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*** Clarke ***

I stumbled into the apartment just as the sun was starting to make an appearance. I needed to make better life choices, I thought as I let out a tiny laugh at myself.

I quietly took my heals off not wanting to wake anyone and tiptoed to my room to get out of my work clothes and into my comfortable pyjamas.

I scrubbed my face clean, brushed my teeth and threw my hair into a messy bun on top of my head before heading to get a pint of water before I could finally get some sleep.

And there he was. A half-naked Bellamy, asleep on my couch. I really didn't need to see that. I rolled my eyes while contemplating 'accidentally' waking him up. But I thought better of that.

I poured myself a large glass of cold water and downed it in one go before refilling it. Bellamy mumbled in his sleep as I clinked the glass off the tap. "Sshhh." I muttered to myself. Which was stupid because I knew I was making more noise by telling myself to be quiet.

He looked peaceful when he slept, almost childlike. Like he didn't have a care in the world. One arm was behind his head and the other was casually draped across his torso. The spare blanket was shoved halfway down his body and his feet dangled over the side of the couch. It didn't look very comfortable.

I decided at that moment that I much preferred him like this. With his mouth shut.

I must have passed out once I hit my pillow as the next thing I knew Octavia was climbing into bed beside me. "Ya dead?" I asked, my voice croaked. I still hadn't opened my eyes as I snuggled closer to her.

"Nah man." O answered in her best Jamaican accent. I giggled, as Octavia grabbed the water from my nightstand and guzzled the whole thing.

"Can I ask you a favour?" she whispered, as she settled beside me again. Now my eyes were open, Octavia's nose was only a centimetre from mine. "O, the last favour you asked me is currently asleep, half naked, on our couch." I argued, giving her a wary look.

She gave me her best puppy dog eyes and pouted her lips. Bitch. She knew I couldn't say no to her. And boy, did she milk it. I kicked my legs in the bed and let out a 'hmf'. "What now?" Octavia giggled as she pushed the blanket over our heads and started talking.

By the time I got out of bed, I had agreed to take Lincoln, a man I had known for about twenty-four hours, out for the day so that Octavia could spend some time alone with her brother.

I knew she really needed it. And it might get a little awkward if Lincoln was sat there the whole time so I was on babysitting duty.

*** Bellamy ***

It was nine when I woke to the sound of my sister and Clarke whispering and giggling as they entered their sitting room/kitchen which was now doubling as my bedroom.

I stood from the couch and stretched. My body was aching. The couch was not fucking comfortable. It was too short for one. But the little single bed in the box room looked just as short.

I knew Lincoln would have taken the couch but it made more sense for me sleep here. At least I knew the two girls. Might have been a touch awkward for Lincoln to wake up to them eating breakfast.

"Please tell me you have some sort of food for breakfast." I groaned as I folded my blanket and put it neatly to the side. I could see Clarke give me a once over before rolling her eyes. I smirked to myself. She was checking me out. I pulled a t-shirt over my head. She wasn't going to get it for free.

Octavia threw me a smile as she shook her head to answer my question. "The boys have cereal. I'll go steal." She announced leaving the room, narrowly ducking under Lincoln's arm as he came through the door.

Clarke passed Lincoln one of four cups of coffee she had poured before pushing one across the kitchen table to me. I nodded my thanks. At least she seemed a little happier with me this morning.

"Clarke, that club of yours is great. I haven't had that much fun in a long time." Linc praised her while taking a seat beside me on the couch.

Clarke's full cheeks turned a little pink at the compliment as she gave Lincoln a small smile. O sulked into the room again, holding a box of cereal and clutching her leg. "I banged my knee." She informed us as Clarke let out a laugh at her.

"Oh my God! I nearly forgot." Clarke squealed as she jumped from her seat and headed out the door, nearly skipping in her good mood. Octavia passed around bowls of cereal as Linc and I groaned at Clarke's high pitched announcement.

"Not hard to spot the one not hungover. Only cheery one here." Linc mumbled, eating his breakfast.

"Hey, I'm cheery." Octavia gave Lincoln her biggest and best smile as she took a seat. Lincoln laughed and nodded along as Clarke came back in.

