So I thought I'd play around with a new way to write a story for me. Tell me what you think :)

A dream is how they would meet, and a dream is how they would say goodbye.

Bellamy woke with a start, thrashing about in a flurry of sheets as he tried to untangle himself. He fell back onto the pillows with a heavy sigh as he finally relaxed, staring at the cieling. He dreamt about her again. That blonde head of curls. He had yet to see her face, but that hair, that image of hair was forever imprinted in his head.

His eyes. That's all Clarke ever saw in her dreams. His deep brown eyes. So deep she could drown in them. But that's all she saw. Not the rest of his face. Just his eyes. Throughout the day she would imagine them, and as she walked down the street, she tried to see if she could recognize those eyes in any of the strangers she passed, though she doubted that was possible. It was just a dream after all, what did a pair of eyes mean to her?

Once again, he woke up in a quick, panicky manner, but a bit more thrown off. He had seen more that night. Her smile. He got to see her smile. Her smile. That's all he could think about. It was so.. So.. Beautiful. He wanted to see it in person. But what were the odds of that? He was just seeing some girl he had passed some day on a street maybe. Right?

His smile. His jaw. And just a little bit of his nose. That's what she got. But that was all. No hair. No way to be sure of his cheeks, or the rest of his face for that matter, but sure enough she was quick enough to get out of bed and draw what little bit she had seen under his eyes that she had drawn. It looked a little silly without the rest of his face, but she was getting there.

She felt as if something was tugging her, compelling her to go into that little coffee shop she had passed every day but never thought to enter. A ding as the door opened, a friendly barista who took her order a bit to cheerily. And a pair of eyes. A jaw line. Could that be? To be sure, she sat down, pulled out her little sketch (which she carried everywhere with her, just in case) and filled in the missing spaces with the mans face, and sure enough, they fit, perfectly. She would never know if he had looked up though. But sure enough he had, and all he would see as her head of blonde curls disappearing out the door.

Could that be her? Bellamy's heart pounded as he saw a head of blonde curls as he was walking down the street, and now he was frantically moving through the crowds and try to get to her. He could feel the beginning of a name on his tongue. Something that started with a C? But he wasn't sure. But then, she turned a corner, and he moved even faster, but sure enough, when he turned the corner himself, she was gone.

And of course, that weekend, Bellamy's sister was going to hold a party. Apparently she was inviting quite a few people, and the people she was inviting were going to be able to invite people they know too. And good god, when the party did arrive, there were far more people then he expected, and the music was pounding, it almost felt like the house was shaking. But then her saw her. Blonde hair, and her smile, her smile was one of a kind.

She laughed at something Octavia said, then paused when she saw the face of the man from her dreams, literally the man from her dreams. "O, who is that?" She nodded some towards him, and Octavia giggled some. "Oh, that's my brother, you remember me telling you about him right? Bellamy." Clarke did a double take, looking at Octavia. "He's your brother?" She stared at Octavia in shock. "Clarke? What is it?" Clarke shook her head, backing away then turning and running flat into Bellamy's chest

Bellamy put his hands up to catch her before she fell, looking down at her some, staring at her and earning a strange look from Octavia? "Bellamy, have you met Clarke before?" Octavia furrowed her brows some in confusion. "Clarke.." Bellamy whispered her name, and it just felt right saying her name.

"Bellamy." She whispered in response, but then shook her head. "I have to go." She ducked around him and pushed her way through the crowd and out the front door, running down the street. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. He was Octavia's brother, she couldn't do that to Octavia. It was wrong, just wrong.

"Bellamy!" Octavia grabbed Bellamy. "What happened?" She frowned some, but Bellamy just shook her off. "It's a long story, but I have to go." He shook his head, turning and followed after Clarke, looking down both sides to see which way she ran, and turned, running after the bouncing blonde hair. "Clarke!" Bellamy yelled, and luckily, because his legs were longer, he was able to catch up, grabbing her arm. "Clarke." He breathed, turning her around to face him. "Why did you run?"

"Because you're Octavia's brother, she's my friend, I can't."

"But you can feel this, right? Please tell me I'm not the only one." Her skin felt amazing against his own, and he was doing his best to keep the contact just limited to her arm and his hand.

"I can but I shouldn't." She shook her head. "Bellamy.." She had tears in her eyes. "Octavia won't like this."

"How do you know?" Bellamy pulled her a little closer, his face a little close to hers. "And why should we care? Clarke, I don't know why, or how, but I know we're right, this is right." He put his forehead against hers. "Please Clarke.." He whispered, closing his eyes.

She felt the same pain he felt, and shook her head some. "I can't. I'm sorry." She backed away, letting go of his hand, she hadn't even realized she had grabbed it. "Goodbye, Bellamy." She whispered, and turned, continuing on her way home. Leaving Bellamy standing there, speechless and hurt.

THIS WILL BE A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC SO DO NOT WORRY YOUR HEARTS AT ALL