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Hey.
Okay so this bellarke fanfic as you guess.. a lot of people ship Jasper and Monty but I don't like ship because it's mainly based on friendship. So there will lots of goofing around between them and they won't be together so I'm telling you all now.
If you don't know me I had a book on wattpad that was called 'the rebels princess' I had it discontinued because my writing was such a monstrosity. I promise I'll update frequently.
This is a human AU which is just our normal time. There will be swearing and violence probably sex scene. Another note is this a more humorous fanfic, nothing too embarrassing but the 100 people are so sad so I'm going to write a fanfic on them being happy well kinda...
Another point on I have a project called 'the grounders queen' it's slow updates but it's grounder Bellamy.
Anyways I'm so excited to start this and please vote and comment
Love you guys.
-Ash
Reality sucks, Clarke was a girl full of optimism and took situations head on but not this. She was labelled as the 'art freak' in high school, she hated reality and always will.
"Ma'm?" The southern ladies voice was concerned. The bank teller was impatient with Clarke for the last five minutes.
Clarke held her breath, she grabbed the money she ordered out of her account and clutched it as if it were a lifeline.
She was living a lie to appease her mother, she was never coward; she dealt her problems head on. Not anymore.
She clutched her backpack with everything she owned. The things she bought out of her own pocket; nothing from her mother can replace anything.
Clarke was the girl who never sat there and let the world push her around, she had nothing to lose now.
••••
She's on the steps of the apartment that she had once called home. She left and hurt everyone in her path, that's what she was always good at. Destroying anything good she thought bitterly.
She stared at the bright red door, she wanted to knock but she had grown accustomed to her cowardly acts now.
Turning down the steps she walks a block and half before walking into the diner that she worked in her teen years.
She opens the door with a chime, she sees Marcy an women in her late forties now she wears the light pink uniform.
"I heard" is all she gets out before smothering her in a hug, Clarke is more emotionally distant than before.
"It wasn't suppose to be like this-" Clarke murmurs to herself, she lets herself mourn for herself and him.
"I kept your old apartment, Octavia never rented it out; it's almost like she knew you would come back" she smiled softly.
"Here's your key and you start on Wednesday?" She said reassuringly.
Clarke finds herself forcing a smile and when she does Marcy smiles back.
Clarke misses the Seattle rain almost instantly as it pours down on her. She can't bring herself to care and the cold rain drilled down relentlessly. She finds her self laughing, her hair is drenched her hair is matted and tangled. She stand in the middle of the sidewalk, it's 3am no one is wandering the city like she is.
She doesn't care.
Her makeup is running, almost numbly she walks forward. Her old home is calling to her but she stops when she sees a familiar figure.
The girl with the red ribbon is no longer there, her hair is down and the ribbon is now on her wrist. Her long black hair is cascading down her back in delicate waves.
"Clarke?" Her voice croaked.
She can't bring herself to speak but nods and tears fall down her cheeks. Seconds go by and Octavia tackles her in a hug; Clarke returns the hug and now Octavia is now crying as well.
"What the hell happened? Clarke? You leave five years ago no note or no form of communication" Octavia pulls away, her fiery anger returns.
"Uhm.." is all Clarke gets out when she is interrupted.
"Lets go back to your apartment we have a lot to talk about!" She speaks almost in a threatening tone but she knows better.
She follows Octavia in suit and sees how angry she is, but her feelings are mixed as well.
"I know you're mad" Clarke starts.
"I'm beyond pissed off Clarke!" Octavia shouts as she opens their apartment.
"I'm so mad at you but I miss my best friend..." she murmurs.
"I'll change into dry clothes and explain everything to you" Clarke reasoned.
"It's 3:48, you're telling me now so I can go to bed wondering why the fuck I'm still your friend!" She yells heatedly.
"You hurt everyone, Clarke"
"I fucking know Octavia but I don't have a choice, I never do get a choice" Clarke tells her face is flushed with arguing with a Blake sibling.
The worst part is she has still has another Blake to talk to, that's a huge 'if' they were on speaking terms.
"What happened.." Octavia asked, she was concerned now.
Clarke takes a deep breath and goes to speak when the door is suddenly lurched open.
Monty and Jasper ran through holding a bottle of tequila, their dorky personality hadn't changed one bit.
"Holy mother of..."
"God" Jasper finished the sentence.
Dropping their bags they lunge forward and tackled Clarke into a hug.
"Mommy's home" Monty cried in a joking manner which had surprised Clarke.
They were happy to see her, shaking her head she doesn't question them.
"I missed my pot heads" Clarke laughs into Jasper's shoulder.
"We're very mad but we missed you too much" Monty said not breaking the long endured hug.
"Once I break this hug you'll go back to hating me, okay?" Clarke said slowly pushing herself away from the boys embrace.
"Okay on three?" Jasper asked.
Clarke didn't count as she roughly pulled away, both boys looks happy still but their expression fell slightly.
"I was suppose to marry Wells.. our parents arranged the marriage ... he died three days ago, I found a document my mother and my father tested the antidote to treat his cancer but if anything it quickened the process.."
Clarke looks ahead and blinks the tears back.
"I know I shouldn't be back but my mother said she did it for science" she said disgusted at her own blood.
"Clarke.."
She didn't listen and kept going on in her dark cloud that surrounded her life.
"Wells said that he knew I didn't love him and that he wanted real love and my mother disagreed and his father as well. Wells wasn't thinking when he went well over the speed limit on his Harley and he couldn't turn the corner..."
Clarke couldn't speak anymore, the boys and Octavia stood silently.
"Clarke I'm so sorry" Octavia practically wailed like a child hugging her best friend.
"I just couldn't be around her" Clarke said looking at her feet, she was warmed up but her clothing felt wrinkled against her body.
"Do you guys all still live on the same floor?" Clarke asked nervously.
"No Bell, moved out he lives a few blocks away" Octavia murmured.
"I'm going to crash" Clarke said opening the door and jumped into bed not even bothering to cover herself in blankets.