She Didn't

Clarke drove down the road, music playing softly over the sound system. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, bobbing her head along to the music. Her girlfriend, Lexa, rode in the passengers seat, dozing in and out of sleep. Clarke tried her best to keep her focus on the road ahead of her, but it was a little distracting with Lexa's cute half-asleep expression.

Clarke had seen how tired Lexa had looked after her soccer game earlier that evening, so she'd offered to drive. She wanted to be a good girlfriend, and good girlfriends did this sort of thing, right?

She knew she couldn't very well take Lexa's car after dropping her off at home, so she figured she would walk. What's the harm in a little extra exercise? She probably needed it anyway; she wasn't nearly as fit as Lexa.

Clarke saw the familiar, tilted old mailbox perched on the edge of Lexa's driveway and slowed down, ultimately deciding to back into the driveway. Having done this a million times, she allowed herself to yawn as she pulled backwards into the driveway. Her eyes closed as she took in a long breath of air, and she lost her focus on the rearview mirror.

Clarke wasn't sure what had happened when she felt something shake the car, her foot automatically slamming on the break. Lexa abruptly sat up, now fully awake. They had both felt something hit the car, turning their heads to face one another. They stared at each other wide-eyed before simultaneously opening their doors and climbing out to assess the damage.

Jogging around to the back of the car, Clarke gasped when she saw the fresh new dent visible on the left side of the back, the paint scratched and chipped in places. The crooked mailbox was now even more crooked.

Shit.

Normally this wouldn't have been a big deal. In fact, if Clarke had done this a month ago when Lexa was still trying to get her parents to buy her a new car, she wouldn't have been worried at all. But this was Lexa's new car, and she had no idea how Lexa was going to react.

She turned her gaze to her slightly distraught girlfriend, who was peeling away a chipped piece of paint with a frown on her face.

"I-I'm sorry, babe, I.. I don't know what happened, I'm-" Clarke heard herself say, trying to apologize over the loud voice in her head telling her Lexa would hate her for this. Clarke was prepared for Lexa to yell at her, break up with her.. anything but what she got.

Instead of getting mad, Lexa's features softened and she stood from where she'd previously been crouched beside the damage, moving over to Clarke and wrapping her arms around her waist.

"It's alright." Lexa whispered, kissing Clarke's temple and grabbing her hand. "Come on. I'll walk you home. I'll handle my parents in the morning."

"But-"

"No buts." Lexa quieted her. "Unless it's yours."

Clarke smiled despite having just crashed Lexa's new car. She thought she'd be mad. Clarke thought she'd blow up at her.

But she didn't.

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Parties were never really Lexa's scene.

So when Clarke had asked her to go with her, her first thought was no way. But then she got to thinking, and pictured precisely the situation they were in right now, and knew she'd have to go to make sure her girlfriend was okay.

Lexa hadn't had more than two beers, so she was currently behind the wheel with a very drunk Clarke in the passenger's seat. She was rambling some nonsense that Lexa could barely make out.

"I'm tellin' you, there's... s.. no way Raven and Octavia are just friends. They must have eloped without us knowing..." She went on, her voice low and slurred when suddenly she stopped talking. Lexa grew worried, because Clarke never stopped talking when she was drunk.