"And plus, that's not why Clarke is a happy bunny this morning." Octavia winked to Clarke and receive a warning glare in return.

"Bunny, being the operative word." Octavia laughed. "Octavia!" Clarke shouted, throwing a cushion at her friend. My mind went back to the previous night. 'She might get a better offer.'

Oh God, Clarke had sex last night. That was something I didn't want to hear.

I caught eyes with Clarke but she quickly averted her gaze and continued eating. Her checks were pink again. Was she ashamed? Or just embarrassed that Octavia had mentioned it?

I would have guessed both but all my instincts about her had been totally wrong up to this point so I really didn't know what to think.

"Anyway…" Clarke glanced quickly at all of us, changing the subject. "..O, this is for you." The blonde passed a small slip of paper to Octavia which received a confused expression.

"It's Jameson's number. He said to give him a call…" Clarke rolled her eyes as she mimicked the owner of the number. I shot a look to Octavia as she just shrugged happily at me.

"So don't ever call me a cock-block again!" Clarke muttered, pointing a finger at her friend, laughing. Lincoln coughed, trying to hide a snigger while giving me an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry…Cock-block?" I stared at Clarke, could she not have spared me a thought before she said that. I didn't need to be thinking about my sister and, ugh, cock.

I shivered in disgust, trying to pretend that the last five minutes didn't happen. This was not going to be a good day for me. I gathered all the dishes and began washing them in the sink.

"So, steroids.." Thank God, Clarke changed the subject again. I just hoped that she wasn't going to proposition him. That would be the cherry on top! "I was thinking I could show you around today. Hang out a bit."

Lincoln threw me an awkward look. "Um, sure." He nodded to Clarke as she smiled raising her eyes to Octavia. What was going on? I hated being confused and the girls were up to something.

"What are we, Princess? Chopped- liver?" I pointed to my sister and then to myself. Clarke gave me a pointed stare, opening her mouth to answer me but O beat her to it.

"Ah, come on Bell, I will take you to lunch. My treat." She gave me a hopeful smile that I couldn't say no to.

Octavia and I sat at a small table outside a quant restaurant she had picked. It was nice. I hadn't had any time alone with Octavia since I arrived. This would be a proper catch up.

"So, how long are you staying?" She asked raising her eyes from her small pasta dish. I don't know why, but she looked a little jittery.

I told her the plans that Lincoln and I had made. To move into the city, fulfil our contract with the army and figure out what to do after. We had some plans but nothing concrete.

Our time was nearly up and we hoped to be discharged soon. We had given over four years to the army but it wasn't the life I wanted forever.

Octavia seemed impressed with my time abroad as she nodded and smiled at some of the funnier stories. Unlike some in the army, I was extremely lucky to have very few horrible memories.

"Are you going to come home for Halloween break?" I knew this would come up again. "She doesn't want to see me, O."I muttered, putting my fork down.

I didn't leave things with mom on a good note. She had told me to leave and never come back. So I did just that.

"It'll be different this time Bell." O pushed. But I wasn't sure. And by the look on her face, she wasn't sure either. I kept my mouth shut as I looked at my sister. Her eyes were pleading with me.

"I'll think about it. Ok?" I received a small smile from my sister and she seemed pleased with my answer. For now anyway.

"It's a bit funny now. Mom thought I was the bad influence, she should have been looking at Clarke." I gave my sister a knowing smirk.

Octavia laughed at me, finishing her lunch. "Clarke is not a bad influence Bell, why would you think that? Because she gave me a guy's number?" She was laughing at me, looking at me like I had two heads.

I only half nodded in response, trying to read her. Octavia took a deep breath and placed both her hands, palm down, on the table. She laughed as she grabbed my knife away from me and added it to her own plate.

"Ok, I'm just going to get this out there.." she took another deep breath. She had my undivided attention but I was nervous. "Bell, I'm twenty, I have had two serious boyfriend and I have had sex. I'm not fifteen anymore." She spit out.

My world was spinning. "Ugh God, Octavia, I don't need to know that!" I complained loudly. I scrunched up my face trying to force that information out of my brain.

"Yes, you did…" Octavia said quietly, giving me a small smile. "You keep looking at me, and Clarke, like were aliens or something."

