Obviously another clexa fic. It will start off as a total cliché. I know. (Sorry) the whole girl next door best friends since child birth crap. I just have a lot of ideas for this fic so stick around.
Clarke and Lexa are only a day apart by birth (...
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⚔: hey! I've tried Clarke like 6 times. Is she with you? 🐙: No, babes, she took off to the studio. She was pissed... What'd you do this time, woods? ⚔: oh so that means I did something? 🐙: yes! (Raven said in unison in the background) ⚔: well I may have gone to an interview after telling Clarke that I wouldn't do anything work related the rest of the month- 🐙: yup! You're fucked. Should really start writing your will out now.
"I want your studio! I can make a strip club out of that warehouse!" Raven shouted 🐙: yeah and I want your artillery collection! ⚔: are you both done? Im serious! Where's my girlfriend!? 🐙: gawd I'm lucky I get the privilege of saying wife instead of girlfriend. That's so high school. ⚔: I hate you both! And O! You have been married a month! 🐙: hater! ⚔: bye! I'll try with Abby! 🐙: bye babes! ----call ended----
