Chapter 1
"You ate all my cereal!"
Clarke blinks as she spoons another bite into her mouth, "So?"
"We had an agreement, bitch," Octavia huffs as she slams the empty box onto the table and narrows her eyes at her. "You get to eat all the sugary bullshit and I get to eat the Wheaties. How are my guns supposed to grow without them?"
"Guns? You think you have guns?" Clarke demands with a mouthful of cereal, the milk dribbles down her chin and she wipes it away with a bark of laughter. "O, those are not guns. Those are little baby mountains."
"Fuck you." Octavia growls as she picks up the box and tosses it Clarke's way.
Clarke laughs loudly as she ducks her head to dodge the cardboard before she stumbles from her seat and tries to dodge the Cheerios that Octavia throws at her as she races through their small New York apartment. The laughter sounds around them and the pair can't help but thank whoever is listening that they met that day in the NYU library four years ago. Milk sloshes over the side of the bowl and splatters on the floor and Clarke groans with a pout.
"Look what you did!" Clarke whines. "There goes my breakfast."
"Good." Octavia snaps. "You didn't deserve it."
The silence settles in the shoebox apartment and Octavia arches an eyebrow in silent challenge. The two square off, Clarke tightens her grasp on her half empty cereal bowl while Octavia folds her arms over her chest. Blue eyes narrow and Clarke gives a quick flick of her wrist and laughs loudly as the younger woman cries out in shock as the skim milk splatters all over her pajamas while Wheaties litter the ground around her.
Octavia snarls as she glares at her, "You're dead."
"Bring it!" Clarke laughs.
-x-
"Sleeping next to you is like sleeping next to a fire."
Lexa flutters her eyes open and frowns as she catches sight of her best friend as she sits on the edge of her bed while she tugs on a t-shirt. A smirk spreads across her face as she rubs her blurry eyes and fights back a yawn. As another yawn rises in her throat, a pillow meets her face and Lexa chuckles as she tosses it aside and reaches over the side of the bed to grab her bra. Both women dress in silence and Lexa smirks as she latches lace into place.
"Hey, you're the one who spent your night here instead of in your room." Lexa reminds her as she sits up and rubs at her bra clad chest before she winces at a familiar burn that lines her shoulders. "You tore up my back again, Raven."
"Can you blame me?" Raven scoffs as she glances over her shoulder.
"Nah. You're right. I'm a queen in the sack." Lexa smirks but the look disappears as she's met with a pillow to the face, her messy locks bounce as she swipes them from her face. "That's it, get out of my room."
Raven snickers as she easily slides from the familiar bed with a small wince and grabs a pair of Lexa's sleep shorts as she slowly leaves her room with a barely there limp, and rolls her eyes at the sight before her. Like every morning, Miller and Monty rush around the apartment while they share a cup of coffee. It annoys her how in love they are, but it also amazes her how her best friend found love with somebody; she didn't think Miller ever would.
"You know, we have enough mugs for you guys to have two separate cups." Raven muses as she patters across the living room floor and towards the kitchen. "You two don't always have to share your coffee."
"It's easier this way." Monty shrugs as he grabs the mug from Miller.
Miller nods as he swallows his gulp, "Less to clean up."
Raven arches an eyebrow in answer as she pours her own cup of coffee before she turns to sip at the bitter drink and watch as her best friends scramble to gather their things for work while trading pointless small talk. A sigh of boredom leaves her as she flashes a look to the clock on the wall and she winces as she realizes she only has thirty minutes to get ready for work herself. She swallows another gulp of coffee before she turns to add sugar and cream to her cup.
"I don't see why the two of you don't just date." Monty mumbles as he sets the mug in the sink and catches the eyebrow arch from Raven. "You and Lexa. You're sleeping together and you make her coffee."
"That doesn't mean we're good for each other, Monty," Raven snorts. "She's getting over Costia and I need a warm body since Wick decided to be a dick and cheat on me so we agreed to use each other until something better comes along."
"If she was a dude, you'd be pregnant." Monty teases.
"Hm. That'd be fun. We'd be two gay guys, a lesbian, a pansexual, and a baby." Raven chuckles as she quickly stirs the coffee and narrows her eyes with a faraway expression on her beautiful face. "We could have our own TV show."
"You're so weird," Monty laughs. "See you later."
Raven nods a goodbye to him and shouts one to Miller before she leaves the mug of warm coffee on the counter and patters off to get ready; the brunette winces as a pain flares in her hip while the muscles in her leg seem to tighten. She's halfway through a shower that calms the ache in her leg when she hears Lexa shout a thank you for the coffee. Raven smiles as she washes her hair and thinks how lucky she was to have her friends.
