Kiss me, Not

The Kiss

"Kids! We're leaving!"

Abby announced as she shouldered her duffel bag. Clarke along with Lexa and Charlotte emerged out of their rooms and down the stairs.

"Lexa please take care of Charlotte, okay? Always eat in time. Do you want me to call our housekeeper to cook meals for you?"

Lexa shook her head, "Don't need to. They deserve a vacation too. We'll be fine, mom." Directing her eyes at Clarke who was hugging her mom goodbye.

"You take care, Clarke. I will see you in a few days. Please behave okay?"

"Moomm..." Clarke whined when she saw Charlotte and Lexa sniggering in the corner. "I'll be fine. I can take care of myself."

"You sure?"

"Yes, mom. Don't worry," pecking Abby on the cheek.

"Alright then! Alexandria! You handle everything, alright. We will be back in a couple of days. Call me up if you need anything. In case of emergencies you have to let me know," Gustus mentioned pulling their luggage out to the drive way and stowing it behind the car's trunk.

Lexa nodded, "Yes, dad. Don't have to worry. Enjoy your reunion! Drive safely!" she shouted as the car pulled away from the driveway and into the street.

The three girls waved goodbyes to their parents and walked back inside the house; away from the cold windy afternoon. Upon reaching the living room, they found themselves in an empty three-story mansion, staring at each others eyes. Waiting for someone to break the silence. Charlotte looked around and could sense the tension between the older girls. The green ones were narrowing as it meets the blue ones.

"Ahem!" Charlotte cleared her throat and said, " I'll be inside my room. Sis! Go up with me!"

Lexa looked at her little sister and nodded. Her eyes diverted back to Clarke's who seemed to be relieved by the break in eye contact. "Let's go, Char."

"Okay. Well uhh... I'll be in the kitchen. I'll.. I'll do dinner!" Clarke suggested feeling elated that she'll make herself useful for the weekend.

"NO!" The Woods sisters shouted in horror. Clarke was flabbergasted at how in sync they were.

"I mean... You don't have to do that. We can just order food. Hassle free." Lexa casually mentioned.

"No. It's okay. I can manage. It's good to practice too. You guys go upstairs. I'll call you if it's ready." Clarke smiled back waving the two girls up the stairs.

Charlotte inched away with a grimace; imagining how will the blonde's cooking would taste like.

"Practicing? Practicing for what? Practicing in killing us?" Charlotte whispered under her breath. Her older sister gave her a look and sighed,

"Do whatever you want, Clarke." And walked up the stairs giving a slight glance at her as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"Are you sure, sis? She might actually give us kidney problem this time around," Charlotte asked feeling worried that the girl's cooking would decrease her life expectancy.

"Just go to your room, Char." Her older sister ushered, pushing her to her bedroom door.

It is true that Clarke's cooking didn't improved even one bit. Though the fruit cake was the only food that Lexa didn't tasted; for some obvious reasons. But the rest were horrible. It was either too salty, too sour, too sweet, bitter or too bland. It wasn't always just right. Lexa knew that it'll take some time for Clarke to learn just like how she did with her studies. She just need someone to teach her the right way. The patience and determination to pull through at least one dish but of course, Lexa wouldn't do that. She wouldn't even give it a second thought of helping her. As much as possible she's been cooping inside her cave every time Clarke's at home. Whatever she started to feel for her was not doing her any good especially with Clarke around. The feeling that her body will betray her any moment was very imminent and she started to feel scared that it might be sooner than she thinks.