AN-Hi guys, this is a modern AU Bellarke story! It starts out slow, and in their childhood, but soon we'll get to them when they're older. I modified the age gaps a little, Octavia is a year younger than Clarke, and Clarke is three years younger than Bellamy, but she skipped a grade of school, because she's amazing. Thank you!

Note:Chapter title is from the song "Hold on" by Go Radio.

Abby Griffin sipped her coffee at the counter, swallowing a few aspirins for good measure. Surveying the messy living room, littered with various children's toys and trinkets, she got up and walked toward the stairs, making sure to dodge a particularly vicious-looking Lego.

"Clarke Eliza Griffin, get down here and clean up this mess before your father gets home!"

To her surprise, instead of a girl of eight with curly blond hair, a slightly smaller girl with with long black hair peeked out from behind the corner.

"Octavia!" Abby exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

Before Octavia could answer, a cocky-looking eleven-year-old boy joined her on the stair landing.

"My mom had to go run somewhere, said it was an emergency." Bellamy replied. "I think you were doing laundry or something."

Abby wasn't surprised. Being a single mother meant Aurora had to leave her children with the Griffins a lot.

"Alright. Well, play nice. Bellamy, you can go use my laptop if you'd like."

"Sweet!" He slid down the banister with excitement, taking the laptop from the counter and carrying it back upstairs. "Thanks, Mrs. Griffin!" he called from what Abby assumed was the playroom. Octavia, who was still standing at the top of the stairs, paused for a second, then ran down to join Abby.

"Mrs. Griffin, can I stay with you?" The seven-year-old asked.

"Why, honey? Wouldn't you rather play with Clarke and Bellamy?" Abby asked.

"They fight too much, and I don't like it."

"They do?"

Octavia nodded sadly. Just as Abby was about to comfort her, the shouting began.

"No! I don't want to watch Finding Nemo, for the hundredth time!" Bellamy's voice.

"It's a great movie, and the fishes are cute!" Clarke's voice fought back.

"I don't care how cute it is! There are no cool explosions in Nemo!"

"Yes there are! When the sharks attack Nemo, there are those bombs-"

"Cool explosions, Clarke. Not lame ones."

"Those are not lame!"

"They're almost as lame as you!"

"MOM!" Clarke whined.

Abby sighed tiredly before making the 20 step trek to the playing room. Reaching the entrance, Abby smiled at the unsurprising view that greeted her eyes. Bellamy and Clarke sat on opposite sides of the room, pouting at each other.

"Mom, can you make Bellamy leave? He's bullying me."

Abby stifled a laugh. "Is he, now?" She asked with a smile.

"No, I'm not!" Bellamy countered. "Mrs. Griffin, I don't want to hang out with little kids! I want to play with the grown ups."

Abby closed her eyes to prevent the oncoming headache. This was obviously something Bellamy had thought about, and she was not in the mood to handle a temper tantrum.

"Clarke, how about you and Octavia come eat a snack downstairs? Bellamy, would you like to help me make dinner?"

Bellamy smiled and sprung out of his self-designated time out spot. "Of course, Mrs. Griffin!"

Clarke too got up, with less enthusiasm. "When is Dad getting home?"

Abby sighed before answering her daughter's question for the third time in the afternoon. Clarke made it no secret that Jake was her favorite parent. Looking at her watch, Abby answered, "In about an hour, sweetie." With that, Clarke bounded down the stairs, shouting at Bellamy to wait up.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

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