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How weird was it that Clarke had to sleep in the same bed as the girl that she'd just so fervently kissed?

Even though Lexa had insisted that she'd sleep on the floor tonight, Clarke had adamantly refused. They were both at fault for the kiss happening - Clarke had initiated it, after all. So Lexa couldn't be the one to sleep on the floor when they were both guilty.

Neither of them could sleep, though. They stayed still, afraid that if they moved, the other one would go away and, despite the guilt, it was the last thing they wanted.

Clarke kept thinking. Hard. She thought about her relationship with Bellamy, and how she had irremediably damaged it this week, even beyond the kiss from the previous night. She kept thinking about what had pushed her to do something so foolish. She tried to blame it on the alcohol in her system, but she knew that that wasn't the reason she had kissed Lexa.

She had kissed Lexa, and Lexa had kissed her back, and they probably wouldn't have stopped if it hadn't been for Raven catching them.

Speaking of Raven, Clarke thought back to the girl's reaction. She had been angry at first, because Clarke was cheating on one of her best friends. However, she managed to calm down and tried to get an explanation out of Clarke. Except Clarke didn't have one, at least not a good one.

Raven told Clarke that it would be best if she went home, and she had promised to call the blonde in the morning. Raven hadn't seemed really angry. Just… really disappointed.

Suddenly, Lexa's voice broke the thick silence. "Clarke? Are you asleep?"

Clarke sighed, but refused to turn to face the brunette. "How could I be?"

"I'm sorry."

"I was the one who initiated remember?"

"Yeah, but I should have pulled away immediately. I knew you had a boyfriend and, at that moment, I didn't care."

"Clearly, I didn't care either." This time, Clarke rolled onto her side to face Lexa, and the brunette did the same.

Their faces only inches apart, Clarke immediately regretted that she hadn't slept on the floor. "We can't change what happened, but we can prevent it from happening again."

Lexa seemed thoughtful for a minute before she said, "You're right. I don't want to get in the way of you and Bellamy. He seems like a good guy, despite the fact that he doesn't trust me."

"He is. I don't want to hurt him."

"I should find someplace else to stay."

"You should, but that doesn't mean I want you to." Clarke stared into green eyes and begged, "Stay here. Please. As my friend."

Lexa stared right back at blue eyes for a moment, and then gave in. "Okay. I'll stay." She then stared at Clarke's lips and added, "I'll sleep on the floor though from now on."

Clarke didn't argue this time. She knew it was best for them.

"Goodnight, Clarke."

"Goodnight, Lexa."

Though she knew they had made the right decision, to just stay friends, that didn't prevent her heart from shattering. Needless to say, neither of them slept soundly that night.

"I know, Raven, I know. I messed up."

"Big time, Clarke! Bellamy's a great guy."

Clarke was exasperated, although it was more at herself than at Raven. "Don't you think I know that? I don't know how I'm even supposed to look him in the eye now."

"Well you better think of something. Fast. Because we have a triple date tonight and if you cancel, he'll ask questions. After your fight yesterday, I don't think that's what you guys need right now."

"You heard about that?" Clarke was genuinely surprised. News traveled fast in their group of friends and privacy was a foreign concept. But this fast?

"Octavia told me after I asked why Bellamy was so grumpy last night," Raven explained. "What are you going to do? Are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know…" She had no idea what to do. She didn't want to lie to him, but she also didn't want to hurt him.

"I think he deserves the truth, Clarke. Plus, he'll probably find out by accident eventually. You should be the one to tell him."

Clarke knew Raven would keep her secret, but she was right. He would eventually find out.

"Fine, I'll tell him. After our date tonight. I don't want to ruin it for you guys. I barely got to talk to Wick last night."

"Okay. Just tell me how it goes, okay?"

"I will," Clarke promised and with that, she hung up. She was in the bathroom while Lexa was still sleeping in her bed – at least that's where she was when the blonde had left her. Her mom had to work today but her father would probably be home all day. That meant that Clarke and Lexa had to stay either in Clarke's bedroom or someplace else.

Clarke got out of the bathroom and went back to her room. Lexa had woken up and was getting dressed, so she was half naked, her back turned to Clarke.

Clarke blushed furiously and apologized, confused. "Oh sorry." She left her room hurriedly and leaned on the door after closing it. Her father came out of his own room and waved to his daughter.

"Hey, sweetie. You're up early."

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep."

"Too bad. So, how did it go last night?"

"Uh, it was fun." Clarke blushed even more, but her father didn't ask questions.

"Good. I'll make breakfast. Your mom should be up soon so we'll eat breakfast together."

"Actually, I'm not feeling so great. I think I'll just stay in my room and grab something later."

"Oh, okay." Her father headed downstairs after kissing her on the cheek.

Clarke heard a soft knock on her door and she knew it was safe for her to enter. Trying to push away the thoughts of Lexa naked in her bedroom, she went back inside. The brunette stood there, dressed and uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were changing."

