Why Not?

Chapter 8: Camp

"It's not much," Octavia admitted. "But it's home."
Lexa looked around. There were five wooden structures next to each other in the clearing. Behind them and around the whole clearing was a wall made of tall, sharpened branches.
"Are there others who live here?" Clarke asked.
Octavia nodded. "Seven others. They're all out hunting right now except for Murphy. I'll introduce you."
Lincoln went to get Murphy while they waited. Clarke got a sudden feeling of fear, thinking of all that could go wrong. She turned to Lexa. "What if we get water poisoning?" She asked. Lexa laughed until she realized she was serious. "Relax, Clarke. They're going to take care of us."
Clarke took a deep breath to expel the panic and grabbed Lexa's hand. "Let's meet this Murphy dude, then!" Clarke exclaimed as Lincoln brought an annoyed-looking guy from the farthest left hut. Lexa smiled and squeezed Clarke's hand.
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"Hey," Murphy said grumpily. Lincoln shot him a look and he put on an over-enthusiastic grin.
"Murphy, this is Clarke and Lexa," Lincoln said, standing beside Octavia.
"Cool, can I go back to sleep now?" Murphy asked, dropping his fake smile.
Octavia shook her head at him with a sigh. "Fine. But they will be joining us here, so you might want to get to know them a bit."
Instead of replying, Murphy walked back to his hut with a wave.
"He seems nice," Lexa said. Clarke stifled a laugh and swung their connected hands back and forth. "I promise, the others are much more friendly," Octavia said, glancing at the entrance to camp.
"They'll be back soon," Lincoln assured them.
"In the meantime, let's get you set up in a hut."
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Clarke looked around. "Looks good, but can Lexa be in the same hut as me?"
Octavia and Lincoln discussed it for a moment, then turned back to them. "Yes, we'll move Monty and Jasper to other huts so you guys can share this one."
Lexa smiled politely. "Thank you so much for your hospitality."
Octavia and Lincoln nodded in return and then left them to rest and talk in private.
Clarke sat down, pulling Lexa with her so they were sitting side-by-side on soft furs.
"I'm glad you brought me with you Clarke."
Clarke gazed into Lexa's eyes. "My pleasure," she said softly. Lexa felt herself blushing, and she looked at the ground.
"I have something to confess," Clarke whispered.
Lexa lifted her eyes back to Clarke's and nodded for her to continue.
"I kinda like you."
Lexa's breath caught. "Um, I-uh, I like you too," she stammered, her face really red now.
"Cool, so... do you want to... be my girlfriend?" Clarke asked, mumbling the last part.
"That sounds great," Lexa said, dropping her hand and hugging her instead.