A Rose By Any Other Name || Clexa AU

6 - An Oak-Loving Beaver Took A Shit In Your Mouth.

Turns out I was a fucking liar and I managed to pull this chapter out of thin air. I was feeling *inspired*, so I hope it's not too shitty.

Translations (Italian):

Vaffancullo! = Fuck off!

Sei sempre così? = Are you always like this?

Bellissima. = Very beautiful.

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Swiftly the elevator door closed behind Lexa as she furthered herself into her penthouse suit, the heels of her Hermes shoes clicking against the expensive furnished oak flooring. Long forgotten of the boy trailing behind her, Lexa tosses her bloodied shirt into the laundry room on her way to the living room.

Awkwardly, and maybe a little confused, Aden follows behind the woman toward the living room with a stifled yawn. She had woken him up just half an hour prior and he was still quite thick with sleep. He had made himself comfortable in the Griffin house hours ago, expecting that Lexa wasn't going to return after all considering it wouldn't be the first time. She often left him places to go on late-night endeavors not to return until the early morning hours.

But with a quick burst of angry yanks from the brunette, Aden was up and on his feet being pulled throughout the hallways and down the staircase. With a clumsy hand waving toward Madi in goodbye as she trailed behind them down the stairs, equally confused, Aden found himself being shoved into the passenger side of Lexa's car.

She didn't say anything throughout the ordeal, let alone say a word on the way to her penthouse. The only words that passed her lips were "I'm getting you a car, so just shut up and don't tell your dad where we were." It was enough to shut Aden up indeed. And with a casual smirk on his lips, he settled back into the leather seat and waited until they arrived at the large building.

He was quite familiar with the place; having been here quite a lot, especially after school when she picked him up. Considering the façade he had been in for more years than he cared to admit, Aden could truly consider Lexa an aunt. Without the part of being linked by blood.

She played a prominent role in his life, having been present in it since his birth. Of course, Lexa was only nine years old at the time but she turned out to become something along the lines of a big sister, or aunt, or whatever someone on the outside would consider it as. Bottom line was, he cared for her, and she for him, even though she wouldn't openly admit it.

Lexa was stubborn like that. Or an asshole like that rather. Very guarded.

Lexa herself gracefully beelined for the table on the side of the room, pouring herself a scotch into a crystalline glass. With a swift tip of her head back, the liquid burned down her throat. The burning sensation was so raw that a tear almost slips from her eye. Or she blames the burn anyway.

"You know you shouldn't drink when you're alone. It's bad, especially for you."

Luna states while sprawled out on the leather couch, her one leg atop it and the other on the floor while her arms were draped over the back.

"You're here, aren't you? Not alone then." Lexa bites back, chasing the previous glass of scotch down with another two.

Aden awkwardly entered the living room, taking a seat next to Luna that drapes an arm over his shoulders. "Hey, squirt. What are you doing here?"

The boy shrugged his one shoulder, also sitting back into the couch and under the welcoming arm around him. Luna was also something similar to a big sister or aunt, or whatever, but she was definitely a bigger asshole than Lexa. But she too loved him in her own way even though she wouldn't admit it either.