Love Hate Relationship

Chapter 54

Clarke was putting away her groceries on Sunday morning when her phone rang. "Hello?"

"Yo Clarkie! You home?" Raven asked.

"I just got back from the store, why?"

"We have your steam cleaner, we'll drop it off in a few."

"Okay, I'll be here."

"We're bringing our dogs, so they can trash your house."

"Great."

"And O's on the rag, just so you know."

"What does that mean?"

"She's got her monthly Clarke, what do you think it means?"

"I meant..." she sighed. "Never mind. You gonna want lunch?"

"We always want lunch, Clarke, what a silly question. See you in five."

Clarke hung up. Good thing she just went shopping. She had plenty of lettuce and veggies, so she decided to make everyone a salad. She also had some leftover chicken from last night's dinner she could add. Five minutes did not give her a lot of time to contemplate whether she should come clean with her Lexa situation. She was mentally exhausted from keeping it all inside. Might be time to just lay it all on the table. Good thing Finn was golfing. She got out what she needed from the fridge and began cutting up carrots, onions, and peppers.

Exactly ten minutes went by and her doorbell rang. She put down her knife and walked through the living room to the foyer, opening the front door. In charged Roscoe and Rocky, followed by O and Raven.

Raven lugged the big steam cleaner through the doorway. "This fucker is heavy."

"Be careful!" O chided.

Clarke hugged each of them. She watched as their dogs bounced all over the furniture, lying on the couch, standing on her coffee table, chasing Jinx up on the dining room table. Roscoe grabbed a throw pillow from her overstuffed chair and ran around the room like he had a prized squirrel in his mouth.

"Your dogs could use some discipline," Clarke said, as Rocky actually jumped up onto the dining room table, chasing Jinx further north to the china cabinet. In hindsight, she should have re-gifted those dog lessons.

"They're energetic, Clarke," Raven said. "This thing worked great, where do you want me to put it?"

"In the hall closet is fine. You could've kept it, I don't need it anymore."

"Don't your carpets get dirty?"

"Oliver ate them all," Clarke said, as she led them back to the kitchen.

"Oh. Speaking of Ollie, where is he?"

"Out back."

O went to gather up the pups and usher them into the backyard.

Clarke set the table. "I made salad with chicken."

"Sounds yummy," O said.

The three girls sat around the kitchen table, enjoying their salads, making small talk about their week. When they were done, Clarke went to the cabinet and pulled out the biggest bowl she had. It was bigger than a punch bowl. She set it in front of the girls, who looked at her questioningly. She went back to the cabinet, returning with a big bag of popcorn. She poured it into the bowl, and sat down heavily in her chair.

O and Raven shifted in their seats, anticipation building. They associated popcorn with Clexa. A big reveal was coming, they could feel it in their bones!

Clarke looked at them both. They looked like children on Christmas morning, waiting to open presents. She cleared her throat. "As I'm sure you're aware, there has been some, uh, physical interactions between Lexa and I."