clexa promts

Roommate's

Lexa wasn't nervous, per se, just weary. People like her and people like her new roommate rarely got along. She tried not to stare overtly, but the pink bedspread and bottles of perfume and fairy lights the girl's mom was currently stringing up were hard to miss.

Lexa looked around at her own side of the room. Black bed, black eyeliner pencils strewn across her desk, old LPs taped to the walls.

They were as different as different could be and yet, when Lexa's roaming eyes returned to her roommate's side of the room, she found friendly and intrigued blue ones staring fixedly back at her.

The girl, "Clarke" as she had learned moments earlier, shot her a small smile before turning her attention back to her mom.

It was then that Lexa realized just how pretty her roommate was. She groaned internally. It would be just her luck to be placed with a gorgeous girl she definitely couldn't hit on.

"Alright, Clarke. I think that's it for what we brought. I'm going to go pull the car around. Meet me downstairs." The woman turned to leave and then stopped in front of Lexa. "It was nice to meet you, dear. I hope you and Clarke have a great time together."

Lexa smiled and shook the woman's hand. "I'm sure we will." Lie.

As soon as the door closed behind the woman, Clarke stalked over to Lexa and stood at the edge of her bed. "We need to get one thing clear," she said ominously.

Lexa rolled her eyes. She was familiar with this talk. She had heard it from all the preppy girls in high school. It went something like, 'keep your weird punk habits to yourself and stay away from my things.'

"Well?" She prompted, already annoyed.

Clarke crossed her arms and shifted on her feet. "Ok look-"

There were clearly nerves there and Lexa wondered if maybe this was her first interaction with someone who wore mostly black and had a motorcycle license.

"Well?" Lexa prompted again. "I don't have all day."

Clarke glared and huffed in a way Lexa had to admit was kinda cute.

"Ok well I'll just say it-"

"Please do..."

"Well I would if you'd stop talking!"

Lexa threw up her hands and chuckled. "Fine. Fine. Speak."

"Ok look. You like girls-"

"Whoa, hey-"

Clarke shook her head and threw up her hand. "My best friend is rooming with your brother. He already spilled the beans. And besides, you don't check girls out the way you checked me out unless you like girls."

Lexa fumed and made a mental note to smack Lincoln later. "Well, shit. Yeah, he's not wrong. But look, it doesn't have to be an issue-"

"Would you shut up? I'm not done."

Lexa put up her hands once again in surrender and crossed them over her chest. She raised her eyebrows in a gesture for the girl to continue.

Clarke huffed in that cute way and restarted. "You like girls...and I like girls...and the thing is...you're my type." She visibly swallowed when she finished. Her eyes shot to the ground before she could see Lexa's wide smirk.

"Is that so?" Lexa asked with that smirk evident in her voice.

Clarke nodded and tentatively brought her eyes back up to Lexa's. She smiled slightly when she saw the other face looking at her openly without judgement. "Still think it doesn't have to be an issue?"

Lexa reached out and hooked her index finger in the collar of Clarke's shirt. She pulled gently until the blonde's hips were pressing into the edge of her bed. "Issue's not the word I have in mind," she husked.

Clarke blushed and was ready to reply with something all too flirty when her phone rang and she jumped back. She pulled the phone out of her pocket and rolled her eyes. "It's my mom. She's probably wondering where I am. We're going to Target. Wanna come?"

Lexa smiled with her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.

In a way all too fitting of her pink bed spread and fairy lights, Clarke beamed and giddily pulled Lexa of her bed by her hand. She dragged her to the door, but then paused.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Oh NOW you ask?"

Clarke chuckled and dipped her head in slight embarrassment. "Can I?"

"Yeah, of course. What?"

The blonde shifted on her feet again and Lexa realized it must be a nervous habit.

"Am I your type?"

Lexa quirked a brow. "Hm?"

"Well, I told you you're my type. What's yours?"

Lexa smiled and rubbed her thumb across the back of the hand that still held hers. "You're in luck, kid. I kinda have a thing for blonde girls named Clarke." The wink was unnecessary, but there was something about this girl that made her feel bold. Maybe people like them could get along after all.