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"Lexa!, get up here and help me with these groceries"
Lexa rolled her eyes as she heard her moms voice shouting down the stairs. She tossed her play station controller onto the coffee table and headed up to help.
"You know, you really should start looking into getting a better job, or maybe going back to school. You have to start caring again" Alice started telling her daughter the second she appeared through the basement door. "Sitting around playing video games all day and working your little part time job isn't going to cut it in real life".
Lexa rolled her eyes as far back into her head as she could manage. She was so sick of hearing it. She just wasn't ready.
She strolled past her mom without saying a word. Storming through the screen door and heading for the open trunk of her moms car. She was bent over trying to gather all the bags onto her arms so she didn't have to make another trip when she heard it. A loud obnoxious laugh from the driveway next to hers. With her signature eye roll already happening, she glanced up to see Abby griffin, her neighbor of about six months now, hugging a blonde petite woman. The interaction seemed like a homecoming, too much emotion being displayed for her taste.
She lifted her arms with all ten plastic grocery bags hanging off her arms. What she didn't take into account was her mom had left every heavy bag for her. She instantly felt herself lose her balance, before she could even stop it she tumbled backwards. Landing flat on her back, without her arms available to catch her fall. She felt her head bounce off the concrete. Lexa then felt a searing pain run through her head as she laid there. 'Seriously gimme a break' she thought to herself as she stared up into the clouds moving across the sky.
Suddenly she was staring into an even more enticing blue. An icy yet deep color. A blue that she was desperately searching her brain for, trying to find the right descriptive word to do it justice. "Maybe ocean blue" she mumbled.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" She was snapped back into reality. Her vision focused more, blonde...where had she seen that...oh right the girl from next door.
Lexa immediately sat up, which she began to regret instantly. Her head was throbbing, she closed her eyes "I'm fine" she spits out before trying to stand.
"Woah, you hit your head, slow down and let my mom check you out" the girl pushed her hand against Lexas chest trying to force her to lay down.
"Get your hands off me" Lexa defensively swatted the pale hand away from her. She didn't like being touched especially by strangers. Well anyone really.
"Lexa, honey, this is Clarke, my daughter Clarke, and you hit your head but you're not bleeding, do you feel dizzy, any severe pain?" Abby griffin was atleast keeping her hands to herself, Lexa thought as she shook her head. "Really, I'm fine Abby" Lexa went to stand again, this time making it to her feet before reaching out to grab onto the back of the car, the car that's about three feet out of her range. She realizes this as she tumbles forward into the blonde girls arms.
The blondes chuckle in her ear sends shivers down her spine, she curses herself for being lazy and letting this happen at all.
"Here, let me help you inside" Clarke whispers as she keeps a strong grasp on Lexa. "Clarke, tell her mother if she needs anything I'm home, Lexa you should be fine, I don't see any obvious signs of trauma. Of course with any head injury you should go to the hospital but I feel like you're not going to even consider that an option. So let your mom know if the pain increases or you feel faint, to get me immediately" Abby says as she heads back to her own house.
"You can go, I'll be fine" Lexa tries to pull herself away but the blondes grip is harsh. "Please let me help you, your balance is off and the last thing you need is to fall again" Clarke starts pulling her forward into her house.
"Lexa, what the hell? What happened?!" Her mom is hovering instantly. Looking at Clarke with a weary expression.
"Hi, I'm Clarke Griffin, My mother Abby and I were outside when Lexa fell and hit her head" she quickly explained. Not wanting the woman to get the wrong idea.
"Lexa, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Her mom was cupping her cheeks, making this ordeal even worse.
"My mom checked her out, said if the pain gets worse or she faints to call her" Clarke adds. "She really should lay down, where do you want her" Clarke asked as Lexa spat out "basement" quicker than her mom could reply.
"Fine, I'll be down to check on you every 20 minutes, and don't fall asleep, I don't think you're supposed to sleep after a head injury" Alice says as she looks to Clarke "thank you for helping her in, and please thank your mom for me".
Clarke nods before helping Lexa down the stairs and onto the couch. Once she has Lexa settled, she plops down onto the end of the couch that Lexa isn't taking up.
Lexas eyes nearly bulge out of her head when she sees the girl sit down. "What are you doing?" She asks, exasperated.
"You really can't sleep for a few hours, I'm going to stay until I know you are out of the woods" Clarke says, like it's not even a thing.
"You can go, I don't even know you..it's weird" she mumbles. She feels her eyelids getting a little heavy and knows the girl can see it.
"Right, well I don't want even a strangers death on my conscience" she says quickly before glancing up at the television screen. "You play call of duty huh? Zombies is my favorite".
Lexa rolls her eyes, "why does that not surprise me" her tone is sarcastic, probably coming off bitchy to the other girl.
"Wow, you are just so pleasant, are you always like this? Or is this the injury talking" Clarke is glaring at her. Lexa can't help but wonder how the girl can look pretty with such a sour look on her face.
"This is my resident bitchiness, it wasn't caused by the injury and your not special so get used to it if you plan on staying" Lexa hides her head into the back of the couch, hoping the girl would get up and leave already.
Clarke laughs. The damn girl actually laughs at her. Oh does that really bother Lexa. She's about to let the girl know how she feels when the girl leans forward, grabs her controller and starts to play her game, her unsaved game.
"Woah! What the hell are you..." Lexa stops her own words as she watches the screen. The girl is good. Really good. She's blasting through the level. Which wouldn't be a big deal to her if the game wasn't on expert, but it was.
"Wow" was all that left her lips as she watched. The girl breezes through the level killing all the enemies in swift movements. Never even taking a hit.
"Judged me too soon, eh?" Clarke smirked as she kept her eyes focused on the screen. "I can see your brain working over there, my ex boyfriend and his roommate played a lot in his dorm, I started playing just to spend more time with him, apparently I'm a natural at this game".
Lexa just watches. She turns her head, staring at the girl now. She's not just pretty Lexa realizes, she's gorgeous and Lexa groans because she's just way too gay to handle this.
"What is it?" Clarke asks, hearing Lexa groan she pauses the game and looks over.
"Nothing, nothing at all" Lexa shoves her head back into the back of the couch.
"Well, since you don't seem like much of a small talker, I'm just gonna play while you relax" Clarke informs her, a tiny smile playing on her lips. Lexa just nods, using all the muscles in her face to keep herself from grinning like she wants.
They sit in relative silence as Clarke continues playing, Lexa tries to not make it obvious that she's watching. It starts getting late and Lexas yawns are getting harder to hold back.
Clarke finally turns off the game and turns to Lexa. "I should get going, I think you're okay by now but just incase" she grabs Lexas phone off the table and hands it to her so she can unlock it. Lexa sighs, types in her pass code and hands it back to Clarke. After Clarke has entered her number and given Lexa her phone back, she stands up and heads to the stairs. "If you need anything, just call" then she disappears up the steps.
Lexa just stays still, contemplating her whole day. She tells herself the girls annoying, cocky, and not her type. Oh and straight. 'Definitely straight'. She gets up, grabs her bowl, packs it and lights it. Releasing the smoke from her lungs, trying to forget everything that had transpired today. She couldn't help but think about a certain shade of blue and when she'd see it again as she fell asleep.