-x-
Octavia sighs as she waves at her last client of the afternoon and she drops against the wall as she tries to catch her breath. Her latest client was all for cardio and that was Octavia's least favorite thing to do. As she towels at her damp forehead, the sound of her phone causes her to blow out a breath as she reaches for her it. Her green eyes roll when she catches her cousin's name and she clicks in her password before she scans the text over.
Lexbian: Just wanted to check on you. How's the new apartment?
Octavia: Good. It's pretty nice. Bigger than my dorm room lol
Lexbian: And your roommate? Still that one girl?
Octavia: Still a yes.
Octavia: And no we're not sleeping together.
Lexbian: Just checking. Call you tomorrow.
Octavia: I won't hold my breath ;)
"Is that your mysterious cousin?"
Octavia jumps as she glances to Clarke, "She's not really a mystery."
"I've been your friend for years and I've never met her. I've met your brother and Anya and you say she's practically your sister so where has she been?" Clarke asks as she hands Octavia a water bottle, the brunette accepts it with a grateful smile as she pops the top.
"You know that I usually go out to Flordia and that's where she lives. That's where all my family is so it's easier." Octavia shrugs as she swallows a gulp of water. "You were supposed to meet her last time she was here, but you got sick."
"Oh yeah." Clarke nods. "Forgot about that."
Octavia laughs as she catches the goofy smile that appears on Clarke's face, "Yeah. Mhm. Too bad you weren't sick at all, you just wanted to Netflix and chill with Monroe. That must've been awkward when she told you about Harper."
"Eh. Not really. A little embarrassing but not as bad as you'd think." Clarke shrugs as she tosses her sweat rag over her shoulder. "She introduced me to her best friend and I fucked him so it wasn't a total loss."
"Yeah." Octavia smirks. "And I fucked his sister."
The two share a fist bump and a laugh before they separate to gather their gym bags so they can cash out for the night. As Octavia gathers her things, she can't help but wonder how she got so lucky to have such an amazing best friend. There was no way life could get better. A smile lights up her face as she shoulders her bag and snickers at the sight of Clarke as she attempts to chat up the gym medic; the sound of her phone catches her attention and she glances down at it quickly.
Momster: Octavia! Have you gathered a date for your cousin's wedding next month?
The smile on her face slips away, "Fuck."
-x-
"Stop touching me."
"I'm not!"
"I can literally feel your toe against my thigh."
"Well, scoot over then."
"Children," Miller cuts in as he patters into the living room and offers a bowl of popcorn to Monty. "We don't have time for you two to argue. We have about three episodes of The Bachelor to catch up on and I need you both happy."
"Tell her to stop digging her fucking toe into my thigh and I'll be happy." Raven grumbles and then squeals a moment later as Lexa pushes her foot forward. "Fuckin' hell, Lex! How about you cut your fucking nails?"
Lexa snickers to herself before she pulls her legs away from Raven and settles back against the couch. The sound of Monty's excited laughter causes her to smile as she watches Miller curl himself around his boyfriend. The foursome lose themselves in drama and spend the next hour yelling and swearing at the TV while they shovel handfuls of popcorn and sweets into their mouths; Lexa throws her head back as her pick goes home and Raven shoots her a triumphant look.
"Told you she'd go." Raven purrs. "That's one orgasm for me."
"You two are disgusting." Monty whines as he lifts his head from Miller's shoulder while his boyfriend fastforwards through the commericals. "Can you at least keep your little bets and bedroom talk between yourselves?"
"Hey, you and Miller don't! We can hear the freaky shit the two of you do." Raven scoffs while Lexa nods in rapid agreement. "If I have to hear him call you King Monty one more time then I'm going to cry."
"Your roleplaying is so weird." Lexa chuckles. "Right, Knight Miller?"
Miller blushes and clears his throat, "You guys suck."
"I think it's you who sucks, Squire. Or at least that's what Monty was asking you to do the other night." Raven chirps and she laughs as Lexa offers her hand, their palms slap together as they share a smirk. "Wanna come at our sex life again?"
"Don't call it our sex life." Lexa pleads. "It's your sex life. And mine. Separate."
"Right. Separate." Raven nods with a roll of her eyes.
The show starts again and the four fall back into fake reality before she feels a buzz in her pocket. Lexa arches off the couch to dig her phone free from her pocket and furrows her brow at the sight of her aunt's name. She clicks in his password and glances up at the TV in time to see Miller's pick get a rose while Monty's stands to the side with a hopeful smile. Her eyes dance back to the text message conversation and she freezes as her eyes widen.
Aunt Satan: Alexandria! Have you gathered a date for your sister's wedding next month?
Lexa's head falls back with a groan, "Fuck."