A/N I changed the prompt slightly because I couldn't get this scene out of my head, but it still works. Bellarke college AU.

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Tumblr prompt: - Height Difference AU's: 'I'm in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at me and said "Shh I'm hiding'.

Class had finished for the day, but Clarke was still in the art room wanting to finish her final project. With finals coming up, everything had to be perfect, well as perfect as she could get them. Her first year of college had been a whirl wind that's for sure, from the moment she started things had been crazy.

First of all going to the same college as her best friend; Octavia had been one of the best decisions she had made. Well that and choosing Art, History and English Lit. There had been many an argument with her mother about what she was going to do, but Clarke just didn't want to go into medicine.

Second was finding out that Clarke wasn't sharing a room with O, in fact O was two doors down. Clarke and her room mate Raven didn't have the best start, whilst things had looked good between them it all came down to a boy.

In other words the cute guy Clarke met in the coffee shop turned out to be Raven's long term boyfriend. Awkward certainly didn't cover it. But at least Clarke and Raven were best buddies now, it's funny how you find friends in odd situations.

Clarke was musing what to do next as she reflected back on her first year. She had been trying to express everything that had happened into her art and so far it was going good but she was stuck on her very final piece.

Even over the music of the radio playing, Clarke heard his voice as clear as day through the open window. Months later he was still pestering her and Raven, trying to apologise, but nope she was so not going there again.

Lexa; her girlfriend of three months had learnt to back off after things got too intense and Clarke realised that she wasn't the person for her. But Finn, well he was hell bent on getting either her or Raven to take him back.

Knowing it would take about five minutes, maybe less, for him to get in the building and to the art room. Clarke packed away the two pieces she had just finished working on into the cupboard she had been assigned and turned down the radio. Panicking that she didn't have anywhere to run, Clarke eyed the medium sized cupboard at the back of the room.

It was more than halfway up the wall and even her teacher had to use a stool to open it if she wanted anything. Knowing she had no other choice, it was either the cupboard or face Finn. Grabbing the stool Clarke headed over and climbed up, thankful it was empty. It took all her might to reach down and lift the stool before partly chucking it across the room.

She was surprised at the distance it went considering she was half in a cupboard. She could have almost sat upright inside it, it was the length that was the problem. Scrunching her legs up she got comfy, well as comfy as you can be in a cupboard hiding from an sort of ex-boyfriend. With only her phone for light, Clarke shut the doors and waited with bated breath.

(*)

Bellamy knew Clarke was staying late after class today. Thanks to Octavia's snapchat of herself, Raven and Monty all drinking milkshakes at the Ark diner with the caption; 'Look what you're missing'. It wasn't that surprising since Clarke was really worked about her final project, but he knew she'd do just fine. Some of the stuff she painted was breath taking, not that he'd ever fully admit that to her. Just like he'd never ever admit the small crush on her too.

As he passed students in the corridor he heard a loud crash coming from one of the rooms. Thinking nothing of it, this was the art department after all he entered the room his sister had said Clarke would be in.

Muttering to himself, Bellamy heard the music playing softly as he looked around. Clarke should have been here, he thought, considering her bag was on one of the chairs. Sighing, Bellamy headed for the main supply cupboard. Octavia had been begging him for weeks to let Clarke draw and paint on the bleak grey walls of his apartment to bring the place to life.

He had finally agreed after much consideration, plus it'd be cheaper than having to buy wall paper and all that shit, that Octavia had originally been on about. Clarke's teacher allowed them to take supplies home, providing they came back in the same condition as they left. And technically doing this for Bellamy, could be considered part of her project.

There was a buzzing noise from within the room which made Bellamy turn, putting down a bottle of paint called 'Ocean blue'. Looking he around, he stayed silent hearing the noise again followed by a small 'shhh' coming from the cupboard at the back.

Bellamy chuckled at the shh'ing sound as he toyed with the idea of opening the doors, it was easy enough for him to reach. What he found inside certainly wasn't what he had been expecting.

Previous students work, maybe. Books about artists. Possibly. Art supplies, most definitely.

But Clarke Griffin?

There was no way in hell he'd have guess that.

Clarke was looking at him, her blue eyes big and round, her eyelashes looking even longer in the light of her phone which continued to buzz.

"Shhh, I'm hiding," Clarke muttered to her best friends brother. Leaving Bellamy with a bemused expression on his face, she wished she could have taken a picture as she scrabbled to close the doors once more as she heard Finn's voice outside the door. The thought soon left her head when she heard his voice though.

As the door creaked the rest of the way open and a boy stepped inside, Bellamy turned still totally confused by the fact Clarke was in a cupboard.

"Oh, sorry," the boy said as he eyed the room. His hair was shoulder length, making Bellamy think he looked like he had walked straight out of one of those stupid boys bands. Just as he made to turn the boy caught sight of the grey back pack. "You, um, haven't seen Clarke at all have you? Blonde, quite short?"

Bellamy heard a scoff from within the cupboard and resisted the urge to smirk. "No sorry, can I give her a message?"

The boy shrugged. "Are you sure? I mean that's her bag by there."

Bellamy nodded as he strode over to where he had pointed. "So it is. Thanks for pointing that out-" he paused for the boys name.

"Finn," long haired guy supplied.

"Thanks, Finn. She asked me to get it for her, y'know what with being busy with finals and stuff."

Finn looked liked a wounded puppy at Bellamy's words. The name seemed to click in his brain, he had definitely heard it before followed by the words 'what an arsehole' and 'such a dick' as well as other colourful phrases.

Scanning the room once again, Finn took his time in leaving. Bellamy tapped his foot impatiently but the boy didn't move any quicker.

"Arsehole," he muttered to himself when Finn finally left. "You can come out of your tower now, Princess," Bellamy called having checked the corridor to make sure Finn had really gone, and shutting the door behind him.

The doors creaked open revealing Clarke who looked half annoyed and half relieved.

"How the fuck, did you get up there?" Bellamy cursed as he looked at the blonde. Watching as she shimmied her legs out, before letting them swing over the edge as she clung on to the frame.

"I, um, used that stool," she explained carefully pointing the the upturned stool now flung across the room.

Bellamy said nothing and just raised his eyebrows at her. "And how do you expect to get down?"

Clarke thought about it for a moment before replying, "You."

"Oh really?"

"Catch," Clarke announced before letting go of the frame and hurling herself forward into his big strong arms. Something she really liked about Bellamy. He had very nice arms, not that she should have noticed.

Before she could change her mind she kissed him on the cheek, making him laugh. Ducking his head, he pressed his lips against hers satisfied at the little moan she made.

It was lucky for her, that Bellamy had once played on the high school football team, so he was pretty good at catching small things.