Got any teenage wasteland feels? I love that au
yes! i was thinking the other day of lexa always sort of looking like james dean but mostly because like. imprinted on anya at a young age and it’s easier to find ripped jeans than it is an unfaded dress. and every teenager has a james dean phase, even if they have no idea who james dean is
but clarke and raven saving up to buy her a prom dress. doing her makeup and fixing her hair and pretty femme lexa lightly dusted with clarkes perfume and draped in silky things. heels and no bra and her pleased little face to have raven and clarke on her arms. raven just as dolled up or in a suit maybe? clarke in a classy black dress she stole from her mother and a flask in her cleavage.
anya taking pictures! not the sentimental sort but the mantel is bare and lexa is so happy you can almost taste it in the air. driving them in her old two door honda and reminding lexa to text her every few hours so she knows they’re not dead. raven and clarke tumbling out of the backseat and anya’s hand on lexa’s elbow, soft. wants to say something sweet and heartfelt but can’t quite get it out--lexa squeezes her wrist once and they understand each other.
sipping rubbing alcohol vodka from the flask in the bathroom with the other girls and someone snuck in a case of natty light. popping the tabs with fresh painted nails and redoing their lipstick in the chipped mirrors. toilet paper roll stuffed with laundry static softener so they can have a cigarette and not set off the alarm.
dancing until the last song plays with the lights on and walking leaned tipsy on each other with the straps of their heels dangling from their linked fingers. making out in the back of a taxicab because sometimes you’re too high on life and living to remember to hide your happiness away where someone won’t take it from you.
private afterparty at a hotel room. burritos from the taco truck two blocks away and an infomericial on the television? helping each other unzip and dropping shoulder kisses. lexas curls tumbling down from their updo and tickling her back. dress puddles on the carpet and a bed big enough for all of them to stretch out on and they still squish so close.
little bit more liquor and maybe a little weed on the balcony and the complimentary fluffy robes. squeezing into the bath? too buzzed and wired and alive to waste the night sleeping.
