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Lexa combs her fingers through her thick curls; a meager attempt at distraction. She fiddles with the phone in her other hand, checking the time. She swallows a shaky breath, only five more minutes.
Lexa has been crushing hard on Clarke longer than she cares to admit. The flamboyant art girl and the quiet history geek, not your typical pair but they have been inseparable since Lexa transferred to their private high school.
Being in a Catholic school, it comes to no surprise at the lack of diversity. Lexa is the only lesbian she knows; leaving her quite lonely.
Lexa remembers her first day, the homophobic slurs as she walks down the hallway. She keeps her head down, focused on the tiles ahead as she walks to her next class.
Lexa bumps into someone and pulls out her earbud, awaiting the inevitable verbal assault. She glance up at the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes she has been lucky enough to see.
Instead of a tongue lashing, the blonde swings her arm out. Lexa takes a step back, a fight is not what she pictured on her first day.
"Hey there, you must be new! I'm Clarke!"
Lexa extends a cautious hands and replies, "I'm Lexa."
--
Lexa laughs at the memory, how far they've come since that faithful first day. Lexa grins when she sees Clarke, so beautiful with the sun trailing just behind. In that moment, Lexa wonders why she agreed to this.
Clarke isn't a lesbian, this would only hurt her in the end. After graduation, they already planned on attending colleges across the country. Lexa to Harvard for Political Science; Clarke to Stanford for Graphic design.
"Lexa! You're here already!"
Clarke's blonde locks glow in the golden sun. Her blue dress cut just above the knee, it brings out her eyes. Lexa couldn't be any more lucky to be attending prom with such a gorgeous girl.
Clarke is waiting for an answer, Lexa clears her dry throat and says, "Acting like lesbians wasn't enough Clarke? You had to throw the dress code out too?"
Clarke twirls for her best friend, "You don't like it?" She asks.
Lexa watches, time seeming to slow down around them. The chirping of the birds fade and Lexa is left in her thoughts. Before she realizes it, the words slip out, "You're beautiful."
Clarke stops and Lexa's face burns a hot shade of red. She belittles herself with angry reminders that Clarke isn't a lesbian, this is for show, she has unrequited love for this girl.
"Thanks Lexa, you look pretty hot yourself." Clarke says, propping an elbow out for her date.
Lexa links arms and they head towards the venue.
--
Lexa checks the time on her phone, the dance will be ending in less than an hour. She decides this would be as good a time as any to tell Clarke her feelings.
Prom night marks the end of their time together. They will only see each other once more after tonight; Graduation.
Lexa leans into Clarke's ear, shouting over the loud music, "Can we go somewhere quieter?"
Clarke nods, leading them and dancing along the way.
They exit the doors, ears ringing as they adjust to the quiet room. Lexa straightens the cuffs of she sleeves, feeling too vulnerable for a dress, she went with a silver vest, bow tie, and white slacks.
"Music too much?" Clarke asks.
Lexa shakes her head, her heart begins to race, as her mind is flooded with all of the outcomes of their impending conversation.
"Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about." She says, in a near whisper.
"Oh? What is it?" Clarke asks.
Lexa glances around with a frown, too many ears. She doesn't want to take the chance of being pranked on the most important day of a high schooler's life. Lexa guides Clarke into a darkened hallway, illuminated only by a single incandescent emergency light.
"What's wrong?" Clarke asks, eyes growing a deeper shade of blue.
Lexa swallows the lump in her throat and clasps her hands with Clarke's.
"Clarke, I've been meaning to tell this to you for a while now. I don't even know where to begin. I know you're not Gay, but the day you asked me to prom made my heart skip a beat. I-" Lexa's voice cracks, "I think I-..." Lexa shakes her head, unable to force the words out.
Clarkes smile grows and she squeezes Lexa's palms, blurting out, "I love you too Lexa!"
Lexa's jaw drops open, "Wha-"
Clarke brings Lexa's hands up to her mouth, placing a kiss over their linked fingers. "I love you Lexa, I have for a while now."
Lexa's mouth opens and closes, unable to form words.
Clarke chuckles, "Are you going to say something? Do I need to get your inhaler?"
Lexa shakes her head, shaking the shock from her mind, "I-I love you too," her mouth finally forms the words and she can't stop, "Clarke, I love you, I really love you. I wish you would have told me sooner, maybe we could have picked closer schools."
Clarke pulls Lexa towards herself, "I got accepted to Harvard!"
Lexa's mouth drops open again, "What? Clarke, no, you can't change colleges-"
Clarke frowns, "You don't want me to go to the same school?"
Lexa shakes her head, giving Clarke's hands a reassuring squeeze and says, "No it's not that, Stanford is one of the best art schools in the country, you can't just change schools because of me."
Clarke grins again, "Lexa, I can! They offered me a free ride!"
Lexa's stomach fills with butterflies, having never been so happy and nervous at the same time. This has to be a dream, someone wake her up! Lexa just stares into Clarke eyes. Memorizing this moment forever.
"We can be roommates Lexa, unless that's going too far..." Clarke says, trailing off.
Lexa shakes her head, "No, I would love that."
The two get lost in each others eyes, imagining all the the firsts they will get to experience together in college.
The sound of seniors filing out, enters their ears. Clarke says something but Lexa doesn't quite catch it.
"Lexa?"
"Hmm?
"Your hands are sweaty."
--
"Lexa?"
"Hmm?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Lexa hums quietly to herself, grasping her wife's hands in her own, "Just thinking of prom."
Clarke grins, remembering the event like it was yesterday and not 7 years ago. She entwined her fingers with Lexa's and grins, "Your hands are still sweaty."

