Only With You

Chapter 7 : How It's Done

                                       CLARKE

I am really worried about Lexa. She was gone by the time I came back downstairs. I have been trying to call her for several hours, and she's not answering. All her things are still in her room, so I know she didn't leave for good. That doesn't stop me from worrying about her and majorly freaking out. She finally texts me back a little while later letting me know she went for a run. I breathe a sigh of relief. I can't explain why I was so worried about her, and Raven is too hungover to talk about anything, so I push it aside for now.

We need some groceries and since Lexa is still out, I decide to drag Raven with me shopping. I get all of the ingredients for the meals I am planning to make this week and decide to stock up on fruits and juice too. Lexa seems to like both of those, and since she is not here to shop with us, I decide to get something for her. Raven begs me to get everything to make her favorite dinner tonight. After a night of heavy drinking she always loves for me to make pasta and garlic bread. Something about the carbs soaking up the last of the alcohol. Lexa's door was closed when Raven and I got back from the store, so I let her be. Now getting dark and she still hasn't emerged. I can admit I am getting a little worried all over again.

I decide that once dinner is done I will knock on her door to see if she will come eat dinner with us. Raven has told me over and over, that I shouldn't make a big deal about Lexa taking care of us last night. Raven insists I shouldn't feel so guilty about it. For some reason, I can't let it go, because it felt like there was more to it than that. I mean we are basically strangers and, yet she came to rescue Raven and me. She took care of me all night and made me sleep in her bed, just so she could keep an eye on me. I don't know what it means, but I can't stop thinking about it. She was so nice about everything. I just don't want her to become the ice princess again.

I can't figure out why her opening up means so much to me, but it does. For some reason, I feel this strong connection with her and I don't want to lose it. I have been thinking about our strange immediate connection a lot for the last few weeks. I am no closer to an answer now, than I was when we first started talking. I get this sense of calmness and peace when we talk, and it is addictive. I love in the fact that she makes me laugh and I get giddy when I hear her laugh at something I said or did.

I knock quietly on her door a few times and as I am about to give up I hear a faint shuffling in her room. The door opens a crack and I see a sleepy Lexa standing there looking at me curiously. Sometimes it feels like she thinks I am going to bite her or something.

"Hey Lexa, I made dinner and wanted to see if you wanted to eat with us," I say. "I made my famous homemade spaghetti and garlic bread sticks," I continue. "I know you said you like Italian, and I wanted to make something to welcome you to Vancouver. I also wanted to apologize again for how we met last night."

I am so embarrassed that I sent her that text last night. It's even worse that she came and rescued us from the club. I really don't know many people that would do that for someone they had never met. Why she would do that is another one of the billion things I don't know about Lexa Woods.

"Clarke, it's ok really," she says. "I would love some dinner. Let me get changed and I will be right out." I turn to leave her to it, but as I am leaving I think I hear her whisper something that sounds like "Please be just more careful, Clarke." Before I can turn around to ask her about it, I hear the door click shut softly.

Raven and I set an extra place at the table and since I don't know what Lexa wants to drink I get her water. Raven feels better now and is back to her annoying self. She keeps making fun of me over everything. That girl is so frustrating. Lexa comes out a few minutes later and joins us. She just listens while I make fun of Raven for her dirty dancing antics last night.