"It's okay. It's your room, you can enter in any time you want." Lexa's blush wouldn't leave her face.

Clarke didn't say anything, instead just going to sit in front of her piano. That gave Lexa an idea. "So I know you're a musician, but I've never heard you play."

"I mostly play for myself. I get really self-conscious when I have an audience." Clarke averted her eyes from the brunette's.

"Oh… okay, I understand." Lexa seemed disappointed.

"Do you want me to play something for you?"

Lexa's head perked up. "But you just said that-"

"I know," Clarke interrupted her, "but I can make an exception for you, Lexa."

Really? After you just agreed to stay friends with her? What is wrong with you?

Clarke started playing the piano and Lexa stood beside her, amazed. She couldn't stop staring at her fingers and how they gracefully moved from one chord to another. Lexa was even more hypnotized when Clarke started singing. The blonde had a raspy voice, but it was truly beautiful.

When the song finished, Lexa felt a single tear rolling down her eye.

Oh my god. I'm such a cliché.

Four days ago, she still was the heartless commander, and now she was crying over a song. How stupid was that?

She could almost hear Titus in the distance saying, 'This girl makes you weak, Heda'. But the great thing about this world was that there was room for weakness. Especially for weaknesses like love.

Wait a minute… Love? Don't you think that's a rushed?

But it wasn't. Lexa wasn't the type of girl to fall in love step by step. She, like Clarke, believed in love at first sight, a love that was passionate and infuriating. She had felt that last night with Clarke. Passion and even hunger.

Clarke's mom knocked on her door, startling them both. "Clarke? Are you sure you don't want to eat anything for breakfast?"

"Yes, I'm sure mom. I'll grab something when I feel better," Clarke called back.

They heard Abby return to the kitchen and Lexa let out a relieved sigh. "You know, it's really stressful to be the intruder."

"An intruder is someone nobody wants, but I want you here."

Their gazes locked once again and Lexa wondered briefly if Clarke was torturing her on purpose. Maybe it was in her nature to accidentally flirt with people. Lexa wasn't an expert at flirting, but she could easily tell that that was what Clarke was doing.

Clarke was the one to break eye contact and she cleared her throat. "So, what do you want to do this morning?"

After mostly making awkward small talk and avoiding eye contact for a while, they both decided to eat something. Clarke went full ninja mode and grabbed food without her parents noticing anything.

After a little while, they heard knocking on Clarke's door again.

"Honey? Can we come in?" It was her father who was speaking.

Lexa and Clarke's eyes widened and Lexa quickly started panicking. Clarke pointed to her closet and whispered, "Hide! Quick!"

Lexa did as she was told and hid in the closet, as quickly as she could without making too much noise.

"It's open," Clarke invited her parents to come in.

Abby and Jake came in and sat on Clarke's bed. Her father spoke first, "Honey, are you mad at us for the other day?"

"I still blame you for not giving Lexa a chance, yes."

Her mom looked down and asked carefully, "Is this why you've been locking yourself up in your room lately?"

"No, it's not." Her mother flashed her a doubtful gaze. "Really. I've just been really tired lately with school and everything."

"We know you didn't go to school on Thursday." It was her father who spoke again.

"Yeah, I felt sick. Like this morning." She knew it was a lame excuse, but she couldn't think of anything else right now, with Lexa hiding in her closet.

Her mother put her hand on Clarke's forehead. "I don't think you have fever. Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah, don't worry. I might have just caught a virus or something," Clarke said, trying to reassure her mother.

Her father took her hand and said, "We've been thinking with your mother and we came to the conclusion that maybe we had judged this girl too fast."

"Lexa," Clarke interrupted him.

"What?"

"Her name is Lexa."

Her father flashed her a confused look. "Yeah, we judged Lexa too fast."

Her mom explained, "We want to have her for dinner. That way, we can get to know her, or at least what she remembers about herself. And if we come to trust her, then we can help her find her family."

"We already tried, but I think it's pointless. Nobody seems to know her." They couldn't afford Clarke's parents to dig into Lexa's past, they'd find nothing because she hadn't ever existed in this world. Clarke's heart warmed up at the thought of her parents making an effort for her, though. It was nice of them.

"Maybe you didn't look in the right places. We can have her photo broadcast on local television."

Clarke didn't know what to say, so she changed the subject. "I think she'll be glad to have dinner with you. Thanks."

Her father squeezed her hand and he and Abby returned downstairs again. Once it was safe, Lexa got out of the closet. "Really? Dinner? What am I supposed to say to them?"

"Don't worry, we'll make something up. We'll sort of create a bit of your background and for the rest… You technically have amnesia so it shouldn't be a problem," Clarke reassured her.

"Right."

