Genre: Romance / Drama / Friendship /

Rated: T (but with suggestions at quite adult themes) (coarse language)

Word Count: 3,600

Characters: Bellamy Blake / Clarke Griffin / OC / Gina (Mentioned) / Fox (Mentioned)

Relationships: Bellamy/Clarke, Clarke/OC

Summary: Bellamy's roommate likes to bring home a new girl every night, so when this one sticks, he can't help but wonder what's so special about her. But after one conversation, he can tell. But she's hiding things. Important things. Things that could affect or even damage any relationship these two have together.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot

A/N: Can someone shoot me? Writing is hard and I write far too many "one-shots" that I want to turn into chapter-long things. Also, I'm going to try and not use the word "dude" so much in the next chapter...

He was sitting on the couch trying to watch one of his history documents when he heard it. The best noise to ever grace his ears. She was moaning.

But it sounded like it was coming from in the apartment... he didn't remember Will coming home last night, but...he got up to look out the window, sure enough, Will's car was parked outside. So he was probably fucking some girl he met at a bar the previous night, probably didn't even remember her name.

Bellamy sat on the couch and turned the tv up. They'd be done soon, and this girl would be gone forever. Right on time, his roommate's door opened. But this girl wasn't leaving, no, she was wearing one of Will's button ups and going into the kitchen. She had her silver hair thrown up into a ridiculous bun, and from the white of the shirt, he could tell this girl was wearing nothing underneath.

"You got any snacks?" She had a little twang in her voice like she was from one of the southern states.

"I don't know, define snack food..." he joked, she laughed surprisingly.

"Ah don't pity him. He's not funny and he knows it." Bellamy's roommate, Will, came out of his room in his boxer shorts walking up to this girl. Pulling her by her waist, he kissed her, hard. Bellamy rolled his eyes and went back to the show that was on. He could hear the pop when they broke apart. "Go sit by my good friend...I'm sorry I forgot your name man..."

"Ha Ha, very funny dude."

"He's right, I am a very funny dude." Giving the girl another peck on the lips, "All jokes aside, you can go sit by my good friend Bellamy over there. And I will make breakfast."

"Mmk." She waltzed over to the couch, sitting on the end and resting her legs on his lap. "Watchya watchin'?"

"A-"

"I'm gonna guess some boring history documentary again?" Will was actually a really nice guy most of the time, but when he had some girl over, he acted like a jackass.

"Ooh, so close. American-"

"American Horror Story!" The girl squeaked, seeing the characters on the screen.

"What she said." Pointing at the silver haired girl.

"What season is this? Coven or Murder House?" She was interested now. And she talked a lot more than the other girls he brought home.

"Murder House, the best one."

"Arguable."

"What? I suppose you think Asylum is better."

"God no, obviously it's-"

"Pancakes!" His friend calls from the kitchen.

"Ooh!" She squeals again, jumping up to go to the kitchen. When Bellamy doesn't move, she looks back. "What, do you not eat?"

He huffs out a laugh, "No, he definitely only made enough for you two."

She shrugs. Disappearing behind the wall. After about 10 minutes, Will is dragging the silver haired girl back to his room.

"Ooh, wait, go get the syrup." He proceeds into his room, while the girl runs back to the kitchen. She comes back with a plate of 3 pancakes and the syrup bottle. Handing Bellamy the plate before shedding the button up and shutting the door.

"Oy..."

He got tired of listening to sex after about 15 minutes, so he went on a walk. Got coffee, went to the small market, and got the mail. He came back after roughly an hour. The silver-haired girl was gone, and Will was chilling on the couch in his boxers and a white tee. Bellamy shut the door, grabbing the box of condoms Will had put on the list. He threw them at the Blonde haired boy.

"Dude, go put on some clothes. Your whore is gone."

"Hey! They aren't all whores."

"Did you know her name?"

"In fact I did." Bellamy waited.

"What was it?"

"No, I knew her name. Last night. Before I got drunk."

Shaking his head, he went into the kitchen, "Still, she's gone, go put some clothes on."

He came into the kitchen a few minutes later with sweats added. "Dude, you need to come out with me one of these nights. Girls will literally throw themselves at you."

