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I'm gonna make the chapters for this story as short as possible so I can upload on a more regular basis but I'm not promising anything. Life's stressful

A little side note: Clarke and Octavia are both 26 and Bellamy is 29. Clarke began her residency a few months. Octavia is a history teacher at the high school. Bellamy's a detective.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Together the three of them gathered his few belongings and stuffed them on his truck and in Clarke's car.

Octavia helped but didn't came with them when they drove to Clarke's apartment. She said she had to shower because she was still in her clothes from last night and there was also the pile of papers she still had to correct.

Bellamy followed Clarke. The ride took them about ten minutes and Bellamy rolled his eyes. As if his sister and Clarke would get apartments that are farther away than fifteen minutes.

They were uploading his truck when an asian looking boy and one with goggles on his head exited the building. They saw Clarke, waved and came over.

"Hey C, what's up?" Goggles asked.

Then he looked at Bellamy and said,

"I'm Jasper and that's my friend and roommate Monty."

"'Sup. I'm Bellamy." he nodded.

The other guy – Monty – offered him a shy smile but looked questiongly at Clarke who answered his silent question.

"Bellamy's Octavia's brother and apparently my new roomie." she grimaced.

"Need help with that?" Monty asked, gesturing to Bellamy's boxes. Clarke nodded.

With the help of Jasper and Monty they only had to go once to bring all of Bellamy's stuff up to her apartment.

On their way to the third floor, Jasper chatted with Bellamy, asking him hundreds of questions. Bellamy gave short but friendly answers and Clarke was glad about that because otherwise she might have had to kill him.

Monty and Jasper were some of her best friends. They were part of her family. She did not count many people in there but the two were the sweetest people she'd ever met and she couldn't imagine a life without them anymore.

When they put down everything in her apartement, Jasper and Monty said their goodbyes, leaving her alone with Bellamy.

The door closed and Bellamy turned to face her.

"You guys close?" he asked.

Clarke nodded. "Yeah." she said, a smile playing on her lips.

Bellamy had seen the look Clarke had given the two men and he knew that Clarke cared a lot about them. They seemed nice.

She gave him a quick tour of the apartment. It was just a small one, nothing like he'd imagined. Two bedrooms, a small bathroom, a living room and a kitchen. Nothing fancy. It was bigger than Octavia's one bedroom apartment but compared to the huge house (or museum how he'd always called it) she'd grown up in, it was tiny.

After the tour she said,

"We need some rules?"

"Rules?" he rose an eyebrow. "Princess, you know I was never one for following rules."

"A really bad attribute for a detective." she remarked but continued unimpressed. "Seriously Bellamy, this won't work if we won't figure out some rules."

He sighed. "I won't move any furniture. I promise, Princess. I know you're a bit of a control freak."

"Ha-ha. But thank you." she gave him a light smile before getting serious again.

"We both have shitty working hours so if one of us is asleep we let the other sleep, okay?"

He nodded. With a rule like this Bellamy definitely could live.

"Also, I don't want you to enter my room when I'm sleeping. You need to knock and if I don't answer, don't come in. I usually sleep naked."

Bellamy's jaw dropped open. "You...you-"

"Geez, Blake. You're not 19 anymore, so get it together." He blinked a few times to regain his composure and Clarke continued. "I also take someone home sometimes. I hope that won't be a problem for you." It wasn't really a question and all Bellamy managed to get out was,

"Uhhh"

Clarke rolled her eyes.

"Now that this is settled, I'm gonna go to bed. I came straight from the hospital. Make yourself at home. You can make yourself coffee and there's food in the fridge."

Bellamy nodded – still unable to form a proper sentence. Clarke turned around and went into her room, leaving Bellamy alone in his new home.

He still couldn't belive what she'd just told him.

This woman definitely wasn't the girl he'd left six years ago. Nothing left of the prude, little miss goody two shoes. He was stunned by her modifictaion – and also a little scared.

He turned on the coffee maker and brought his belongings in his new room. The wall's were white. There was a dark bed with white sheets, a classy wooden desk, a closet and an empty bookshelf – which was more than perfect.

He walked back into the kitchen and searched for an empty, clean cup. It took him a few minutes to figure out the kitchen but Clarke had always been a neat person so everything was perfectly organized. He poured himself a cup of coffee and returned to his room.

He started filling his closet and when he'd finished he started arranging his books on the shelf. It was a very calming way of passing the time. It gave him an opportunity to free his mind and not constantly thinking about the fact that Clarke was sleeping in the room opposite of his – completely naked.

When he'd finished, he decided it was time for a breakfast. He walked back into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Damn, Princess." he murmured.

There wasn't really something edible. A few takeout boxes and some other stuff. Nothing very healthy and definitely nothing that he could use for making breakfast.

He sighed, took his wallet and the key from the counter in the hallway and left the appartment but not before scribbling a short note for Clarke with his phone number in case she woke up and wondered where he was.

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