Okay, so all of your reviews meant the world to me, and if there's a way to reply to them then I have not found it yet, otherwise I would be telling you all how fantastically beautiful you are individually!

And yeah, I named this after the song by James Blunt, which I would recommend everybody listen to- it reminds me a tiny bit of Bellamy and Clarke, and it's just wonderful in general!

And in regards to the request that Finn and Clarke don't get together… I have no idea what I'm doing right now, so I can't make any promises… Just remember that this is Bellarke, even if Finn gets in the way!

Also, I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter, and I'm not as happy with it as I am the others, and I'm still trying to figure out what direction I want to take this story in so just bear with me?


Clarke had never been a morning person, and when she heard a horn blaring outside her window at 7AM she was reminded why.

"Everybody up, outside, by the lake in 5 minutes. Don't be late." A voice was projected through the megaphone, and despite the heavy static it was producing, Clarke could have sworn it was Bellamy.

"I know he raised you and all, and no offense, but your brother's a masochist," she groaned to her roommate, while dragging herself out of bed.

"Nah, just a control freak." Octavia rolled her eyes, stumbling over to her still unpacked suitcase.

"He had just as much to drink as we did last night; shouldn't he at least be hung over?"

"I'm sure he was, but once he realized that he gets to spend the rest of the summer bossing everybody around it probably cleared right up."

Clarke laughed at that and they began to head outside, both opting to keep their pajamas on instead of getting changed- if Bellamy had wanted his counsellors in top shape, he should have given them more time to prepare. And to sleep.

"You know, you and him seemed pretty chatty last night- him helping with your bags and everything..." Octavia mentioned, glancing at the other girl to see how she would react.

"Yeah," Clarke scoffed, "He feels bad for me, just like everyone else. It's sweet, but I'm sure he'll be back to his annoying self soon enough."

"Clarke, about that… how are you doing? I know we haven't had a chance to talk about anything yet, but you know I'm here for you, right?" Octavia looked over at Clarke, hoping that she hadn't pushed her too far.

"Thanks O, I know… it's just really hard right now. Thinking about him hurts so much, but all this place does is bring back memories, and I don't really know what to say right now. But how are you doing? You were his friend too."

"I know what you mean about it being hard, but I'll be fine. I've been missing him like crazy, and there's nothing I can do to stop that, but I was talking to Bell before we came here and he told me to try and focus on the good memories- at least that way I can control them, you know? Sometimes it helps me block everything else out."

"Yeah, that's good advice," Clarke admitted, happy that Octavia had somebody to talk to about all of it. She was about to go on when she realized that they were fast approaching the group of disgruntled looking counsellors standing by the lake, and that they were all gathered around Bellamy. "Speak of the devil…"

"What was that, Princess?" Bellamy called out, assuming that they were talking about him.

"Just happy to see you, Blake!"

"Well, I wish I could say the same, but it turns out you and O are actually 19 seconds late."

"Oh, the horror!" Clarke rolled her eyes.

"Now, now Griffin, you know the drill."

"Really Bell? It was 19 seconds." Octavia interrupted, knowing that, if her brother had a soft spot, it was her.

"Sorry O, but rooming with the Princess doesn't get you any special treatment in my books."

"And the fact that I'm your sister?" Octavia protested, desperately.

"Not going to work this time," he said to her, in a voice that lacked any sympathy whatsoever, and made it clear just how much he was enjoying it. "For those of you that are new here, take this as a lesson- Punctuality is important! Now, you two were the only ones late, so looks like you're the only ones going for a swim this morning!"

Clarke rolled her eyes again, both at the stupid tradition and at the stupid man who took so much pleasure in enforcing it. Regretting that her and Octavia hadn't bothered to put clothes on, Clarke looked down at the tank top and pair of boxer shorts she was wearing and shrugged, before looking at Bellamy one last time, marching to the end of the sock, and diving in.

Shocked by the cold water, she came up a few feet from where she'd entered the water, and was joined by Octavia who looked about as unimpressed as she felt.

Looking back to the shore, she saw that, while half of the people looked rather sympathetic, the majority of them were just plain amused. "Happy, sir?" She directed at Bellamy, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ecstatic," he said with a small smile that showed he wasn't lying. "Now get out of there, we've got work to do."

Shaking her head, Clarke swam back to the dock where Octavia had just climbed out of the water, and looked up to see Bellamy extending his hand down to her. She looked at it suspiciously, before an idea struck her and she grabbed it. As he went to pull her out of the water, she began to throw all of her weight back into it in an attempt to pull him in with her. Unfortunately, it seemed that Bellamy had other plans, and he simply held on tighter, looked her in the eye, and said, "Don't even think about it, Princess," before pulling her out of the water completely.

She was surprised at his strength, but hid it well. Shaking her head as she regained her footing on the dock, Clarke smiled coyly at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Whatever you say," he chuckled, momentarily seeming to forget that they were standing in front of 30 other people, as his eyes trailed up and down her body that her clothes were clinging to. "Nice pajamas." He added, smirking but sounding slightly out of breath, before turning back around and once again addressing the whole group.

"Okay guys, campers start arriving in 5 hours. You've all got half an hour to get changed, grab something to eat, and do whatever else you've got to do before I want you in your positions. Those of you that are staying in cabins with the kids need to have them clean, decorated, and ready. The activities counsellors should be at your specific stations, ready to go by. Once everything is set up to my approval you'll be given your jobs for the day. Now get out of here!"

Octavia stayed behind for a moment, most likely to yell at her brother, so Clarke was heading back to her cabin alone when she heard a voice call out behind her, "Hey, no hard feelings, right?"

