Okay please don't hate me but this chapter is reallly short but, tbh..I think it might be the best so far^.^ but you let me know if you think anyone gets a little too out of character okay? Constructive critisism is always welcome!
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Chapter 3
"A party." He replied with a smirk.
"I can see that!" Clarke shouted. Bellamy looked at her and saw the look he always saw from her when she thought he had screwed up. Anger, worry, confusion…it was kind of like your mother confronting u after finding out you had decided to try and bake a cake for your secret sister's birthday, but it had gone horribly wrong and all you ended up doing was wasting a bunch of rations. A few of the partiers looked over at them because of Clarke's outburst. So, to avoid causing a scene, Bellamy grabbed her by the arm and led her to his tent.
"Clarke..." was all he said.
"Bellamy, do you realize what you did?" He gave her a puzzled look, and she continued, "I saw the people with bottles. Where'd you get it? That was Monty's moonshine, wasn't it? I need that stuff to sterilize things while I'm working. You want to talk about my responsibility of being here for the injured? Well I can't be if you give my most imperative supply to them to party with." His eyes shifted downward, he hadn't thought about that…she was right. He'd put them all in danger…trying to counter for his mistake he said,
"I doubt that was Monty's last bottle." Clarke turned away from him ran a hand through her long blonde hair then turned back to him,
"Yeah, Bellamy. I'm sure he does. But he would have a lot more if you'd thought this through, before just handing the bottle over." Bellamy was tired of fighting…whether either of them liked it or not, what was done was done. The day had been stressful enough and now all he wanted to do was go out and enjoy his party, preferably with Octavia and Clarke but he didn't really see the Clarke part of that working out. But, Bellamy took a deep breath, and prepared himself to do something he'd never done before in his life, forfeit a fight.
"I know. I'm sorry Clarke." She looked up at him in complete surprise and shock. She was speechless…hmm if those few words were all it took to shut her up, then she'd probably have a heart attack at what he decided to say to her next,
"I wasn't thinking about it logically, I just saw that today was a fairly good day and that it would be a good change of pace to have a party. I mean, look at them," Bellamy raised the flap of his tent with one arm. "Their happy, their enjoying themselves, for the very first time since the drop ship landed, their actually happy…and as much as I know you hate to hear…I regret the fact that you lost valuable supplies, but I think that I made the right call, they needed this." Clarke looked at him like he had grown a second head while speaking but every hint of anger had erased its self from her face…it was replaced by something else…something he didn't recognize. He loomed over her, staring down into her face…the slightest hint of a smile played on her lips…she looked up at him like, like she might have been seeing him for the every first time.
"Thank you, Bellamy" She said genuinely. He grinned at her, partly at her thanks but also because he was proud of himself for the extreme progress he'd just made. He'd defused the situation, him.
"Well, there's an awesome party outside, I'm gonna go enjoy it." Bellamy turned and walk through the flap of the tent, but then turned again and held the flap open to Clarke,
"You coming?" Was all he said. And to his extreme surprise she gave him an excited smile and walked past him out to the open area only turning around once to yell over the crowd at him,
"I've never been to a party before!"
"There's your problem, Princess!"
"What do you mean?" she asked bewildered
"Earlier you asked me if you weren't allowed to have any fun…well, you have to know what fun is first!" He shouted over the crowd, and she laughed at that so, taking that as his permission he grabbed her arm yelling
"Come on, Princess!" seeing shocked faces looking in Clarkes direction as he drug her to the middle of the dancing crowd, a huge smile on her face. For the first time since he'd met Clarke she seemed sincerely happy. And he surprised himself by realizing that he was actually pleased that it was with him and not spacewalker…or actually anyone else for that matter.
