A/N: This is written because even if they did declare 'I love you,' it would never be that easy. I don't like this part as much as the first one, but a sequel was requested so here you go.

Bellamy had been ignoring Clarke. Clarke was unsure why, but it was pretty obvious when the man you spent most of your time with was ignoring you. Clarke's days suddenly became empty and she felt an added stress without Bellmay's soothing words. She needed him, apparently he did not need her. He wasn't neglecting his job as co-leader and therefore, Clarke felt she had little right to demand he talk and spend time with her. If he wanted to avoid her that was his choice.

She wasn't sure what had triggered the sudden change in his reaction towards her, but it had occurred at some point around the time she had fainted. She wasn't sure what she had done wrong, but knowing Bellamy she decided to give him a couple of days to cool off. It had been a week and things had not returned to normal. It had been a week of him: adverting his eyes from her gaze, flinching when she touched his arm, and hiding from her at any chance he got. Clarke was beginning to grow frustrated at the situation, she had done nothing wrong, and she was done with Bellamy being immature and ignoring her.

"Miller where is he?" Clarke demanded.

"Who?" Miller feigned ignorance.

"You know who!" Clarke exclaimed.

"Bellamy- about six foot, curly brown hair, tanned, kinda handsome, co-leader of this camp-" Clarke said sarcastically getting increasingly frustrated with Miller.

"Oh you think he's handsome?"

"Objectively," answered Clarke not phased.

"I don't know..." Miller trailed off looking anywhere but at Clarke.

"Miller don't lie, I know he's avoiding me."

"Clarke I-" Clarke cut off Miller's sentence with a glare.

"By the food hut," Miller said in a rush.

"Right thank you Miller," Clarke said, and Miller nodded at her.

"Bellamy's going to kill me," he muttered under his breath, as he watched Clarke stride confidently towards the food hut.

"Bellamy," she stormed up to him, "what is the matter with you recently?"

"Nothing, I'm perfectly fine?" Bellamy said questioningly.

"Fine then what's the matter with me?"

"Are you hurt-" Bellamy started frantically worrying. How could a man that had been ignoring her all week, suddenly looking so concerned at the thought of her injured.

"That's not what I mean, what have I done wrong? Why do you no longer trust me?"

"No longer trust you? Of course I trust you," Bellamy said.

"So why are you avoiding me?" Clarke said frantically, as Bellamy looked slightly frantic.

"I- I- I'm not," Bellamy stuttered.

"I thought we were past this Bellamy. I thought you no longer viewed me as a spoilt rich girl. I thought you believed that I was a leader of this camp with you!" Clarke said, focusing on her anger, rather than letting his obvious indifference upset her.

"I do-," Bellamy said running a hand through his hair, as Clarke interrupted him.

"I thought we were friends," Clarke said trying to not let her emotions get the better off her.

"Clarke we are-" Bellamy started as Clarke once again interrupted him.

"Why have you been avoiding me then?" Clarke said determined to get to the bottom of why he was treating her like he was.

"I'm sorry I'll stop."

"That's not answering the question Bellamy!"

"It's my own shit, I'm sorry I put it on you, that wasn't fair on me."

"Okay, I'm sorry I ambushed you like this, I just missed you I guess."

"Clarke I do, you know, see you as a friend and a fucking amazing leader."

"Thanks," she nodded curtly, before turning and walking away.

Despite their conversation, not much changed in the following weeks, and Clarke felt increasingly trapped within camp. She needed to get our and clear her head and stop thinking of Bellamy Blake.

"Bellamy," Clarke said jogging up to him.

"Yep," he said, not paying her any real attention.

"I need some Eriodictyon californium," Clarke said, she found it in an old book they had discovered in an nearby bunker that listed plants and properties that the Native Americans used to treat illnesses, it had since become invaluable to her.

"You need what?" Bellamy looked upon it in confusion.

"It was used by the Native Americans to treat lung infections and even minor things like asthma, it could be invaluable to camp, I have nothing currently like it."

"Okay," he nodded.

"Great, I'll ask Monroe to accompany me, I'm leaving in three days, maybe I'll see if Octavia wants to come along, she always interested in anything med-" Clarke started but was cut off by Bellamy.

"No I'll go," Bellamy said sternly

"What, are you sure about this? You want to spend an entire day out of camp with me? You know, you will have to speak to me?"

"I don't trust anyone else to keep you safe." Clarke rolled her eyes at that, the man was a mystery her, a walking hypocrisy.

The tension could have been cut with a knife, the two walked in uncomfortable silence as Clarke scoured for the plant while Bellamy was on lookout with the gun. The two had not uttered more than two words to each other since leaving the camp. Clarke rapidly thought of something she could say to him, herself and Bellamy had never had the problem of not having anything to say, in fact they usually faced quite the opposite. She was so entrenched within her faults that she did not notice the ice underneath her feet. She slipped suddenly tumbling down the bank of a nearby lake and plunged into the icy water.

