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

Chapter 15

Clarke dug through Lexa's cupboards. Different shirts and sweatshirts and hoodies went flying, until she finally resurfaced, looking to Lexa red faced.

"Do you even own any vacation clothing?"

Lexa narrowed her eyes "And what clothing would that be?"

"I don't know! Shorts?" She threw her hands up.

"Clarke, perhaps you should have started packing my things a little earlier than ten minutes before we're set to leave"

Clarke peaked her head out from between shirts "Hey, do you want to do it?"

Lexa looked down to her unmoving legs, then looked back to the blonde, unamused "just take a handful and put it in the case."

"A hand full?" Clarke shook her head quickly "One of the richest people I've ever met and you say 'just take a hand full'"

Lexa sighed, turning in her chair to go downstairs "just pack whatever you think is necessary. Anya already packed most of it anyway"

"Thank you for telling me!" Clarke waved her hands in the air, tossing random shirts towards the half full case

"You're welcome" Lexa called.

She threw the zip around the edges, sealing the clothing inside. She picked it up, dropping it on the floor and pulling the handle up. Chasing Lexa down the ramp, the suitcase slamming into the back of her feet every now and then.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She questioned

Lexa smiled, mischievousness getting the better of her "I just thought it was funny watch you dig around like that. You looked like a confused... blonde squirrel."

"Gee, thanks Lexa" she breathed as she swept both suitcases into one hand, holding their two backpacks in the other "Are you ready?"

"As if I had to do anything to get ready in the first place, Clarke" Lexa stated the obvious with raised bros

"Right" She all but kicked open the door "Come on we'll miss the cab!"

As Clarke rushed out onto the street, she happened to realise that the car looked far too small. She reached the door, flinging it open to poke her head inside.

"Is this car wheelchair accessible?" She questioned urgently

"Well... no" The short, chubby man said at the drivers seat "I can fold the seat up and put it in the back-"

"It's electric!" She exclaimed, flinging her hands in the air "You can't fold it! I asked for a wheelchair accessible car! Just go. Go!"

She slammed the door, dropping her head in her hands. Lexa lifted a brow.

"You know, stressing about things doesn't make it any easier"

"Real helpful Lexa" she groaned

"Just ask Anya to drive us."

"Oh for gods sake why didn't I think of that in the first place?" Clarke groaned, running back into the house.

Lexa sighed, turning to the driver "I apologise"

"No worries!" He smiled "I'm very sorry I don't have wheelchair access. The cab company aren't really good with that sort of thing. They didn't even tell me"

"It's alright. Not many companies do" Lexa reassured.

He frowned "I'm sorry"

"Don't worry. I'm used to it." She glanced down to her pockets "I'd give you something for your troubles but... I can't move"