"I told you-"

"You don't want to. You'd rather sit at home and wallow in the fact that your ex-girlfriend turned out to be gay. Boohoo, cry me a river and get over it." He glared at Will. "Alright fine, it sucks, what do you want me to say?! You still need to move on." There was a pause, then he muttered, "We both know she did..."

About 8 months ago, Bellamy was actually happy. He was living with his best friend and his girlfriend. His job was going good, and things were overall working out for him. Will had taken him out one night to celebrate something that now seems incredibly insignificant, and when they got home, Gina was in bed. With their neighbor, Fox. And they weren't sleeping. She tried to explain, but he wasn't having it. She moved out the next day and he hasn't seen her since. And ever since, Will has been trying to get him to go out partying with him so he can have a few random hook-ups and forget the whole thing. But he was right, all Bellamy was doing was wallowing in self-pity. It was depressing, honestly.

"Yeah fine, I'll go. Fuck it."

"PERFECT ATTITUDE!" He shakes his head at the pun he accidently made. Continuing to put away the few groceries he bought.

They went that night. Bellamy wasn't expecting much, he was just hanging out at the bar while his friend fucked a girl in the bathroom. But then a blonde slid up beside him.

"Wow, you reek of depression and desperation."

"Damn, take me home pretty girl. Lines like that, how are you single?"

She laughed, "Never said I was." She held up her left hand to show a ring. "Just made an observation. It's sad to watch all this," She gestured to his body, "go to waste."

"You're terrible at being married."

"True, but I haven't and I don't plan on cheating, so I think I'm doing ok." He nods and raises his drink to her, slamming it back. "Jeezus fuck dude, who the hell hurt you that bad?"

He rubbed his hands over his face, looking back at the blonde. "Is it that obvious?"

"Maybe only to me, but probably. You just seem...I don't know...you seem like you really don't want to be here."

"There's some truth behind that."

"Let me take a stab at this. Girlfriend broke up with you, you spent far too much time wallowing, now your friend...no...best friend is forcing you to come out and meet new people, maybe fuck a couple of them. Am I close?"

His eyes were wide. "Dead on. That was scary, how'd you do that?"

She jumped up on the bar, then got behind it. "I'm a bartender, I need to know people. Once I know people, I can relate to them and tell them what they need to drink to forget."

"You sound horrible."

"I am, but, I'm going to be your new friend and help you out."

"And why the hell would you do that?"

"Well I saw the guy you came in with, and he just left so I'm figuring you're gonna need a ride. Why not get a ride from a friend?" She smirked at him and something about her made him smile.

"As long as you give me one drink on the house."

"Deal, just don't tell my boss." They spent the night talking. He told her about Gina, she surprisingly did relate. He even got a few numbers, they'd just walked up to him told him he was hot and he should call. Her shift ended around 2 AM and that's when they left.

"You know we spent all night talking, and I still don't know your name." She said.

"I don't know yours." He smirked at her.

"Fine, be like that. I'll just call you bar-buddy. Got no problem with that." He laughed at her response.

"Alright, bar-buddy, it's late and I have work tomorrow. Please tell me you have a car and can drive me home because my friend actually did steal my car."

"Yeah, cmon." She drove him back to the apartments. But he didn't get out. "You're super nice, but I'm still not gonna have one of those "movie-car-kiss" things with you."

He let out a breathy laugh again. "No, my car is here. Meaning either I'm going to go in and go straight to my room or I'm going to see more of my friend than I ever want to."

"Ah yes, the risks of life. Well, you have work in..." She checked her watch. "7ish hours. So I suggest you run through your apartment to your room and get some sleep."

"Thanks." He got out and did just as she had suggested. His friend was happily fucking some girl in his room, and Bellamy was lying, staring at the ceiling in his. After 2 hours of that and no sleep, though, he gave up I'll just drink a gallon of coffee later.

It was something stupid like 4 in the morning He was sitting on the couch trying to watch one of his history documents when he heard it. The best noise to ever grace his ears. She was moaning.

He passed out on the couch at some point, because he woke up to sweet blue eyes.

"Hey! He's not dead, told you, you didn't need to call an ambulance." She moved and the view was then Will's face.

