It will be me before it's you (And that's okay)

Chapter 9

"Clarke would you just stay still? For once? Jesus Christ!"

"I can't stay still, Raven, when you're hurting me!"

"I'm not hurting you, stop being a little pussy ass bitch!"

"You're being a dickhead" Clarke murmured

"Asshat"

"Knob gobbler"

"Bitchass"

"Oh how original" Clarke rolled her eyes

"You may have muted yourselves but don't you dare think for one minute I don't know what you're saying you two" Abby warned through the phone.

It had taken all day on Sunday to find a dress that Clarke actually liked and fit into. On the final hour, Clarke's mother had called her on her lunch break to help out. It was strictly panic stations, and Clarke hated herself for leaving it until the day before to think about needing a dress. For some reason, Clarke didn't want to settle on something that would 'just do'. Raven stepped away from Clarke and unmuted the FaceTime.

"Good god" Abby said

"Jesus Griffin. Your tits look banging" Raven said before pausing "I meant the younger Griffin."

Abby scolded her "that is my daughter! I was going to say that that colour suits your eyes so well dear. You look beautiful"

"Yeah that's what I meant" Raven nodded "it still confuses me that you're stressing this much about this. You're going as her carer. Nobody really gives a rats ass."

Clarke shrugged "I still want to look nice"

There was an awkward moment of silence where Raven stared at her, cogs whirring in her brain.

"You don't want to just be a carer do you"

"Alright mom I'm gonna have to go the phones gonna die! I love you, I'll call you back tonight! bye!" Clarke hung up

"Holy shit Clarke"

"What Raven?"

"Do you like Lexa?"

"What's this?" Luna appeared at the door.

Clarke felt her face scorching, and she preyed she hadn't turned the colour of beetroot. It wasn't the fact that she was being accused of liking Lexa that way, but the fact that she thought that it was a possibility.

"I don't like her Raven don't be silly" Clarke said, opening the closet door to look for shoes... and hide her burning face.

"You literally do. What the fuck? This is news!"

"I don't!" Clarke denied "She's just sweet. And I want to make sure that she enjoys her night"

"Oh yeah you'll make sure of that huh?" Raven winked

"You're absolutely despicable" Clarke said, ushering her out of her room. She slammed the door in her face and leant against the door, frowning.

She had to admit to herself, though, that the butterflies in her stomach were untameable every time she thought about Lexa's green eyes. Or her voice. Or her wavy hair... or her lips.

She grumbled and slid to the floor.
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"Hey Anya!" Clarke greeted with a big smile as she walked into Lexa's room "how are you?"

"Jesus, don't you clean up well?" Anya said

"Oh don't be ridiculous"

The tall woman reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of shiny keys "these are the car keys. You can put Lexa in the front and the wheelchair in the back. Do you think there's anything else you need?"