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Lexa combs her fingers through her thick curls; a meager attempt at distraction. She fiddles with the phone in her other hand, checking the time. She swallows a shaky breath, only five more minutes.
Lexa has been crushing hard on Clarke longer than she cares to admit. The flamboyant art girl and the quiet history geek, not your typical pair but they have been inseparable since Lexa transferred to their private high school.
Being in a Catholic school, it comes to no surprise at the lack of diversity. Lexa is the only lesbian she knows; leaving her quite lonely.
Lexa remembers her first day, the homophobic slurs as she walks down the hallway. She keeps her head down, focused on the tiles ahead as she walks to her next class.
Lexa bumps into someone and pulls out her earbud, awaiting the inevitable verbal assault. She glance up at the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes she has been lucky enough to see.
Instead of a tongue lashing, the blonde swings her arm out. Lexa takes a step back, a fight is not what she pictured on her first day.
"Hey there, you must be new! I'm Clarke!"
Lexa extends a cautious hands and replies, "I'm Lexa."
--
Lexa laughs at the memory, how far they've come since that faithful first day. Lexa grins when she sees Clarke, so beautiful with the sun trailing just behind. In that moment, Lexa wonders why she agreed to this.
Clarke isn't a lesbian, this would only hurt her in the end. After graduation, they already planned on attending colleges across the country. Lexa to Harvard for Political Science; Clarke to Stanford for Graphic design.
"Lexa! You're here already!"
Clarke's blonde locks glow in the golden sun. Her blue dress cut just above the knee, it brings out her eyes. Lexa couldn't be any more lucky to be attending prom with such a gorgeous girl.
Clarke is waiting for an answer, Lexa clears her dry throat and says, "Acting like lesbians wasn't enough Clarke? You had to throw the dress code out too?"
Clarke twirls for her best friend, "You don't like it?" She asks.
Lexa watches, time seeming to slow down around them. The chirping of the birds fade and Lexa is left in her thoughts. Before she realizes it, the words slip out, "You're beautiful."
Clarke stops and Lexa's face burns a hot shade of red. She belittles herself with angry reminders that Clarke isn't a lesbian, this is for show, she has unrequited love for this girl.
"Thanks Lexa, you look pretty hot yourself." Clarke says, propping an elbow out for her date.
Lexa links arms and they head towards the venue.
--
Lexa checks the time on her phone, the dance will be ending in less than an hour. She decides this would be as good a time as any to tell Clarke her feelings.
Prom night marks the end of their time together. They will only see each other once more after tonight; Graduation.
Lexa leans into Clarke's ear, shouting over the loud music, "Can we go somewhere quieter?"
Clarke nods, leading them and dancing along the way.
They exit the doors, ears ringing as they adjust to the quiet room. Lexa straightens the cuffs of she sleeves, feeling too vulnerable for a dress, she went with a silver vest, bow tie, and white slacks.
"Music too much?" Clarke asks.
Lexa shakes her head, her heart begins to race, as her mind is flooded with all of the outcomes of their impending conversation.
"Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about." She says, in a near whisper.
"Oh? What is it?" Clarke asks.
Lexa glances around with a frown, too many ears. She doesn't want to take the chance of being pranked on the most important day of a high schooler's life. Lexa guides Clarke into a darkened hallway, illuminated only by a single incandescent emergency light.
"What's wrong?" Clarke asks, eyes growing a deeper shade of blue.
Lexa swallows the lump in her throat and clasps her hands with Clarke's.
"Clarke, I've been meaning to tell this to you for a while now. I don't even know where to begin. I know you're not Gay, but the day you asked me to prom made my heart skip a beat. I-" Lexa's voice cracks, "I think I-..." Lexa shakes her head, unable to force the words out.
Clarkes smile grows and she squeezes Lexa's palms, blurting out, "I love you too Lexa!"
Lexa's jaw drops open, "Wha-"
Clarke brings Lexa's hands up to her mouth, placing a kiss over their linked fingers. "I love you Lexa, I have for a while now."
Lexa's mouth opens and closes, unable to form words.
Clarke chuckles, "Are you going to say something? Do I need to get your inhaler?"
Lexa shakes her head, shaking the shock from her mind, "I-I love you too," her mouth finally forms the words and she can't stop, "Clarke, I love you, I really love you. I wish you would have told me sooner, maybe we could have picked closer schools."
Clarke pulls Lexa towards herself, "I got accepted to Harvard!"
Lexa's mouth drops open again, "What? Clarke, no, you can't change colleges-"
Clarke frowns, "You don't want me to go to the same school?"
Lexa shakes her head, giving Clarke's hands a reassuring squeeze and says, "No it's not that, Stanford is one of the best art schools in the country, you can't just change schools because of me."
Clarke grins again, "Lexa, I can! They offered me a free ride!"
Lexa's stomach fills with butterflies, having never been so happy and nervous at the same time. This has to be a dream, someone wake her up! Lexa just stares into Clarke eyes. Memorizing this moment forever.
"We can be roommates Lexa, unless that's going too far..." Clarke says, trailing off.
Lexa shakes her head, "No, I would love that."
The two get lost in each others eyes, imagining all the the firsts they will get to experience together in college.
The sound of seniors filing out, enters their ears. Clarke says something but Lexa doesn't quite catch it.
"Lexa?"
"Hmm?
"Your hands are sweaty."
--
"Lexa?"
"Hmm?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Lexa hums quietly to herself, grasping her wife's hands in her own, "Just thinking of prom."
Clarke grins, remembering the event like it was yesterday and not 7 years ago. She entwined her fingers with Lexa's and grins, "Your hands are still sweaty."