Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own 'The 100' or the song lyrics at the beginning of each chapter, but I do own d the OC (Marla).
A/N: So sorry to say this, but I will probably, most likely, NEVER write a Bellarke fic actually based on the show. I actually hate dystopian, sci-fi show, but for some reason I was drawn to 'The 100'. It was probably Bellarke ;) But honestly sorry to say it, all my Bellarke stories WILL be AU. I could maybe do a one-shot based on the show, but only if you request it. Otherwise even one-shots will be AU. Anyway…just thought I would tell you that, we should continue with the story.
Notes About The Story:
Characters in the story: Clarke, Jasper, Raven, Monty, Bellamy, Monroe, Octavia, Lincoln, Miller, (and Murphy, Abby, and Marcus).
There is no Finn or Wells.
Lincoln's last name is Weather and he owns a café.
OC: Marla Alice Weather, Lincoln's sister. She is important to the story, but I'll try not to make her over power the other characters.
Pairings: Bellamy/Clarke, Jasper/Raven, Monroe/Monty, Lincoln/Octavia, Abby/Kane, Miller/OC.
~Chapter1: Thanks (Secret No.1)~
It's been a hard day's night.
Hard Day's Night –The Beatles
"That will be $13.95," Clarke said, collecting the money from the customer. "Thank you, and enjoy your day." She flashed a smiled at the customer that just walked out, then rolled her eyes. The café was pretty empty for the afternoon, but she was glad. She turned around to see Raven working in the kitchen, and Monroe cleaning up the tables. She sighed. "Why do we have to be smiling all the time for people who don't even smile back?"
"Because we're being paid to do it," Raven said.
"And money is basically everything," Monroe commented, making the other girls laugh. The doorbell rang and a new group ventured into the café. All the girls froze, smiles dropping off their face.
"And just when I thought it couldn't get worse…" Clarke muttered. She put on a fake smile and turned towards the group. "Welcome to Weather's Coffee Mountain, how can I help you?"
"Don't sound too ecstatic Princess, your happiness may just kill me," Bellamy smirked. Clarke rolled her eyes.
"Just tell me what you want Blake," Clarke said.
"Aww come on Princess, where did all that fake happiness go?" Bellamy said. Clarke grimaced at the nickname, it had stuck forever, and honestly she didn't mind, only when he said it though. Coming from anyone else, Clarke may have slapped them.
"Don't waste our time Bellamy," Monroe stated, standing with her arms crossed next to Clarke.
"Jeez, tough crowd," Miller breathes out, gaining death glares from all the girls. "I'll get a Java Chip Frappe."
"Iced Latte, no sugar." Murphy stated.
"Café Latter, extra sugar," Bellamy ordered. Clarke nodded and asked him for the money. Monroe got to making the drinks. She handed Clarke the drinks and as she turned she missed the wet floor sign and slipped. Fortunately for Clarke, Bellamy was able to catch her. Unfortunately for Bellamy, Clarke had spilt all the drinks on him. He let her go, the coffee staining his clothes.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Bellamy," Clarke said, rushing to help him with tissues.
"God Princess, could you be more of a klutz?" he snapped.
"I didn't mean to. The sign wasn't there before. It was an accident," she said, giving him more tissues.
"Well your 'accident' cost me my favorite t-shirt," he bit out.
"Hey, dude chill, she didn't mean to do it," Raven stated from the kitchen.
"Stay out of it Reyes," Murphy snapped.
"Oi, don't snap at her," Monroe exclaimed.
"What is going on here?!" said a frantic voice from the doorway. They all turned to see a confused, and slightly annoyed looking Marla.
"I accidently spilt their order on Bellamy," Clarke said, softly.
"Oh Clarke," Marla said. She came towards them and helped her clean up the mess. "Monroe, make a new batch of drinks. Bellamy the bathroom is to the left, last door with the boy's symbol on it. Clarke you go get cleaned up too. I'll get the mop."