"Man, sit the fuck up. I thought you died, you didn't get home until like 2 and then I wake up to find you passed out and drooling on the couch. I thought you like took something or..." Bellamy could see his friend's mouth moving, but no sound came out. No, he just heard her moaning again. And when she came into his visual range, she was clearly not. So it was just in his head. Weird, he thought as is hearing started to fade in again. "But she kinda saved you I guess. So, I'm gonna go make her breakfast. It's like, the least she deserves."

Bellamy blinked a couple times, his vision readjusting to the light in the room. The blue eyed blonde girl was sitting in the chair by the door, fully dressed and ready to leave. She didn't look like the usual girls Will brought home.

She giggled.

"What?" He frowned.

"Nothing, you were just kinda talking out loud. What do the usual girls look like?" Fuck...

Will came out with waffles. He pulled out the god damn waffle maker and made actual Belgian waffles for this girl. And then he handed waffles to Bellamy too. Granted his were plain, while the girl's had like berries and stuff, but still. He actually thought he had died. The girl finished her food and grabbed her purse from Will's room. Standing by the door. Will got up to say goodbye. He pulled her in to kiss her and she did kiss him. But pulled away quickly.

"You know how to find me." She said with a smirk and left.

Will plopped down next to him, eyes bugging out.

"Alright, what the actual fuck just happened. You made waffles, enough for me, you got up to say goodbye, and she barely kissed you. Are we trusting her that I didn't die?"

He chuckled. "You're not dead. But you'll never believe what I'm about to say."

"Are you gay too?" He joked.

"What? No. No gay guy gets as much pussy as I do." They both laugh because it's true. "No, I think I want to go out with her."

Nothing is said. Doesn't sound too unusual. "No, like go out. Like not sleep with other people, hold hands, go on dates, go out."

"Yeah, I died." He slapped him on the arm.

"Dude, I didn't even sleep with her." Bellamy eyed him.

"I heard her moaning from outside."

"Ok, I ate her out, but she said I couldn't fuck her unless I took her out on at least three dates. And. I. Agreed."

"Ok, so what do you think I did to end up in hell after I died? I mean I thought I was a decent person. Maybe it's because I hang out with you-"

"Stop dude. I'm actually freaking out. I don't date. I haven't had an actual girlfriend in years."

"So don't go out with her. Find another girl to fuck like you always do." Bellamy got up and walked into the kitchen. Seeing the mess he made for this girl. "I'm not cleaning this up."

"Fine whatever dude, just, I need you to help me."

"Oh my god, you pussy. Just go to like a movie or something, I don't know. You're just gonna break up with her as soon as you fuck."

"What if I don't...?"

"Then you don't. I honestly don't care. I need to go get some of that shit from the market that helps with hangovers. Don't kill yourself while I'm gone." He left, walking down the road in his pajama pants. When he entered the shop, the blonde was buying some wine and aspirin.

"Hey, didn't we just meet?"

"Oh. Hey. Yeah, your the guy who's friend thought you were dead right?"

"That's me."

"Y'know there's this thing called a shirt, it covers that up." She gestured to his torso. When he looked, her face was turning pink.

"Nah, Princess, I'm good in this."

"Alright but-" Her phone started ringing. "It's your friend." He walked over as she picked up and put him on low speaker phone. Bellamy expected Will to be smooth like usual, but no. He was stumbling over words, and stuttering, and failing all around.

"Ok, woah, woah, chill. I have absolutely no idea what you're saying."

"Oh, sorry...I. Was wondering, if maybe you'd want to go see a movie with me? Or not we can do whatever you want." She looked up at Bellamy, smirking and trying to control her laughter. Honestly, he was doing the same. His friend sounded so desperate.

"Yeah, sure. What movie?" Silence.

"...Fuck...I honestly didn't think you'd say yes..."

"Ok. How about we meet at the theater and decide there?"

"Yes! Great idea. You have good idea's, you must be really smart. I mean-I know you're smart, but like...I'm gonna stop talking."

"Yes! Great idea." She was mocking him, and it was funny. She was looking at her phone trying not to crack up, and Bellamy was watching her. She was pretty, like really pretty. She didn't look hungover. And she wasn't like the dumb slut's his friend usually brought over. "Alright, Will. I'll talk to you later buddy, bye."

"Buddy?"

