Making Plans
*Ding Ding*
The sound of Clarke’s phone ringing through the quiet bedroom caused the blonde to stir awake from her dream filled sleep. As she sat up in bed, blonde hair disheveled, she looked around the room to pin point the location of her phone. Realizing that her phone was still in her purse that she had thrown on her dresser last night, she quickly tried to get out of bed only to have her foot get tangled in the wild mess of blankets and send her crashing to the floor and letting out a deep grunt.
Clarke blew some hair out of her face as she untangled her feet and standing up to walk over to her dresser and rummaging through her purse for her phone. After successfully finding it hidden under she wallet and a bunch of random receipts she unlocked her phone to see a message from her best friend Raven.
“Hey blondie. Lincoln and I are planning on hitting up Grounders with a few friends tonight. You’re coming. No ifs, ands, or buts. I know you have some days off so you’re gonna hit the club with us and we are gonna get you laid!”
Clarke let out a soft laugh and shook her head before typing in a response to her demanding friend.
“The last time you made me go clubbing with you I ended up with minor alcohol poisoning. I think I’m done going to clubs with you.”
The last time Clarke had gone to the club with Raven the girl had pushed drink after drink on the poor blonde, telling her that she was getting her pumped to talk to the ladies. Clarke smiled as she remembered the feisty brunette leading her over to a group of woman and introducing themselves only for Clarke to go running into the bathroom with Raven hot on her heels. It was safe that that night neither her or Raven was taking anyone home. Clarke was brought out of her memory as her phone sounded off once more from another text.
“You lived didn’t you? Anyways, you’re coming whether you like it or not. I’ve got a hot co-worker that I think will do mighty fine for you. I know how you like to play the damsel in distress. ;)”
“Fine, I’ll go. But I swear if you make me as drunk as you did last time you’re doing my laundry for a month.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Just make yourself hot and meet us at Grounders around 11. Maybe wear THE blue dress. You know which one I mean.”
“Sounds like a plan. And I’m defiantly wearing that dress. Scored me a date with a model the last time I took it out for a spin.”
After Clarke said a quick goodbye to Raven she glanced up at the time on her phone. She had been talking to Raven for over an hour. She still had plenty of time to work on her painting and whip up a decent lunch. Speaking of paintings, Clarke turned around to stare at the forgotten canvas that sat on her easel. She couldn’t help the pull that she felt as she mindlessly walked to stand in front of it. Clarke could finally see the image that she had desperately been waiting to pop up in her mind. Before she knew what was happening she was making quick detailed lines and shapes to form the outline of her subject.
A few hours later Clarke ran the back of her hand across her forehead while proudly looking at her finished painting. She set down her supplies before looking over to her clock hanging on her wall before realizing that it was time for her to get ready for tonight. As she walked into the bathroom to wash the paint off her hands and start her hair and makeup, she couldn’t help but to look back once more at the green eyes that stared back at her from the drying canvas.