#alex looking slightly insane but with a whole lot of floaty hearts - THAT'S US ON A PERMANENT BASIS

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KATIEEEE - IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!! 🎈🎂🥳🎊🎉🎁❤️❤️❤️❤️

You make me as happy as a Pierre podium. As joyful as a speedy Ferrari pitstop. As excited as a @Calamars Sighting tag on the server.

I cannot even begin to tell you how much you mean to me. From the first message you ever sent me, I've known that you and I get each other. We just clicked, and that is rare in this life. I feel so lucky. ❤️

I hope this year is as special for you as you are to me. You deserve all of the love and happiness and good times - and I can't wait to see all that you achieve ❤️

I love you so much today, and always. Thank you for being my best friend.😚😚😚😚😚😚❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

And finally.... Pierre being sexy collage for your special day ❤️

LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!

HI TO THE LOVE OF MY FANDOM LIFE (AKA pierre gasly looking sexy 👌👌👌😘)

... i'm joking. YOU are the love of my fandom life. of course you fucking are 🥹 i'm just like... BRIONY 😭😭😭😭🥺 we're british; we're not meant to be good at emotions!!! but i will CRY this is so sweet 💙 as charles said to pierre, we know each other too well. this is PERFECT ❤️

ughhhh, i don't even know what to say to you except that i love you SO MUCH, and thank you for being my best friend, too. thank you so so so much!! I LOVE YOU LIKE PIERRE LOVES CHARLES <333 😘

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There was a girl, and I accidentally fell in love Chapter 2

If I ever die I’d like these words to be written on my tombstone “Here lies Lena Luthor, an endless sufferer of shenanigans and idiocies not performed in any way, shape or form by her”. Because, dear people jobless enough to sit and listen to this sadness, that is the story of my life summed up in a few words.

A day after I’d made that deal with Lex, he started bugging me to go and quote “Woo the girl”, which I, of course refused to do, because that would be weird. Jack had the insane idea of becoming friends with her, and then casually mentioning to her that I was “Hot, into girls, and looking for somebody to date”. I shut that down right away because Jack had the subtlety of a rampaging rhino in a glass room. Sam laughed for about five minutes straight when I told her that I’d agreed with Lex’s plan, and then told me that I was screwed.

“What? Why?” I asked her, affronted “You don’t think I could convince someone to date me?”

She shrugged.

“What? I’m hot!”

“Yeah, but you’re also awkward, and kind of an idiot, and really, really gay for pretty girls.”

I glared at her until she stopped snickering, but the entire thing had gotten me thinking. My only dating experience had been a girl at some camp in Freshman Year, and that had ended when my mother had discovered us making out in my bedroom.

Ah, fun times.

Either way, she had put a stop to it, by pulling some strings and making sure we never saw each other again. It hadn’t really destroyed my life, or anything, because I hadn’t really known Dana that long or anything, but it was a major inconvenience. Mostly because it had given her much more fodder to harp on me, without reason.

“Guys,” I said slowly out loud at lunch one day to my audience of two “What if I’m not good at romance?”

Both Jack and Sam stared at me, and then simultaneously rolled their eyes.

**********

“Okay, so you go up to her, and say “Hey, how ya’ doin’?””

“You know I don’t like that stupid show, Jack!”

“Or, I can go and trip her up around you, and then you get to be the one to catch her in your arms, and grab all her books out of mid-air, and she’ll fall in love with you.”

“Sam, I’m not Spiderman.”

**********

Despite my friends’ best efforts, it wasn’t until a week later that I actually talked to her.

It was at some shitty party at some random jock’s party, and almost every person from school who was maybe slightly relevant was there, drinking and acting generally depraved. This party was a neutral one, which is why both Lex’s buddies and Clark’s theater group was there, at the same time. They just gave each other a wide berth. We walked in there, fashionably late, and had been mostly sticking together. That was, until Sam walked off to play beer pong, and Jack left with a girl who wanted to discuss the latest episode of Black Mirror with him. That left me alone at a party I didn’t even want to be. I started walking around the house, looking for something to do. Eventually, I ended up at the kitchen, and was just about to pick up a red cup.

“I hope you’ve got someone to drop you home after this,” came a voice from near the door, and I nearly dropped it in surprise.

I looked up to see Kara Danvers standing in front of me, fiddling with her hands.

“I mean,” she said in response to my raised eyebrow “I wouldn’t dream of telling you what to do, of course, it’s just……my friend told me it was super strong so, I just. You know, thought I’d warn you. Or something.”

She was so awkward. I smiled at her “Hey, I’m Lena.”

**********

Did I know back then that I was talking to the girl I was going to fall in crazy stupid hopefully possibly forever love with?

No.

Did I, however, think she was one of the strangest people I’d ever met in my life?

Definitely.