It was already late in the afternoon when Clarke realized she had to get ready for the triple date. She wasn't looking forward to it because she didn't know exactly where she stood with Bellamy, but she quickly dressed and applied some make up then grabbed her coat and left. She had left Lexa some movies on her iPad, with headphones. At first, when she had shown Lexa how to use it, it had been a disaster, but the brunette quickly caught up and after a few trials, she knew how to use it.

Raven had told them to come straight to the theater, where they would watch a movie before then going to the restaurant to get the chance to talk. When Clarke got there, Raven and Wick were already there, looking for which movie they would see.

"Hey guys!" she greeted them as she approached.

"Hi Clarke! You're early for once," Raven teased the blonde.

Clarke flashed Wick a smile before turning to her friend. "Really? I thought I was late."

"Oh so that explains it." Raven smirked.

After a little more teasing, they spotted Octavia's car pulling up in the parking lot and she, Lincoln and Bellamy got out of the car. The couple greeted them and Bellamy placed a kiss on Clarke's cheek before pulling away and smiling at the others.

Clarke immediately thought back to the kiss she had shared with Lexa and felt guilt flooding her mind. She had promised Raven she would tell him, and she would. After the date.

They ended up choosing to see a comedy and everyone seemed to have a good time. In the parking lot, after they chose the restaurant, Octavia offered, not so subtly, "Bell, you can go in Clarke's car. That way you won't bother me when Lincoln and I kiss."

Clarke and Bellamy shared an uncomfortable glance before Bellamy said, "Sure."

They got into Clarke's car and the blonde drove, following Raven's car. The first part of the ride happened in an awkward silence, neither of them wanting to be the first one to apologize. When the silence became unbearable, Clarke finally said, "I'm sorry. About yesterday."

Bellamy briefly looked at her before he muttered, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gotten angry like that. It was stupid."

"Yes, it was." Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows. "But it was also stupid of me to not tell you the truth."

"So we're both stupid then." Clarke glanced at him and they both chuckled.

"What a great couple we make," Clarke joked.

"We're a perfect match," Bellamy said seriously, though he was smiling a little.

Clarke shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but didn't have time to say anything because they were finally reaching the restaurant.

Dinner was a little less awkward for the two of them, though Clarke was growing nervous as she wondered how Bellamy would react at what she was about to tell him after the date.

Everyone was having fun and Wick seemed like a good fit in their group. He was nice and truly seemed to care a lot about Raven. Everyone liked him and Raven was visibly relieved, because Wick seemed to like everyone as well.

Once they were almost kicked out of the restaurant for being too loud, they said goodbye and went their separate ways. Clarke drove Bellamy back to his house. Once they got there, and both of them had gotten out of the car, they were alone. Octavia was driving Lincoln back to his house.

Clarke was the one to break the silence. "Bellamy, I think we need to talk."

"I agree," he replied. "Clarke… I've been meaning to tell you for a while now… This past few months have been great and I've never felt so happy. I know the last few days have made things a little tense between us, but I really want you to know that it doesn't matter. Because I'll always be there for you, Clarke. I love you."

Clarke was stunned. Of all things Bellamy could say, she had not expected that.

Oh my god, I'm about to break his heart.

In that moment, Clarke realized the huge mistake she had made by dating her best friend. She was about to lose her boyfriend, but mostly, she was about to lose her confidant, who had been with her since she was five. They had been best friends almost all their lives and she was about to throw all that away.

She felt tears in her eyes, but she said it anyway. "Bellamy… There's something you need to know." Bellamy's smile instantly fell and his face looked worried. "Last night… I was really angry at you and I had a few drinks and I…" She stopped, unable to continue.

"And you what, Clarke?" Bellamy's voice was strained now, contrasting with his sweet voice from when he had said those three words just a moment ago.

"I-I.." Tears rolled freely down her face now. "I kissed Lexa."

Bellamy stood still, as if he had been frozen on the spot. Clarke tried to reach out to him, but that seemed to break him out of his daze and he quickly stepped back.

"Bellamy, I'm so sorry. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing". Lie, she'd known exactly what she was doing. She simply hadn't thought of the consequences. "I'm not trying to make any excu-"

"Do you regret it?" Bellamy interrupted her, surprising both of them.

"I…"

"Answer me!" Bellamy snapped.

"I regret that I hurt you," Clarke answered quietly.

"But you don't regret kissing her?" It wasn't that much of a question, but more like a statement.

Clarke didn't answer, knowing there was no need since Bellamy already knew the answer.

Just before he turned around and retreated back into his house, he spat at her, "Don't bother coming tomorrow. You and I are done."

Clarke watched him helplessly as he closed the front door behind him. She couldn't stop crying, but knew she had to go back to her house. She tried to dry her tears, though she was unsuccessful. Through clouded vision, she checked the time on her phone. Midnight.

Happy Valentine's Day, Clarke.

A/N: Poor Clarke :'(

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