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Clarke

When Clarke woke up the next morning, she immediately knew something was wrong. Something felt different this morning but she couldn't tell what it was. She sighed and thought about last night.

Last night had been different, too. Bellamy had finally called her princess again. It was the first time in over a week that he had called her by that stupid nickname. He had been wrong when he'd said that she would like the nickname because she did not. But the hate in his voice when he called her that was gone. No hate, no sarcasm. More like a pet name. They had become close and Clarke was glad to have his friendship. She needed him and she knew that he needed her, too. The day she saw him after she escaped Mount Weather, Clarke knew that she needed him more than anyone else. When she saw Bellamy wasn't dead, Clarke was filled with so much relief, it startled her. But when he closed his arms tightly around her, she was sure, Bellamy couldn't do it without her either. And if this meant to get along with him calling her 'princess' she didn't mind at all. And after all, Clarke liked the pet name more than the alternative.

The alternative was Clarke. But the intensity with which Bellamy said her name now made her shiver. Not in a bad way. It... it just felt wrong, like the kiss he'd given her last night. Bellamy may have only kissed her head but it felt weird. He had never done that before and it confused her. It probably wasn't a big deal but why did she feel like it was?

Maybe it was, she thought.

Clarke opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. The thought of her and Bellamy as more than friends scared her in a way she wasn't familiar with. It didn't only scare her, it also made her smile, and that terrified her even more.

She sighed again. It was already bright outside and Clarke finally knew what felt wrong. She slept longer than she normally did. With another sigh, she sat upright and when she saw a movement next to her, she almost screamed. Clarke calmed down a bit as soon as she'd realized that it was Bellamy who was lying right next to her.

But when Clarke realized that Bellamy was still lying next to her, she freaked out again.

Why the hell was he still here?

Now she knew it wasn't only the light shining through the tent that felt odd, Bellamy always left by dawn when everyone else was still asleep. He really should be gone by now. Bellamy was never there when Clarke woke up. They did not want anyone to know about the fact that Bellamy spent the nights with Clarke, especially not her mother. Nobody had woken them and Clarke was about to lose it. She really hoped that nobody knew about them.

Clarke needed to get up before someone changed their mind and started looking for them. She could hear people talk and walk outside and knew that the Camp had to be wide awake for a couple hours by now.

When Clarke pulled away the blanket from Bellamy he groaned and slowly opened his eyes. Her expression went blank. She stared at him and when she spoke her voice was filled with anger. Clarke wasn't actually angry with him but it was easier to hide her emotions behind a wall of anger.

"What the hell were you thinking? Get up!"

She didn't wait for him to respond, refusing to look him in the eyes when she talked. She just turned around and walked to where her shoes were standing.


Bellamy

Bellamy woke up when someone pulled away his blanket. When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the white light of the day shinig through the tent. He looked up and his gaze met a beautiful face edged with blonde hair. Her beautiful blue eyes were blank and Bellamy had no clue what she was thinking. Normally he could tell what was going on in inside her head, but at the moment she successfully hid whatever she was thinking. He knew something was up because Clarke tried to avoid meeting his eyes.

When she finally spoke, Bellamy winced. Her tone was harsh. She seemed to be angry with him.

"What the hell were you thinking? Get up!"

Clarke just turned around to get her shoes and Bellamy stared at her back. He was perplex by how grim she sounded.

Bellamy had no idea what he had done to make her upset. Last night was like every other night in the past days. Clarke had woken up in the middle of the night, crying. She kept having the same nightmare where she killed Finn over and over again. He had woken up by hearing her sobb and tried to comfort her. He'd actually made her smile, which he thought was progress. He hated to see her cry. It made his chest clench.

Perhaps he shouldn't have kissed her hair. He didn't mean to, it just happened. Bellamy only wanted to show her that he would not leave her. After Clarke had finally fallen asleep he'd laid there for hours, watching her steady breath. She never looked peaceful in her sleep and it had surprised him how much that bothered him.

He'd finally fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Bellamy let out a sigh. He pulled on his shirt and jacket and walked towards Clarke who was tying her shoes. Since a few nights ago, he was accustomed to taking off his shirt, since it was always soaked by Clarke's tears.

Bellamy could see Clarke stiffen when she sensed him behind her. He put a hand on her shoulder and forced her to face him. Her expression was still blank and Bellamy was filled with concern.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Why are you still here?" she asked back. She still sounded angry but her tone was a lot kinder now.

"I want to know what's going on, that's why." He tried to catch her glance but she still avoided it.

"No," she said. Finally meeting his eyes. Bellamy still couldn't tell what she was thinking. "Why are you still here? You should have been gone hours ago! What if someone had seen you?" She shook his hand off her shoulder and took a step back.

Bellamy froze. He had no idea why she suddenly was that cold towards him.

"Are you really that concerned about your mother finding out that I'm trying to help you through your nightmares, princess? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? People could think we have a thing going on and I'm not good enough for your majesty." That came out harsher than he intended and Bellamy immediately cursed himself when he saw Clarke wince.

He had no intention to hurt her.

Clarke's blank expression faded and Bellamy could see tears start to glisten her eyes, but she blinked them away. It seemed like he'd really hurt her and he hated himself for that. He made a step forward but she immediately took a step back. He cursed under his breath.

"Clarke, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"You did." she interrupted him. Her expression went blank again. "And you're right, why would I want people to think you and I had a thing? That's insane because you and I will never happen. That's definitely the last thing I want. I just need you to get our people out of Mount Weather. That's all."

And with that she spun around and walked out of the tent, leaving a startled Bellamy behind.

His jaw has dropped open while Clarke was speaking and he still hadn't closed it.

Bellamy couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He didn't want to believe that Clarke actually meant what she'd just said.

He knew that it was his fault. He shouldn't have said what he did, but neither should have Clarke. She couldn't be serious, could she?

He couldn't think about this now; Bellamy had to go before people started asking where he was.

When Bellamy ran out of the tent, he spotted Raven watching him, curious. He ignored her, looking for something to distract his mind.


Clarke

Clarke spent the rest of the morning at the infirmary, avoiding everyone. She had an hour before she and Bellamy had a meeting with Commander Lexa. She hoped their fight wouldn't disturb the meeting.

Clarke felt sorry; she knew she'd gone too far. She sighed, noticing that she sighed a lot lately. Clarke needed a break so she stepped outside.

She saw her mother talking with two guards with Raven standing next to her. The next thing Clarke saw were the two guards running towards the spot where Bellamy was obviously fighting with Octavia. She watched in shock when the guards grabbed his arms and dragged him towards the cells. Octavia ran behind them, yelling, but Lincoln stopped her.

Clarke just stood there, watching them drag Bellamy away. Her mother followed while Raven walked away.

Clarke wasn't able to move a single muscle...


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