Clarke turned to see Finn walking up behind her. Her face remained blank, as she tried to remember what exactly he was talking about. He seemed to recognize her confusion and said, "Last night- I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories… I guess sometimes I can be too curious for my own good."

"Ohhhh," Clarke said, finally realizing what he was talking about. "No, no, don't worry about that- it was nothing. You didn't mean anything by it, it's fine." She assured him.

"Okay, good," he sighed in relief. "I felt terrible about it all night. I would've hated to ruin our chance at being friends."

"No, we're good," Clarke said, quickly growing tired of the conversation. She had gotten used to people tip toeing around her, and had spent her fair share of time comforting them when they got upset about hurting her feelings.

Apparently catching on to her displeasure with the conversation, he changed topics. "So, besides owning the place, what's your job here?"

"I'm the arts counsellor, you?"

"I've got a cabin of the 8-10s- hopefully I'll see you around!"

"Yeah, definitely!" Clarke agreed happily, watching as Finn walked away, before turning around and heading back to her cabin, where Octavia was waiting for her.

"Okay, so what's the deal with Finn?" Her friend asked the second she walked into the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Clarke said, ignoring the blush that crept up her face and the squealing noises that Octavia started to make.

"You like him!" She exclaimed victoriously.

"He's cute, and he seems nice, but I don't know…" Clarke admitted.

"Clarkey, Clarkey, Clarkey, he is cute and nice. What more could you want?"

"I don't know, O, I don't think I want anything serious, but we'll see what happens, okay?" Clarke said, desperately trying to change the subject.

"Whatever you say… I've got to head out- I'm so excited to be co-leading the Outdoors Adventure program! And you know, Lincoln isn't all that bad to look at…"

"Your brother's going to love that!" Clarke laughed, imagining what the over-protective man would do when he found out that Octavia was interested in somebody who was older than he was.

"He'll deal with it," she shrugged, before hugging Clarke and practically dancing out the cabin door.

Alone, Clarke made quick work of changing out of her still wet pajamas, into a pair of shorts and the standard, 'Camp Ark Counsellor' t-shit, opting to roll up the sleeves as a sad attempt to combat the heat. She hadn't had time to shower, so she pulled her hair into a loose, messy bun, before finding her shoes and sunglasses and heading out the door.

On the way to the arts room she tried to ignore where she was going, but was unable to do so anymore when she found herself standing in front of the building that it was in. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head and walked inside, turning left to head up the stairs that lead to the top floor.

Somebody had been there before her, and had opened the curtains and windows, filling the room with sunlight and fresh air. Everything looked the same as it always had, and that fact alone hit Clarke incredibly hard, causing her to remember the last time she had been in there.

It had been the second last day of camp last summer, and she was given the task of cleaning the room and taking inventory of the supplies. Wells, being the good friend that he was, had offered to help her, and, unsurprisingly, very little work had actually gotten done. Instead, she had forced him to sit by the window in his usual spot, and she had used the little art supplies left over from the summer to sketch a picture of him, using whatever leftover paint she could find to fill in the blank spaces. She had done it as a joke, but he had adored the finished project, and had ended up hanging it in his dorm room.

Clarke felt tears begin to form in her eyes at the memory and shook her head, not wanting to fall apart on her second day back. Instead, she finally entered the room, ignoring all the other memories that surfaced. Not wanting to spend any more time in there than necessary, she began unpacking the painting supplies that she would need for the activities she was leading later on that day.

She was setting paintbrushes out on the tables when she heard somebody coming up the stairs, and turned around to see Bellamy leaning against the food frame. "Hey Blake, what's up?"

"Just checking on your progress, you almost done?"

"I will be soon enough," she assured him, going back to setting up the tables. "I'd probably be done by now if I hadn't had to take a pit stop in the lake."

"You were the one who was late, Princess. I don't make the rules, I just enforce them." He chuckled as he saw Clarke roll her eyes, knowing that he had made her do it more than anyone else she knew.

Choosing to ignore his presence, she headed back over to the supply cupboards, frustrated to realize that the stack of paper she needed was out of her reach. Not wanting to admit defeat, she opened one of the lower drawers, stepping on it, trying to gain the height she needed. It worked, so she lifted her other foot off the ground and leaned her knee against another cupboard. Feeling confident, she began to reach for the stack of papers, which is when she realized just how unstable of a position she was in. Before she could do anything about it one of the cupboards gave out, causing her to fall backwards. She braced herself to hit the ground, but at the last minute felt a strong pair of hands grab her waist, helping right her.

When her feet hit the ground she took in a deep breath, turning around to see Bellamy standing directly in front of her. "Thanks," she gasped.

Realizing just how close they were, Bellamy took his hands off of her hips and stepped back. "Any time, Princess." Reaching around her, he stood on his toes and was able to reach the stack of papers easily, handing them to her. "Watch yourself next time, would you? I won't always be around to save you."

"I'm sure I'll manage without you," she laughed, returning to her work. She distributed the papers on a table near the front of the room before turning around and seeing that Bellamy was still standing where she had left him with a strange smile on his face. "So, what did you come here for again?"

"Just keeping an eye on my counsellors, you know, doing my job," he said casually. "So once you're done here, you can head down to the front gates. You're going to be giving people directions for the first hour or so, probably walking a lot of them to their cabins, stuff like that. We'll need you back in here for 2:00, and you'll be here doing crafts of whatever until kids head back to their cabins for 5:00. After that just come find me and I'll give you something to do."

"I've done this for years Bellamy, I know how it works," she reassured him, slightly amused at how serious he was taking his job.

"I know, I know, I'm just making sure." At that he smiled, waving at her before he headed out the door, leaving Clarke alone in the room once again.