The hot midday sun beat down relentlessly onto Bellamy's back. He could already feel the now pale skin of his arms burning, and he often went to lift his t-shirt off until he remembered that he was a woman now and that would probably be inappropriate. He could only imagine how Clarke would react to seeing him remove her clothes in front of all her friends. She'd most likely retaliate in some way, by removing even more clothes from his body. She had already pulled off his shirt with a smug smile within the first hour of walking.

The two had had little chance to talk since the hair braiding incident, mainly because they were afraid of talking in front of Octavia, Raven and Finn for fear of being discovered. Neither Bellamy nor Clarke was yet to master each other's voices, and so they refrained from speaking if possible, which was difficult with Octavia around.

"Bell, are we nearly there yet?" she moaned again, as she had done every fifteen minutes of the journey so far.

Clarke looked over to me, brown eyes questioning, as she had done every fifteen minutes. Bellamy was the only one who knew the way to what he called 'Deer Forest', where there was an abundance of deer. Bellamy was not known for his creativity when naming things, except perhaps his sister, Octavia. They had been walking for almost three hours and they were only halfway there.

"Why don't we stop for a break? We must be around halfway there, right Bellamy?" he said, eventually, his own name rolling awkwardly off his tongue.

"Oh, yes we're halfway. Good idea, Clarke," she replied. "Let's stop for a bit."

"Is that a stream up ahead? I could do with cooling off for a bit."

Bellamy went ahead to the stream he'd spotted on his journey before, and knelt down in it, delighted to find it deeper than he first thought. "Screw it," he muttered to himself, and lay down on his back in the stream. The cool water soothed his burning skin and he let his eyes fall closed in complete bliss, feeling almost as though he had reached heaven itself.

When he opened his eyes again, Bellamy jumped as he saw himself looking down at him. He realised in that moment that he was really quite threatening in appearance and made a mental note to smile a bit more. He sat up in the water and looked around for the others. Raven and Finn were further downstream, splashing each other, and Octavia sat on the bank beside them, dipping her feet in the sparkling water.

"Having fun, Princess?" Bellamy said quietly, looking up at Clarke, knowing he was out of earshot of the others.

"A little," she replied with a smile.

She perched down on the riverbank, slipped her boots off and dipped a toe in the water, testing the temperature. Satisfied with it, she rolled up the bottom of her trousers and let her feet slide into the stream up to her ankles.

"Really? Is that it? Come on Princess, let yourself go once in a while." Bellamy scooped water into his hand and flung it at Clarke, sending a shower of tiny droplets flying onto her face. He regretted it almost immediately.

She looked up silently, heated anger visible in her eyes, which promptly turned into a mischievous glint. "You're going to wish you hadn't done that, Bellamy Blake."

"Come at me, Clarke!" he said, grinning from ear to ear.

She stood up then, the pebbles of the bed of the stream surprisingly smooth against her bare feet. Bellamy ducked instinctively as she kicked water in his general direction, successfully drenching him from head to toe. The war began. Bellamy splashed back, but found that his suddenly small hands were no match for Clarke's now enormous ones, which were scooping up water like small bowls and coating him every second. He stood up, hoping to tower over Clarke but forgetting that he was a few inches too short. Cool water poured off the pair, their hair sodden and faces dripping. They eyed each other up for a moment. Suddenly Bellamy hooked a foot around Clarke's ankle and tugged, causing her to lose her balance, arms flailing comically. She toppled over into the water while Bellamy laughed. Never one to give up, Clarke grabbed both of Bellamy's ankles and pulled, sending him falling backwards too. They sat in the water then, forgetting everything and everyone else, and both laughing hysterically as if they were the only ones on Earth.

Raven's voice brought the pair back to reality. "We should probably get a move on if we want to be back before dark!"

Bellamy stood up, suddenly feeling rather shy, although he wasn't entirely sure why. He held out a hand to Clarke, who accepted it gratefully as she stood up, before picking up her rucksack and swinging it onto her back. They walked on, soaking wet and smiling at each other, before Octavia called for Bellamy and with one last grin, she ran on ahead to catch up with her. Being Clarke wasn't as strange as Bellamy would have thought it'd be: in fact, he felt more connected to her than ever before. Sure, they'd interacted often enough before, but only as leaders, never as friends. Apparently being Bellamy brought out a different side to Clarke too: he'd always found her serious and stubborn until today, when she proved that she was much more than that.

"You know, if you're trying to hide your feelings then you're seriously failing."

For a split second, Bellamy thought his conscience was talking to him, until he glanced sideways and saw Raven walking beside him.

"What?" he said, startled.

"Oh come on Clarke, it's pretty damn obvious. You like him, why don't you admit it?"

Bellamy's cheeks warmed, and he had to remind himself to change his voice before he spoke. "Like who?"

"Bellamy," she answered with a musical laugh.

"I do not."

She looked at him then, eyebrows raised and lips curved up in a smile that screamed liar, liar, pants on fire.

He rolled his eyes at her and she laughed again.

"Just talk to him, all right? He clearly likes you too."

With that, she jogged on ahead to Finn, but turned back to him with a knowing smile that Bellamy didn't see. He was too deep in thought. There was definitely some truth in her words. He liked Clarke. He wasn't sure of his feelings before but he realised now. Hearing her laugh, her energy, just the way she said his name, gave him butterflies like a thirteen year old boy with his first crush. And he would give anything to see her smile once more, but he couldn't because it was his smile now and he didn't know how to give it back. His mind drifted then, to Raven's last words. Did Clarke like him in return? He wasn't sure. Only time would tell.