Everything's Changed

51- epilogue

Clarke spent her summer at Marcus's house, hanging out with Malik, Rex, Marie, and Wesley. Occasionally, their neighbor, Sam would come over and hangout with the boys. Marie and Clarke would hangout and play with stuffed animals and dolls.

Clarke and Marcus didn't have a weird relationship because of Troye, which was good. Marcus basically refurnished Troye's room and made it Clarke's room. Clarke painted on the walls regularly and she sketched more often. Her room had white walls, wood flooring and a fuzzy white rug. Her bed was a mattress that sat on a white wood frame that touched the ground. The desk was a glass table with her laptop and notebooks. And her dresser was a small three drawers on each side with a tv sitting on it.

Clarke sat on her bed with her laptop, playing around with photoshop. She had recently bought the software to draw with and play around with it. She wanted to go to college as an art major but then she realized after she had been captured, she wanted to go to school as a doctor.

She recently picked up the habit of smoking. It was more of a thing she was offered. The figured must have sensed stress and loss and offered a cigarette. Clarke, being impulsive, took the deal. Abby didn't seem to like her daughter smoking, but then again, she had been a drug addict. Abby had been clear the past year and Clarke was proud of her. Of course Abby smoked though.

Clarke had started dressing differently. She dressed mostly in black and if there was a color, it'd be dark red or grey. She had lost quiet a bit of weight from not eating and going for a jog. Clarke had changed a whole lot and if you would've known her, you'd be surprised.

Clarke walked down the stairs of Marcus's home and entered the living room where the boys were playing video games and entered the kitchen from there. Her mother stood there, leaning on the counter, on her phone.

"Hey." Clarke's low and raspy voice said. Her voice had become lower and scratchy because of her habit she picked up.

Abby looked up from her phone and smiled. "You all packed?"

"Yeah, ready to go back to school." Clarke sighed. "I'll be taking classes and courses on all of the breaks so I can finish early."

"I think you should consider a mission trip to the Middle East or Asia." Abby smiled. "You'd learn a lot and maybe see things in a different perspective."

"Perhaps." Clarke sighed and took a seat at the counter.

"You should really stop acting like an emo." Abby sighed. "Please at least dress in something other than black. Maybe a bit of yellow."

"Maybe." Clarke shrugged.

Abby was worried for Clarke because she went into the emo stage again and that never turns out great. Although she was more mature, she'd still progress quickly and then just be a sad person for the rest of her life.

"Clarke, do you think you recovered?" Abby finally asked. She had waited an entire summer to ask.

"Definitely." Clarke said. "But not entirely."

"That's a relief." Abby smiled. "I'm proud of you, you know that right?"

"Of course." Clarke chuckled. "Why wouldn't you not?"

"CLARKE!" Rex shouted from the living room.

Clarke smiled to her mother and got up to see what they wanted. And then when she entered, they sprayed silly string on her. Oh, they were so dead. She tackled Rex first and then Malik jumped onto her back, Wesley joining Malik. Clarke fell over on her back, squishing the two boys.

Rex escaped and so did Malik and Wesley. They laughed and started piling up on Clarke. She was definitely going to miss them when she leaves.

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Lexa spent her summer filming the first season of Fear the Walking Dead. When she first did the table read, Robert was impressed with her acting skills for being her first project.

Lexa stopped communicating with everyone from high school, even Anya and Aden. She only focused on her acting career. And once she finished filming season one, she got a role in a movie called 'To Hell and Back' which was a action and romance movie.

Lexa went to her first Comic Con in Las Vegas and had a blast. She connected with the fans and Robert was grateful she was great with fans. She seemed lighter around them. They related in certain situations like breakups or traumatic situations.

Lexa bought an apartment about an hour away from set, which was terrible. The apartment was pretty nice though. Her apartment was a studio apartment, which she seemed to like. It was enough space for her and herself only.

Did she ever think about Clarke, pure yes. She put her aside for her career though. How much it had hurt to be away from her. But when she told herself that Clarke was an asshole repeatedly, she believed it. And it just stayed as a memory in her head. Not like she could ever convince herself that Clarke wasn't an asshole, she just chose to believe that she was.

She never looked back to anything that happened. It would've set her back a few steps and she didn't want that. Lexa felt one-hundred percent over everything and anything that happened. That was a good thing, of course.