A/N So I tried something new, don't hate me if it sucks. I'm so used to writing in teenage/young adult girls POV (Clexa, Octavia) so writing a chapter of a late 40s/early 50s yr old man (Jake) was a lot harder than I thought it'd be...but be prepared for sassy Lexa/Octavia/Raven!

Chapter 16: Storm Days

Jake

"And this is the best coffee place in town," Raven said, leading me into the quaint little shop. Huh. Definitely better than any shops in Alaska. And warmer. And fuller. The place was packed.

"Raven!"

Octavia leaned over the counter desperately. "Help! We've been packed like this since opening! Like fuck, I just had to give Harper the day off! And Lexa the whole week off! Please, please, please help me!"

The girl beside me shook her head. "I'm a mechanic, not a barista, Blake."

She groaned. "Reyes!"

She held up her hands. "I'll call Lexa."

"Dude, no! Today is her first day off!"

She waved her hand, nearly smacking me in the process. "Abby has Clarke working brutal hours today, so Lexa ain't doing anything important."

What? Abby was making Clarke work two days after her engagement?

"Wait, what? Why?" Octavia sounded just as confused as me.

"Abby hates Lexa more than anyone in the world," was Raven's explanation.

"How could anyone hate Lexa?"

She shrugged. "Lexa isn't afraid to tell Abby what she thinks. Plus, Clarke chooses Lexa's side—with good reason, too—so Abby hates her and she gave Clarke extra hours to prevent her and Lexa from spending time together."

"Okay. So, call poor Lexa and ask her to come in—tell her I'll pay double. And then give me Abby's number so I can give that bitch a piece of my mind."

Raven huffed but walked away from the congested counter to speak without the noise. I edged closer to the counter and pulled out my phone and a pen, writing my ex-wife's number on the napkin. "Here you go," I handed the napkin to the frazzled brunette. "Abby's number. I'm going to give her a call, too. Lexa doesn't deserve that. She's a sweetheart."

Octavia nodded. "Everyone besides Abby loves her."

Raven returned, cramming herself into the tight space. "Lexa's coming, Harper's joining her. They were having a movie marathon when I called them."

Octavia nodded. "I feel so bad. They both had the day off. But if you would've come helped me, then I wouldn't have to of had you summon them."

Raven just rolled her eyes.

…

Twenty minutes later, I heard Octavia shout in a very relieved voice, "Harper! Lexa! You two are life savers!"

I immediately searched for the girls, well mainly Lexa.

"Raven, hold my coat." Harper stalked over to us, pulling the navy coat off the literally throwing it on Raven.

"I'm not a coat rack, Harper!" Raven complained.

"After calling us into work during this snow storm, you are." Lexa spoke up, appearing behind Harper. Harper laughed and I couldn't help but grin. Lexa peeled off her coat, tossing it at Raven. Then she pulled off the white beanie off her head, smoothing her hair and tossing at Raven as well. "I swear, you better stay until the end of the day, because I'm not taking the chance of anybody stealing my belongings."

"And you're driving us home. I'm walking in that storm again."

With that, the two of them turned and walked away to go help Octavia with the gaggle of people who wanted coffee and hot chocolates and snacks to get them through the storm.

….

"Oh my God, that was on hell of a day," Octavia groaned as the final customer walked out of the shop. She hurried to the door, turning the open sign so it said closed. "Harper, Lexa, thank you so much! I'm so, so sorry to have to call you here."

Harper shrugged. "It's fine. You're our friend, we're here when you need us."

"Yeah. And don't worry about having to pay double, you needed help, we were here."

Octavia smiled, giving Lexa a big hug. "You are my favorite person right now."

"Hey, I was here, too missy!" Harper complained but smiled anyway. With a laugh, Octavia held and arm out and Harper squealed and went in for a hug.

"Okay, let's just go," Raven complained, holding the girls winter attire out. "I want to be able to get home before midnight."

"Raven…it's only just after seven," Lexa said slowly, walking over to grab her coat and beanie.

"But it's dark."

"Still early."

"Whatever."

Lexa gently started pushing Raven towards the door. "Okay, okay! I get it, Lexa, you're ready to go!"

I chuckled, following the girls out to the car. "Get in the back, Harper!" Grumbling, Harper climbed way in the back of the minivan, Octavia and Lexa climbed into the middle, while I sat in the front. Raven started the car, driving too fast on the icy road for my liking. And she pulled into a parking garage to what I assumed was Lexa and Clarke's apartment. Sure enough, they all besides Raven got out. I pulled my suitcases from the trunk.

"I got it," Lexa appeared beside me, grabbing one of the suitcases. I wanted to argue, but from the look on her face, I knew better so I just hauled the other one, following them out into the snow briefly, and into the warm lobby. Lexa led us to an elevator and up to their apartment.

The apartment smelled wonderful—like vanilla—and everything was definitely a mix of both girls. It wasn't a huge mess like Clarke, but it wasn't immaculate like Lexa—it was a perfect medium. The walls were a soft maroon, which was definitely Lexa. Leather couches, also Lexa. The marble kitchen was all Clarke, before I moved to Alaska, before she moved out of my house I owned, she always mentioned how the kitchen should have marble countertops because marble looked so much better. The kitchen was well organized, which was very Lexa. Clarke hated order. The table was square, also being Clarke since Lexa had a hatred of cornered tables—she'd walked into too many of them. The huge TV was Lexa, along with the DVR and DVD player. The recliner was very much Clarke. It was a nice little apartment from what I could see of it.

Lexa headed to a room, opening it and pulling the suitcase in after her. I followed her into the room. It was a nice room compared to what I had in Alaska. There was a bed and heat, that's all I could ask for.

"Lexa! I'm hungry!"

"Then make something, O!" she called back, heading towards the other girl's voice. Octavia frowned once we reached her. "Seriously, O? You are more than capable to make something to eat."

She continued to pout.

"Fine. I have to make sure Clarke has food to eat when she gets home from Abby Working her to death."

She headed to the kitchen and I followed. "You were working all day today, too," I pointed out.

She shrugged.

"Go, sit. I'll make food."

She shook her head. "Jake…"

"Lexa. Go, sit."

With a sigh, she nodded finally, walking over to sit beside Octavia. They turned the TV on and harper joined them on the couch. I smiled as I began cooking. I was happy that Lexa was finally happy. She really deserved it.