Bellamy had only been gone for a little over fifteen minutes when he walked back through the front door.

"Forgot my phone upstairs," he explained as he walked into the living room.

"No one asked," Octavia pointed out in what she thought of as a helpful tone.

She was sure that the phone thing was just an excuse. Maybe Bellamy really had left his phone at home, but she was sure that it had been intentional or at the very least that he had come back to get it for a very specific purpose.

Ever since Clarke had started working as Octavia's babysitter, Bellamy had started coming home earlier than usual. He used to stay out all night or typically until at least two in the morning most nights. Now he usually was home by midnight or a little afterwards at the latest.

Octavia was sure that she knew the reason why and she planned on thoroughly torturing her brother over it... Just not too much that he would start staying out all night again...

"We were just about to eat," Clarke told him. "If you want to grab something on your way out."

Octavia remained silent, bringing a hand to her face to try and cover her smirk.

"Oh, Princess makes food," Bellamy commented in a tone of surprise. "I thought that was peasant work."

"Actually we ordered take-out," Octavia responded for her babysitter. "It's your favourite."

"Well if it's my favourite," Bellamy said as if that made his decision for him before removing his jacket and throwing it onto the back of the couch.

Octavia resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. Yeah, sure... That's what made his decision... The food.

Neither of them were looking at her, so Octavia quickly slid her phone out of her pocket and went to the ringtone selection menu and hit her current ringtone to make it sound.

When Bellamy turned at the sound Octavia announced, "Lincoln's calling. I'll be back."

She was already up the stairs before Bellamy even managed to get out the question, "Who's Lincoln?"

Maybe he hadn't talked to his sister much lately, but it still seemed weird to him that he had no idea who this Lincoln guy was. All he knew was that he didn't like him, whoever he was.

"He's in her grade. Moved here a couple of weeks ago," Clarke responded.

Bellamy was a little annoyed that Clarke knew about Lincoln when he didn't. Octavia had used to go to Bellamy to talk about those kind of things.

Octavia had decided that she would give her brother a little time to cozy up to Clarke as she did some detective work.

Instead of turning into her own room, she pocketed her cell phone and turned into Bellamy's.

She knew that under normal circumstances that he would be pissed at her for snooping through his stuff and that this would be even worse, but she thought that it would be worth it if her suspicions were right. Besides, how angry could he get if Clarke was there?

She searched all throughout his room thoroughly and then smiled to herself in victory. She gave her brother a few more minutes of alone time with Clarke as if to make up for what she was about to do before she walked back down the stairs with an undisguisable smirk.

"Hey, Bell. I checked in your room. Your phone isn't up there," she told him in her sweetest voice.

She could see her brother having to make a conscious effort to stay calm as he tried to subtly glare over at her.

Although his eyes were seething at her, his tone came out light as he told her, "Maybe I just left it somewhere in the car then."

"I don't know," his sister responded, still grinning from ear to ear. "I'd better call it in case. You wouldn't want to assume that it's in the car and drive off without it again, would you?"

His eyes were shooting daggers at her now, but she ignored his silent threats in order to suit her own agenda. She pulled her phone out and dialed her brother's phone number slowly, all the while daring him to try and stop her with her smug smile.

"You're right," he responded, figuring it was the only chance at even slightly covering himself. "You should. Thanks, Tav."

"No problem," she responded with a gloating grin that was only recognizable to her brother as the cruel sneer that it was.

She hit the last button on her phone and a few tense seconds passed before Bellamy's phone began to ring loudly from over by the couch.

Octavia quickly rushed in front of him to get to his jacket pocket before he could.

"Found it, Bell," she said, still using as sweet of a tone as she could muster. "It was in your pocket the whole time."

"Thanks," he said, barely managing to keep his hostility out of his tone as he grabbed his phone back from his little sister. "I thought I checked that pocket, but I must not have."

"Maybe you're going crazy, Bell," Octavia suggested helpfully. "Losing your mind instead of your phone."

"Could be," he responded, kicking his sister in the leg since the couch was obscuring Clarke's view of them.

Octavia kicked him back, just as hard, all the while continuing her little angel act.

"Either way, you found it now," Clarke commented, actually helpfully... Unlike some people. "So there's no point worrying about it while we let the food get cold."

As they walked into the kitchen, Octavia stopped to stick her tongue out at her brother over her shoulder. Bellamy responded by walking straight into her, effectively pushing her through the doorway as Clarke remained perfectly oblivious to what was going on behind her.

A/N: Please read and review! The next chapter should be up a lot quicker... And a huge thanks goes out to Dark-Supernatural-Angel, Maisy C, Aaya123Woods, themarksweleave, Absolutelypositivelyunsure, mhernandez5, samanthalininger, bffs are always forever, and the the two anonymous guests for reviewing the first chapter :)