needs to get out and live her life. She's had a week, Clarke. But she needs to try to move on, which sounds like a really crappy thing to say, but it's the truth. Plus, I'm really missing our walks to the coffee shop. Today I had to trek to the shop in the first snowfall of the year and then walk here in the snow. It's ridiculous!"

Snow?!

"No fucking way!" I rolled out of bed, knocking Octavia down.

"Fuck you, Lexa," she hissed, rubbing her elbow.

I yanked the curtains open and gasped. The sky, already starting to turn dark, had white flakes falling rapidly from it. I could barely see the street, the snow was so thick. The ground was white and I couldn't actually tell where the street was and where the sidewalks were. The plow trucks hadn't been out yet.

"No! Why?! No!"

Clarke and Octavia burst out laughing, but I was too busy gaping at the stupid white fluff and having a mini-temper tantrum. "Why? Why? Ugh!"

"Oh, Lexa," Octavia giggled. "You're not too happy with the snow, are you?"

"Snow is freaking pointless!"

"It's pretty," Clarke defended.

"It's cold!"

Clarke shrugged and Octavia looked like an excited puppy. "It's snow! It's pretty, it's fun! Snow ball fights, building snow forts, snow angels, sledding, skiing…"

"If you even throw a snow ball at me, Octavia Blake, it will be the last thing you ever throw."

Clarke doubled over laughing and Octavia scowled.

"Party pooper."

"Asshole."

"Over-dramatic fool!"

"Fake ringleader!"

"Drama Queen!"

"You already called me that!"

"No I didn't! I called you an over-dramatic fool!"

"Same thing!"

"Is not!"

"OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!" Clarke yelled, fighting a smile. "You two are so freaking ridiculous!"

"We're not ridiculous!" Octavia and I shouted back at the exact same time. Eyes widening, we looked at each other. "Woah."

"You two should not be allowed near each other, you know. You're terrible!"

"We're not that bad," I frowned.

"You are," Clarke giggled.

I rolled my eyes. "Clarke, you're the party pooper."

Octavia shook her head. "You are, too, Lex."

"Am not!"

"Are to!"

"What the hell, guys?" Clarke crossed her arms over her chest, scowling murderously. "Like, seriously. Stop bickering!"

"Fuck you, Clarke."

"Hey!" I snapped. "You can't say fuck you to my girlfriend!"

"She was my best friend before she even knew you!"

My eyes narrowed. "You want to play that game, huh? How much longer did you know Clarke than I did?"

She shrugged. "Like, two or three months maybe?" she looked to Clarke and she shrugged helplessly.

"That means that Clarke should be closer to you then?"

"Lexa?" Clarke's voice rose nervously.

Octavia nodded.

"Well, then. I've known Lincoln since I was around two or three. He was a few years older than me so we didn't actually start spending time together until I was seven and he was eleven. But, you know. I've known him for around fourteen years longer than you have. We used to have mud baths and swing through the trees together. He was actually my first kiss on the lips, you know."

Clarke gasped and Octavia gagged.

"Don't worry—it was a dare. Costia and Nyko dared me to kiss him. And then Lincoln dared me to kiss Costia…"

"Huh," Clarke murmured.

I hugged her from behind, kissing her neck. "Don't worry, Klark. You're the only one I have feelings like that for."

She sighed, leaning back into me. Octavia gagged, shooting us a smirk. "I'm going to crash on your couch so I don't have to trek through the snow in the dark. But please, please, put a freaking sock or something on the doorknob if you're going to fuck. I really don't want to walk in on something that will scar me for the rest of my life." With that, she practically skipped out of the room.

Clarke and I laughed, like really laughed. She went and opened the top drawer of the dresser.

"Since when do you put pajamas in that drawer?" I asked in confusion.

"I'm not looking for PJs."

I frowned. "What the hell are you looking for, then?"

She gave me her up-to-no-good smile. "I'm looking for a sock."