**********

She fiddled with her hands a lot, I found out soon. She kept tapping her fingers in an uneven rhythm on the kitchen countertop, and would keep swaying side to side on her feet while she was listening to me. Sometimes, she would reach up and adjust her glasses, needlessly. Her hair was down that day, and she was wearing a sundressy kind of thing that made her look floaty, somehow. The entire picture was kind of adorable.

“I don’t really, like parties,” she told me, leaning forward, as though there were people around spying on us.

“I can tell,” I whispered back, just as conspiratorially.

“You’re laughing at me,” she pouted, and it was so cute it surprised me into dropping my smile right away.

“I’m not. I think parties are stupid too. Like, that’s no way to get to know somebody. If you really want to know somebody it has to be quiet, and both of you need to be comfortable, and ideally, there should be food, and it’s even better if there’s chocolate, but yeah,” I tapered off, awkwardly.

She was staring at me.

“Kara?” I asked.

She shook her head slightly, smiled at me, and then held out her hand. I just stared dumbly at it.

“What?”

“Shall we go find some chocolate?” she said, and I swear for that one moment my stomach fell several stories, and bounced upwards, jostling my heart into action.

**********

“Hey, Pride and Prejudice was awesome. But am I the only one who thought poor Mary should’ve gotten a little bit of happiness towards the end too? I mean, all she did was play the piano.”

“Did you know that we’re all basically made of stardust? Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? I mean, what if stars were sentient. And had high schools and everything. I bet I came from that one loser star who used to run around planet gazing, and writing poetry about the Big Bang.”

“You want to know my theory? Opposite day is basically a paradox. Because as soon as you say that it’s opposite day today, everything you say has to be the opposite of what you mean. So, by that logic, what you said was false. It’s not opposite day. But then, unless it’s opposite day, it wouldn’t be false. Gosh, I think I’m confusing you. Does that make sense? Because it’s making a lot of sense to me.”

“And that is why I firmly stand by my belief that people who like Riverdale usually have small hands and squinty eyes.”

**********

It has been six months to that day, and I still remember every word of what she said to me. I remember her talking too fast, too much, and I remember talking about everything with her. We went from books, to movies to the astrophysics, and all throughout the conversation I was mostly trying to keep up with this ridiculous person, who could rank all the food she’d ever had on basis of how color friendly they’d looked. She was shy, but had a mind that worked like lightning, and I just wanted to keep talking.

**********

Unfortunately for me, Clark Kent existed.

Just around midnight, when the party was dying down, and people were starting to pass out on the lawns where we were sitting, he walked out.

“Hey, Kara, we should……” he started, and that was when he saw me “What are you doing here?”

“Talking?” I said, sitting up straighter.

He stared at me with distrust, and held out a hand for Kara “Let’s go.”

She looked at me, then at him, evidently picking up on the tension between us, and got up. Waved awkwardly.

“I’ll…….see you around?” I called out behind her, before she disappeared into the house.

**********

“So that was it?” Lex asked me.

I shrugged “We met, we talked, Clark showed up, she went away. Not really that eventful.”

“Okay,” he stretched it out “If you say so.”

Sam and Jack kept staring at me right after he went to sleep.

“What” I deadpanned.

“That wasn’t as uneventful as you were making it out to be,” Jack said, with the confidence of an idiot who thinks he sniffs something burning in the kitchen next door.

“Um,” I looked at Sam, expecting her to start up next, but she was curiously out of it, tonight. Her mind seemed faraway “Sam? What’s up?”

She started “What? Oh. Nothing.”

“Yeah, dude,” Jack chimed in “Last I saw you were playing beer pong with Danvers, and then I totally lost track.”

“Not Alex Danvers,” I frowned. Alex and Sam had always had one of those stupid class rivalries you see in movies. They couldn’t agree on one thing in the classes they had together “Don’t you hate her?”

“I don’t hate her.”

I turned my voice shriller “Alex Danvers is an idiot with a chip on her shoulder about biology. Like chlorophyll even is that interesting.”

“I have never sounded like…….hey! This was about you and Kara. What the fuck are we talking about me for?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, guys. We talked.”

“For a whole three hours? That’s crazy.”

“She’s……..interesting,” I admitted, casually plopping onto my bed “Now, no more questions. Go to sleep, idiots.”

“No, no, no, wait!,” I heard Sam say, and suddenly both of their faces were over mine “How interesting?”

“What the fuck?”

“Tell us!” Sam exclaimed.

“Okay, okay,” I muttered, freaked out “Very. Now no more questions. Every person sleeps now. And that’s an order.

Then there was quiet for the next fifteen minutes, as both of them settled in with their mattresses and their blankets. Right when I was just about to fall asleep myself, Sam spoke up again.

“Hey, Lena?”

I mumbled something sleepily.

Even through the haze of sleep, I could hear the mischief in her voice “You totally think she’s hot, don’t you?”

“Shut up, Sam.”