It has been so long since I've written a story, oh my gosh. But, alas, I have returned to write yet another story, another multi-chapter fic.
Clarke sat in the far corner of the book store in town, and was currently working on her latest sketch of the boy who worked there. She didn't even know his name, but he was the perfect specimen to draw. Many people would think her weird for drawing someone who's name she didn't even know, but lord, he was beautiful, any smart person would know he was worth drawing, even if it did make her seem weird in the process.
Clarke had gotten lost in her work again, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she worked on a sketch of the him from his waist up, and she didn't notice the sudden presence beside her.
"You're drawing me?" A voice said, making Clarke jump, and she squeaked, her sketch pad dropping to the floor as she toppled off her surprisingly high bean bag, one of her legs still up on the bean bag. She heard slightly laughter, and lifted her eyes to look up at the beautiful stranger that stood before her, trying to stifle his laughter. "S-sorry," he choked out between laughs as he held out his hand to help her up. "That was just so ungraceful for someone like you."
"Someone like me?" Clarke said, dumbfounded, staring up at him. She realized then, that he never let go of her hand. She flushed, and he blushed some as he realized this too, and released her hand promptly.
"I just, I mean, because you don't look like someone who would be so.. Clumsy.." He trailed off when he realized what he was saying, and turned a light shade of pink. "Oh, your sketchbook." He said suddenly, bending over to pick up her sketchbook.
"No!" She reached out, but it was too late, he already had it in his hands, and he was staring at her sketch of him. He lifted his gaze to meet hers, and raised an eyebrow. "Do you make a habit of drawing people you don't know, Princess?"
"What?! No! Princess?" She frowned some, and he laughed a bit, running a hand through his dark curls, making them even more adorably messy than they already were. She internally sighed some at the sight, or so she thought.
"I'm sorry but did you just swoon?" His expression was one of amusement, but he just shook his head. "Never mind, not important. And yeah, it's either Princess, or Blondie, because I uh, don't know your name.." He trailed off again, and reached up to rub the back of his neck.
"Clarke.. Clarke Griffin." She smiled a bit, taking her sketchbook back when he offered it, and looked down at the floor, making a piece of hair fall over her face.
"Bellamy. Bellamy Blake." He nodded a bit, and before he knew what he was doing, he had reached forward, and brushed the hair out of her face, making her eyes go wide as she looked up at him. His hand froze, and he stared at her with just as much shock. "I uh.. I.. Sorry.." He stammered, dropping his hand.
Clarke shook her head some. "It's uh.. It's fine.." She offered a small smile, though she was blushing furiously. "I guess I should be going.." She murmured, and tried not to smile at the look of disappointment cross Bellamy's features. "But first," Clarke flipped to an empty page in her sketchbook, and scribbled down a few things, before tearing it off, and handing it to Bellamy. "Here." And with that, she was gone, her hair flying out behind her as she opened the door, and a gust of wind blew into the store before it dinged shut.
Bellamy looked down at the paper, and he couldn't help the goofy grin that spread across his face. On the paper, there was Clarke's number, and a little note.
Call me sometime, maybe I can draw you properly, and not at all in a stalkerish manner - Clarke
I only have two words. Tee Hee.