"No, Mar you can't…" Clarke started.
"I'm the boss' sister, do it," Marla told her. Clarke gave her a look then obeyed.
"Sorry for the inconvenience caused. I'm sure it was an accident. Your order will be with you in a few minutes," Marla said, giving them a strained smile, then looking for a mop. Monroe grudgingly handed them their drinks and they left.
"Ugh…I hate them. I really do," Raven sighed.
"I know, but we can't keep snapping and arguing every time we see them."
"Marla, why do you have to be so nice?" Monroe grumbled.
"What can I say? It's a bad habit," Marla said, grinning. The four girls laughed. For the next couple of hours it was quiet, except for the occasional customer. It was around closing when Lincoln finally came in, and he did not look happy.
"Marla, can I talk to you for a minute?" he growled, allowing Marla and Clarke to share an understanding look. Marla followed him to the back of the café.
"Before you say anything, I'm sorry. I was so bored, and the appointment was done. I needed to get out of there, it was so boring and claustrophobic, and you know I can't stand it," Marla explained, trying to plead her case. Lincoln's feature's visibly softened. He stepped forward and took her into his arms.
"Marla, you don't have a cold. It's cancer. You need to be careful, and I understand you don't want to be cooped up there the whole day, but a little warning would be nice," Lincoln mumbled into her head. He felt her nod her head against his chest and he kissed the top of her head. "Come on, let's make sure they haven't destroyed the café yet."
"Have some faith Linc," Marla said, rolling her eyes. They both entered the café again, and saw that it was fully clean. "My brother has agreed to give you guys a raise." Lincoln rolled his eyes, but smiled at his sister. The other three girls laughed at the brother-sister duo.
"Okay, I'm heading home," Clarke said.
"Hey, let me take you home. It's pretty late," Lincoln offered.
"No problem Linc. My house is like 7 minutes away," Clarke waved him off.
"It's really late Clarke," Marla said, frowning.
"I'll be fine. I promise. If I get scared of anything I'll come straight back here or call Lincoln, I promise," she said. They all watched her go, frowning at her decision. Clarke walked home usually, but it wasn't this late. This was later than usual, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed walking home by herself. It was nice to walk home in the peaceful and quiet neighbourhood. She was almost home when she heard footsteps behind her. Her pulse quickened slightly and so did her pace.
"Hey sweetheart, wanna join us?" called of the guys from behind her. Ignore him, and he'll go away Clarke she said to herself.
"Come on beautiful," said his friend, grabbing her hand. Clarke turned around glaring at the guy.
"Get the hell off me," Clarke growled at him.
"Oh, feisty. I like it," said the guy. But Clarke felt an arm around her waist and felt people behind her. Suddenly both their eyes widened and they let go. "Sorry we didn't know she was taken." Clarke sighed, and went to thank the person but was surprised to see who it was.
"Miller? Murphy?" she said, surprised.
"Why were you walking home by yourself? It's dangerous," Miller said, seriously.
"I usually walk home by myself, and this has never happened. I guess it's later than I thought," Clarke mumbled.
"You should be more careful, Clarke. What if we hadn't been there?" Murphy said. Clarke didn't want think about what could have happened. "Come on, we'll walk you home." She just nodded and walked in between them. Once they reached her house, she turned towards them.
"Could you not mention this to anyone? I don't want a huge fuss to happen," she asked. They both nodded and started to walk away. "Hey! Thanks again." They both nodded and Murphy started to walk again. Miller looked at her for a second longer.
"No problem, and you should put ice on your bruise," he said, looking at her wrist. She looked down at her wrist and saw a small bruise appearing. Great, now I have to think of a cover story she thought, sighing as she entered her house.
Hah! I bet you thought it would be Bellamy, tricked you there. So here we have secret no. 1. Hope you liked this. Do leave your thoughts in a comment, it's encouraging.
