Love Hate Relationship

Chapter 3

LEXA POV

Monday morning brought gloomy clouds and sprinkles, in other words, a typical Seattle day. Raven opened the door and let Lexa in. She peeked around her to get a look at the van. "That the van?" The whole operation had her intrigued.

Lexa looked back at it in the driveway, "Yeah," she said with a co-conspiratory whisper.

"Cool. You put the dogs in the back?"

Lexa leaned in a little, "Yeah, in the back." She made a play of looking around to see if anyone else was listening. "Except for the short one, he sits up front."

Raven nodded, "So you got the big ones in the back, all rolling around and shit when you make turns?"

"Yeah, it's crazy cool. Dogs everywhere."

"The short one a chihuahua? I'm picturing him sitting on your shoulder, saying take the next left."

"Only he says it in Spanish."

Raven nodded again. "Nice." She ushered Lexa into the house. "Yo babe, Lexa's here." Suddenly two very energetic thirty-five pound dogs came running into the foyer, both had short hair, black and white patches, floppy ears and no discernible lineage. True mutts.

Raven made the introductions, "This is Roscoe, sit Roscoe, sit." Roscoe didn't follow.

"He will eventually. Like tonight." Raven said defeated. "And this is Rocky, down, Rocky down." Raven tried to get the dog to stop jumping. "Yeah, we ain't so good with dogs around here. O? You coming down?"

Octavia made her way down the steps and gave Lexa a hug. "Did you meet the monsters?"

"You mean did she get mauled by the monsters, yes," Raven said as she held both dogs by the collar.

"I did, they're cute, are they brothers?"

"Yes, that's why we had to get two, I couldn't bear the thought of separating them," Octavia said.

"Well, I'll load them up and get them back to you around five? Is that good."

"Yep, I'll be home by then," Raven said.

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CLARKE POV

Clarke came to the nurse's station to pick up the chart on her next surgery. She felt her phone buzz and gave it a quick look. Raven sent her a picture of some van. What the heck was she sending her this for? The logo said, "Bitches on Wheels." She had no idea why she was getting this text, so she just ignored it.

"There she is, my favorite doctor,"

Clarke recognized the voice, and smiling she turned around, "And here's my favorite EMT. Don't tell me you brought in some horrific accident victim who needs surgery."

Bellamy grabbed her and gave her a bear hug. "No, just a broken leg. Guy fell off a ladder. I haven't seen you in a week, how you been beautiful?" Clarke and Bell had gone on a couple dates during the summer after her freshman year of college.

Funny enough, Finn was the one who set her up with him. They were both buddies from when they were younger, playing on the same travel baseball team for years. This was, of course, way before Clarke and Finn started dating. But Bellamy and Clarke's relationship never really amounted to much, just a few dinners sprinkled over two months. It was a mutual decision that a relationship wasn't in the cards, so they parted ways but remained friends.

"Oh, I've been OK."

"How's Finny? I haven't talked to him in weeks."

"He's good. He's been kinda hanging with the guys at the club."