"Clarke!" Bellamy screamed. Clarke quickly stood in the water to prove that she was okay.

"Don't get in the water," Clarke said shaking violently, "I'm fine it's no higher than my waist, we can't have us both freezing to death."

"Clarke," Bellamy uttered her name desperately as she quickly moved to the side of the lake where he hauled her out of the water. He pulled her tightly to his chest. "Clarke, are you okay?" He asked frantically looking over for injuries, for a man that would avoid her whenever possible, his eyes did seem to express general concern.

"I'm fine, but I think we should go the bunker, the one that I found the herb book, I need to get inside," she said as she continued to shake. They walked quickly to the bunker with Bellamy rubbing his hands frantically up and down Clarke's arms in an attempt to warm her up. She sighed, feeling weirdly content that he had touched her, even if it was in such dire circumstances. She had missed his touch.

They entered the bunker and Clarke immediately began stripping, before diving onto the old bed and hauling the thin blanket over her.

"I need you to take off your clothes," Clarke told Bellamy as her teeth chattered violently.

"What no?" Bellamy said, he couldn't do that, not when he felt as he felt. Clarke looked at him angrily- did he really not care? Bellamy once again appeared indifferent towards her.

"Come on, Bell, I'm freezing," Clarke said her teeth chattering. "I thought we were past the point in our relationship where you can't stand to be around me."

"Clarke of course I can stand to be around you!" Bellamy said frustrated, he had completely the opposite problem.

"Then get over there and keep me warm!"

"Okay, okay," he said, who he was kidding he would do anything for this girl, he wasn't going to let her suffer because he was trying to protect himself from what he felt for her. It hadn't worked anyway, he had been ignoring her for awhile now, she had wormed her way into his heart and apparently she wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"Hmmm that's better," Clarke sighed, as she brushed she body over Bellamy's.

"See that, you can't do that," Bellamy snapped.

"Do what?" Clarke said innocently.

"The adorable sigh, and the-" Bellamy said frustrated as Clarke cut him off.

"The adorable sigh?"

"Clarke you don't know what you do to me!"

"I- I'm sorry- I-" Clarke stuttered.

"I've been trying to stop how I feel. I thought after you said it and never mentioned it again, that you had decided that we shouldn't happen. I understand your wishes and I respect them, but I can't be in bed with you half naked and not want you!"

"Uh-" Clarke said looking speechless, she was still tightly wedged within his arms and therefore could not see his face. "I don't remember-"

"You can't just tell someone you love them and forget about it!" Bellamy said, as he suddenly sprang up into a sitting position, causing Clarke to do the same.

"What- when- how?" Clarke stuttered.

"You! When you were all drugged up on pain medicine, you told me you loved me and then you forgot all about it!"

"I'm sorry- I-" Clarke continued to looked confused, this all a lot to take in. She had told Bellamy she loved him, did she love him?

"I've been questioning this Clarke? Did you mean it? Was it just the medicine speaking?"

"Did I really say that?"

"Yes you did. I don't know how to be around you anymore! I can't deal with constant wondering!"

"Why does it matter?"

"What?" Bellamy said looking confused.

"Why does it matter if I feel that way, if you don't?

"Of course I feel that way! Have to been listening to anything I've been saying. Didn't I start with that? I'm in love with you."

"No you did not start with that!" Clarke said looking annoyed. She was confused but the more she thought about it, of course she loved Bellamy. She may have been lying ti herself for a long time, but deep down she had always knew and apparently when high on medicine she had the courage to admit it.

"I love you Clarke, I've never been in love before, but I know when I see you, I am. I think about you all the time, the way you always help people, and fuck you're so intelligent, and you're fucking beautiful, and I- " Bellamy broke off as Clarke crashed his lips into hers.

"I love you too, Bellamy Blake," she murmured as she rolled on top of him.

"You do?"

"Of course I do, why do you think I was upset when you suddenly stopped talking to me? Why do you think I spend so much time you- you know before you started ignoring me- why do-" Clarke said, as Bellamy once again bought their lips together.

"I guess I didn't handle it the best way, I guess I was just scared, that you didn't love me, that you said it in the heat of the moment. If I didn't ask you, then a small part of me could believe that what you said that night was true."

"Now all of you can believe it's true," Clarke said once again capturing his lips.

"You feeling better?" He murmured.

"Much," Clarke said snuggling into him.

A/N: Thank you very much for reading, I would really appreciate any reviews, especially those that requested a sequel! A beta would also be appreciated!