Don't we deserve better?: Clexa Fanfiction

I like you so much.

  *Imagine your OTP+ as Youtube musicians who collaborate on a song together and acquire a massive shipping following. *

Author's note: I saw this on tumblr and literally knew I had to write this for our queens, Clexa!!

It started with a rather ordinary looking email in Clarke's social tab in her Gmail account.

At first, it went unnoticed, as she filed through the emails about new scholarships for college to sign up for and a flash sale at Victoria's Secret (save!). Clarke set her head on her hand as she scrolled through her emails, until just as she was ready to close out of Chrome entirely, she saw it. The email was something about YouTube. Of course, she had to look at that. She clicked on the tab, and then nearly fell out of her chair from excitement. "Mom!" She cried, "Oh, my god, MOM!" 

Ms. Griffin looked up from the sizzling bacon in the frying pan before her with a smile. Her creative teenage daughter was always going back and forth between entirely too concentrated on her art to entirely too excited about some new thing---weather it was the fact that her new YouTube video had hit a record level of views for her (Which was usually only slightly over 1,000), or that some other YouTube Goddess (as Clarke dramatically called them) had replied to one of her comments on their video. Clarke came sliding into the kitchen, in a very Risky Business-esque fashion, her mother thought, wearing nothing but her Panda onesie and a look of pure excitement and euphoria on her face. 

"What's up?" Ms. Griffin asked, sliding the spatula under the bacon and putting it onto the plat beside her.  "LeksaWoodChuck," She cried, "She sent me an email this morning!" Her mother began to crack open eggs, expecting the usual reply to a comment that Clarke had made on her favorite YouTuber or something. "You'll never believe it, Mom," Clarke said, moving toward her mom. "You know how I said that there are certain people that we might consider the God's of YouTube? Jenna Marbles is the queen of Sass, or Bethany Mota is one of the many queens of DIYs, or..." Her mom looked at her with a bemused expression. "Well, Lexa is like, the Goddess of the Gods, okay, Mom. You don't understand. She has more views on her videos than there are people in this town! I mean, she has so many subscribers, I cannot even figure out how to say the number." 

Clarke's mom sighed, "So, what is the point? Why all the fuss?" She asked, adding salt and cheese to the eggs. "She wants me, a lowly YouTuber to do a collab with her. A COLLAB. She wants me to sing with her! Do you know what this could do for me?!" Her mom looked at her in surprise. She hadn't expected that. Clarke squealed with excitement, and that was really something, but Clarke rarely squealed about anything other than puppies. "Well, is there someone I should call? I really would feel comfortable talking to her mom about this before I send you to God knows where for a video." Clarke laughed, "She doesn't live far away! She just lives in Washington, D.C." 

"Clarke," Her mother sighed, "That is all the way across the country." 

The issue was that while it seemed as though the stars had completely aligned for her in way of luck, her mother was right. She lived all the way in Washington state. Clarke suddenly felt an overwhelming sadness upon realizing this for the first time. In all of her delight and excitement, the impossibility of it all had completely eluded her. She sighed as her mother put the eggs onto the plate next to the bacon. "I'm sorry, kiddo. We just can't afford it---I mean, not with the expenses from your father's medical bills and your senior year and college coming up. It's just not possible." 

Her mom held up a plate of eggs, bacon and toast. It smelled delicious, but Clarke felt ready to cry. Sensing this, Ms. Griffin set down the plate of eggs and pulled her daughter into a hug. "Sweetheart, if I could work all the night and day shifts in the world to make this possible for you, I would. But I'm already working extra shifts throughout the week, and taking up that job at your aunt's diner every now and again. You understand, don't you? This isn't me trying to hurt you or be mean. We just can't afford it."