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"Really Clarke?" She looked at you, her focus leaving the steep black heel she held in her hands.
"What?" You quirked an eyebrow at her, before sighing softly and standing up from the arm chair you were sitting on. You walked over to the blonde, a look of confusion covering her face as you took the piece of footwear from her.
"A shoe is not going to take down these people Clarke, not by a long shot."
"But-." You cut her off by placing a finger over her lips, placing the shoe back in the chest and sifting through it to find the girl some clothes.
"Earn their trust first princess, let them know that you're are on their side. Then we make a break for it, us and our people." She nods slowly, finally understanding you as you passed her a tracksuit and some worn trainers. "Now go and get changed Clarke, you want to see the rest of our gang don't you?"
With that she kisses you quick, before changing.
The two of you stuck together that day, clinging to the hope that your friend's were okay inside, and out in the dangerous road- until you could finally reunite.
