Clarke is rudely awoken by Ontari, who yanked her sheets away from her. She had been so warm and cozy, and now she's kind of cold. "Ugh, Ri," she mumbles sleepily. When she swapped rooms she didn't think her friend would be such a peasant.
"Rise and shine," Ontari says, smirking as she grasps Clarke's wrist to pull her up.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Clarke grumbles, groggily from being sleep-ridden. "Let me sleep dammit," she says, sighing as she tries to pull herself free.
"Nope, you're going to get up," Ontari replies unrelenting.
"Why do you have to be such a devil?" Clarke asks as she moves to sit on the edge of her bed. She was so relieved to have an extra-long weekend now that everyone has this Friday off, plus it's her birthday tomorrow. Her plan was to sleep in today and then spend some time with her friends, and to split her weekend between her father and Lexa.
Ontari shrugs and pulls the curtains open to let the light in.
Clarke groans and glances at the clock to check what time it is. "What the hell?" she says when she sees it's barely five in the morning. "Are you nuts? You're not even a morning person."
"Put some clothes on," Ontari instructs while she throws a shirt at Clarke.
Clarke mutters and shakes her head while Ontari turns around to give her some privacy. She takes her pajama off and slowly slips into a shirt and some jeans. Her limbs are complaining because she's tired. "I'm dressed, are you happy now?" she asks with a frustrating tone in her voice.
Ontari grins and then she's pinning Clarke down with a hold she can't escape.
"Ri!" Clarke shouts, wondering what the hell has gotten into her friend. She tries to move, but it's not working and then she's being blindfolded. Once the blindfold is in place, she's being yanked up. "Where are you taking me?" she asks when she feels Ontari pulling her along.
There's some rustling and then Ontari is pulling Clarke along with her.
Clarke scowls when she's obligated to follow Ontari. At some point cool air hits her, which means they're outside. The cement is hard on her bare feet. She has no idea what has gotten into her friend, who is acting like she's kidnapping her.
"Package delivered," Ontari says and Clarke can hear the smirk in her voice.
"Ontari... she is not even wearing shoes."
"Lexa?" Clarke asks, recognizing her voice. The blindfold is removed and she has to blink her eyes a few times to adjust while her girlfriend slowly swims into her view. "What is this?" she asks, noticing that she's standing in front of Lexa's car.
"Here," Ontari says to Lexa, handing a bag over to her. "I kind of packed whatever."
"I told you to wake her up gently," Lexa says, sensing that her cousin didn't follow her instructions entirely. "You could have let her put some shoes on."
"Yeah well, next time you can wake her yourself," Ontari replies, huffing. "This is the last time I'm getting up at five in the morning."
Lexa shakes her head as Ontari walks away. "My apologies, Clarke," she says softly, caressing her cheek.
"It is fine," Clarke replies, happy to see her girlfriend. "What's the meaning of all of this?" she asks, gesturing around. It's slowly dawning on her that the bag Ontari handed Lexa is her bag, probably with some of her clothes in it.
Lexa smiles and opens the passenger's door of her car. "Get in, please," she says sweetly.
Clarke obliges, though she still expects an explanation. She clicks her seatbelt into place and watches Lexa get into the car as well.