"Yeah, it's funny watching him struggle." Normally he'd be mad that someone was making fun of his friend, but he had to admit she was right.

"Oh, you should've fucking seen him before I left...the utter panic in his eyes made you want to find him help." She was laughing.

They kept talking, proceeding to check out with hers and his items. By the time they made it to the parking lot, he had her in tears she was laughing so much. It was strange because Will was right, he's not generally a funny guy.

"Oh my god stop. Stop with the jokes. I'm going to run out of breath."

"Hard to stop with jokes when your whole life is a joke." She started crumbling to the ground. He had to support her, causing her to run her hand over his abs. It sent shivers down his spine. But then he realized she had a couple rings on, they were cold against his skin. Once she was breathing easily and standing on her own he pointed at her left hand.

"You like rings?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." He nodded.

"You're wearing that on the wrong finger." She had a nice silver ring with blue/green stones on it on her left ring finger.

"No, I'm not."

"Well, the last time I checked, you're only supposed to have a ring on that finger if you're engaged or married." She stayed silent for a minute, making him worry.

"Alright look, don't tell your friend-"

"You're married?!" He had enough cheating in his life. He started to walk away, but he heard the click of her heels as she ran up in front of him.

"No. Let me finish, god damn it." She was holding up her finger, out of breath again. "Don't tell your friend, please. I am not married, I..." She looked like she was trying to explain to a kid that his goldfish died "My husband died." Well, he got the death thing right.

"Oh...Uh...I'm sorry?"

"No, don't be. He was an asshole jerk who cheated on me for the last four years of our marriage." He looked her over, she couldn't be that old. But she had been married for over four years. "My husband died, but technically I'm not supposed to be doing...that..." She waved her hand in the general direction of his apartments. "His family hasn't had a funeral yet, and it's going to sound really shitty when I say this." She took a deep breath, "We had a prenup so if I ever cheated on him I wouldn't get anything, but since he died and felt guilty for cheating on me, he left me everything. However, due to their like religion or some other bullshit, I'd still technically be cheating on him because "he's still here and hasn't moved on to the next life yet." So I'll be free of all that after he's buried, but until then, yes I guess you could consider me married. But I don't think so."

"So, this is about money?"

"No- dammit." Her phone rang again. "Yes?...Will?...We were talking like 10 minutes ago...ok...yup...that's great...alrighty, gotta go." She shook her head as she hung up and put her phone in her back pocket. "Look, I really have to get to work, if you really need to know about all of this shit..." She was struggling to speak as she dug out and pen and paper and started writing while she spoke. "Here's my number and we can chat or something, but I gotta go because weird town car is picking me up in a certain place at a certain time and yeah, bye." She stuck the sticky note with her number on it to his chest, running her hand down the rest of his torso as well, making him shiver again. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't watch her ass as she walked away. Those god damn legs in those god damn jeans and those god damn heels, that was the devil's combination.

What the fuck, you just met this woman, what's happening to you?

A black town car pulled up right in front of her, door popping open. She got in and it sped off. Who the hell was this woman?

It had been a couple of weeks. Her name was Clarke G. Collins (Soon to go back to Clarke Griffin) and she was"dating" Will, but he still didn't know about her husband and all that shit.

Bellamy still hadn't texted her to find out more, but he wanted to. Collins...why does that name sound so familiar?

But she called him out of nowhere.

"I don't recall giving you my number princess..."

"I have my ways." They were silent for a couple minutes. "So...whatchya doin'?"

He chuckled at her, "Sittin on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Livin' life like I should. How about you?"

"Well, I am doing almost the same thing."

"Really? So, what? Will not available for a booty call, gotta track down my number for a decent conversation?"

"Something like that..." He could hear her giggle through the phone. "Do you want to get a drink? Continue our conversation from before? I've had a long day at work-"

"Sure Princess, where?" He didn't need to be convinced to go out for a drink.

"Mt. Weather? My treat." Mt. Weather was a restaurant, but it was on the site of a country club. It was a pretty high-class place.

"Princess living up to her standards for once, alright, when?"

"Well, I'm already here so..."

"I'll get dressed."

"Ooh, were you not dressed before?" He can hear the smugness in her voice.

"See you in 20, Princess." Hanging up, before looking at his closet.

Well, I am Fuuuuuucked...