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[kpforpresident]

CMBYN

Summer 1983

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The summer night Clarke met Lexa was hot and syrupy, with sunlight streaming in thick buttery ribbons through the dappled olive trees that dotted the Griffin’s family villa. Clarke had boarded the hours-long flight with her parents every May for as long as she could remember, spending their summers in the northern tip of Italy so that her father could spend the long days studying languages and history and archeology, so far from their home outside of Boston. Clarke and Abby good-naturedly came along for the months in the sun, surrounded by the heavily laden fruit trees and long hot days. Abby was able to spend the long months away from her co-owned medical practice due to her senior standing, Clarke afforded flexibility through her private school leniency and natural ability to excel despite missing the last month of school since she could walk.

Clarke and Raven had been sitting on the edge of the warm terracotta roof, legs swinging idly over the edge of the gutters as a shiny green car pulled up to the front of the house, gravel spattering beneath its wheels. Clarke and Raven exchanged a long-suffering glance as the car slowed, and then stopped, a shadowy figure peering out of the back window with their face obscured by the hot sum beaming onto the glass. Raven, Clarke’s summer friend of many years, had watched with half-baked amusement every summer as another wide-eyed young Ph.D. student had climbed out of similar hired cars, mouths agape and eyes shining as they drank in the sight of the imposing villa, ready to spend their summer soaking in the Italian sunshine and collaborating with Mr. Griffin on a variety of archeological subjects of varying degrees of vague interest to Clarke. 

Clarke turned to Raven, prepared to make another joke about spending another summer listening to the pretentious drivel of yet another soggy white man when the car door opened hesitantly, revealing the slender ankle of someone who was most definitely not a man. A slim hand rose to shield light green eyes as the woman tilted her head up to gaze at the villa, shiny brown hair glimmering over a freckled dotted shoulder. Jake and Abby burst from the battered wooden door hand in hand, the mystery woman revealing a perfect set of white teeth as she set down a small suitcase to warmly shake their hands. The three then head into the cool tiled interior of the villa, her bag in Jake’s right hand as he ushers her in.

A quiet cackle burst from Raven’s mouth as she observed the slightly vacant expression on Clarke’s face as she greedily drank in the sight of her father’s newest protegee. 

“Oh C, you are well and truly fucked.”