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Hey guys, I hope you enjoy this Bellarke sis my first fanfiction so I'd love to hear your reveiws so please rate and reveiw and pm me ideas on what I should include ALSO I'M LOOKING FOR A BETA SO IF YOU'RE INTERESTED PLEASE PM OKAY THANKS :3

Clarke was sitting on a lonely grey boulder just outside of camp gates; she could hear the gentle whispers of gossiping teens and tipsy shouts from the members of the hundreds still taking swigs of Monty's moonshine. This small society that had been miraculously created in the short time she had been on Earth was so close and yet she felt so alone.

Her mother, who was supposedly deeply in love with Clarkes father, who held Clarkes hand throughout the primary grieving stage, who visited Clarke weekly turned out to be no other than a backstabbing wolf in sheep's clothing.

Clarke didn't know what to feel anymore. Hatred? Anger? But most of all guilt. Clarke had despised her best friend for no reason than her own stupidity and her mother's dirty secret. Wells, however, being the kind hearted, considerate best friend that she knew and loved took all the blame for the treacherous death.

She found herself with wet cheeks and puffy eyes and soon discovered that she couldn't stay still. With her blood boiling inside her she quickly stood up and made her way deeper into the forest, the consequences not even crossing her mind. She found herself having to jump over the odd boulder and stray rotten log and finally stopped in a clearing, allowing her to catch her breath again. Only then did she actually take in her surroundings.

The blooming plants around her were all shades of blues and greens and purples, clearly standing out in the dark surrounding of the forest. Clarke cautiously stepped forward and tenderly stroked the luminous petals but they gave of a harsh burn and when Clarke brought her hand back it was red and blistered.

She heard loud footsteps and her heart beat raced as she jumped behind a dark tree, silently retrieving her blade from her boot and holding it lightly in her hand. The footsteps stopped and she slowly peeked her head out from behind the tree, half expecting to be faced with a six foot grounder but nobody was there, there weren't even traces of footsteps in the dirt other than her own. She relaxed her shoulders and turned around to head back to camp before something real actually came but she walked straight into a man's tight chest. By instinct she brought the knife along his chest quickly, only making a small wound. The figure groaned and placed a hand over his chest.

"Shit, Princess relaxes" Clarke sighed. It was just Bellamy. With the bright plants illuminating his face, she could see his beautifully defined check bones and freckles and for the first time since she had been on Earth, she could see what all the fuss was about.

Bellamys rich blood started seeping through his thin shirt, drawing Clarkes attention back to reality. Without second thought Clarke lifted up Bellamy's damp shirt and started inspecting what Clarke wouldn't even class as a wound as it was only a few millimetres deep.

Bellamy immediately tensed under Clarkes touch, wincing slightly as she pressed her fingers along his muscular body.

"I'm fine Princess, just a scratch, you should be thankful I wasn't an actual grounder or you'd be dead by now. Why are you this far away from camp without anybody with you? You know the rules Clarke; you're the one who helped make them."

"I was about to ask you the same question" Clarke replied, not daring to explain herself. Knowing Bellamy she'd never hear the end of it.

"Well, when your only medic goes missing, you can't exactly leave her to her own devices when there are injured people back at camp." Trying to change the subject Clarke slowly puts his shirt down.

"You're right; it's just a scratch, it'll be healed in a week. You'll have a pretty good scar for show though" Clarke said weekly, smiling in reply. And then something odd happened. Bellamys face tensed and grew serious as Clarkes turned sideways in a puzzled look. Bellamy bent down capturing his lips with hers.

Saying that this action took Clarke by surprise was an understatement. She found herself yet again in a position where she didn't know what to feel? All she knew that she wanted to feel was Bellamy Blake.

She started softly kissing back when Bellamy broke the kiss to look into Clarkes eyes. Although she couldn't see herself, she was certain that her face was as red as a cherry. Now it was Clarke who made the first move, standing on her toes to reach Bellamy's lips. He replied by gently biting down on her lower lip and Clarke soon realised that this is the most at peace she had ever felt whilst n Earth.

But good things never last, as they soon discovered Miller running towards them, slightly out of breath.

"You...Found...Her…What Happened?" Her said catching his breath and turning to Clarke.

"Oh, um I was just taking a walk, I know it was against the rules but there wasn't really anyone I could take was there?" Clarke said answering the inevitable unanswered question. She look up at Bellamy who for half a second looked almost…hurt. Clarke blamed it on her imagination and started walking silently back to camp.

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