This is just something that came to me when I couldn't sleep last night and I thought I would try and write it out. It's nothing like my usual style of writing – actually nothing like anything I've ever written – but I liked its simplicity and flow. I hope you all like it too.


Clarke likes boiled water with mint leaves.

Bellamy likes fire roasted wild boar.

Clarke likes the smell of wood smoke and red seaweed.

Bellamy likes the smell of moonshine and the waterfall.

Clarke likes that she has healing hands, though they have also killed.

Bellamy likes that he has crafting hands, though they have also destroyed.

Clarke likes to draw and can create entire worlds.

Bellamy likes to tell stories and can bring entire worlds to life.

Clarke likes the cold side of the pillow and the right side of the bed.

Bellamy likes the cold side of the pillow and the left side of the bed.

Clarke likes order.

Bellamy likes chaos.

Clarke likes to believe in second chances.

Bellamy likes to believe in respect being earned.

Clarke likes to protect everyone she can.

Bellamy likes to protect those who deserve it.

Clarke likes to learn.

Bellamy likes to teach.

Clarke likes tall boys with sarcastic smiles and freckles.

Bellamy likes short girls with golden hair and blue eyes.

Clarke likes knowing that she's not alone.

Bellamy likes being able to share his burden.

Clarke likes seeing him hold a gun.

Bellamy likes seeing her save someone.

Clarke likes seeing him with Octavia and the rest of the 100.

Bellamy likes seeing her with the younger kids that came down with the Ark.

Clarke likes to see him beside her when she has to fight.

Bellamy likes to see her beside him when he has to lead.

Clarke likes to bury her head in his chest.

Bellamy likes to rest his chin on her hair.

Clarke likes to kiss his lips.

Bellamy likes to kiss her lips.

Clarke doesn't love Bellamy, but it's only a matter of time.

Bellamy doesn't love Clarke, but it won't be long until he does.