Octavia gave me a knowing smile as the frown on my face began to disappear. "Five years is a long time Bell. We're not little kids anymore." She sighed, moving her hand across the table and placing it on top of mine, giving it a slight squeeze.

"Ok, Ok.." I muttered, giving her my biggest smile. She was not the fifteen year old I left behind so I needed to catch up. "So tell me everything…"

I paused, giving her a warning look. "Please, though, leave out all the… other stuff." I stuttered.

Octavia laughed at me before giving me the cliff notes on the past five years of her life. She told me about her time in high school, her ex's, leaving out the nitty-gritty, and the big move to college with Clarke.

We had such fun just sitting and talking about the time we'd missed. She was really grown up, she knew where she wanted her life to go and she was working towards it.

I was very proud of my baby sister, who was not a baby anymore.

*** Clarke ***

Lincoln was such a gentleman. He would open doors for me and always made sure I was on the inside of the path as we walked through town. A guy like him should not be friends with Bellamy Blake.

He told me the story of how they met in college and then joined the army together. Lincoln also told me everything he had heard about me.

That made me cautious.

But whether or not Bellamy had said shit about me, Lincoln didn't say. To him, I was just Octavia's best friend, that's all he was told.

I didn't know if I should have been happy or hurt that Bellamy thought of me as a footnote in Octavia's life.

Lincoln told me about his family, which only took a minute. His parents had been killed in a car accident when he was little and had been put in foster care.

"I'm not looking for sympathy." He said, laughing as we walked. His tone did not match what he was saying. "I was in two foster homes, but both were great. I still talk to my foster family, they're just not real family." He stuttered, a little.

I was speechless.

"I sound horrible, don't I?" My mind booted up, finally. "No, God no." I blurted out.

My heart ached for him. I explained how I lost my dad in a car accident too. No one can take the place of a parent, even if you didn't remember them.

We switched easily to more light-hearted conversation as I told him about the buildings we passed. "Octavia got kicked out of here for doing the 'Gagnam' dance on a table." I pointed to a small bar across the road as Lincoln laughed with me.

"Over there is where we convinced two cops not to arrest Monty and Jasper for setting off a home-made rocket. We became quick friends after that!" Lincoln shook his head, looking at me in shock.

"What happened to them after?" I gave the mammoth of a man beside me a smile and a wink. "We let them take us out for dinner. The cops, not Monty and Jasper." I clarified, giving him a nudge in the arm.

I was having loads of fun giving Lincoln a walking tour of the town. I had forgotten all the badness O and I had got ourselves involved in.

"I'm not going to be able to tell any of this to Bellamy, am I?" Lincoln laughed. "Not unless you want O locked in a tower somewhere." And I had a hunch that Lincoln did not want that.

*** Bellamy ***

It was half eight by the time Octavia and I arrived back at her apartment. We had sat for hours talking in the town park but it had started to get too cold to be out.

Lincoln and Clarke must have hit it off because I could hear them laughing and talking once we entered the apartment.

"Sounds like they hit it off!" I muttered, a little too much irritation showing in my voice. I loved Linc like a brother but Jesus, he could really turn on the charm when he wanted to.

"Hey look O.." Clarke had a big mischievous smile on her face as she held up a pot. "Apparently it's called 'cooking'." Clarke laughed as Lincoln began adding ingredients to a wok.

"Well whatever it is, it smells fantastic." She replied, taking off her leather jacket before asking Clarke what time she had to be at work.

I had to hand it to Princess, she worked hard. But I suppose it was the weekend. Which meant party time, although college students didn't really distinguish between days when it came to drinking.

Octavia followed Clarke out of the room after she told Lincoln to keep cooking, to earn his keep. I began helping my friend as we discussed our day. Although, Lincoln was suspiciously quiet.

"How come you never really mentioned Clarke?" he asked, adding rice to a pot. "What was there to mention?" I answered, shrugging. "You can be such a dick." Lincoln laughed, rolling his eyes at me.

Seriously though, what would I have mentioned? I had told him that Octavia had a best friend and that she was always around. What more was there to say?

Except that she was gorgeous now. Not that she was ugly before but damn, puberty had been kind to her.

I had to properly control my facial features as Clarke re-entered the room. I understand that she worked in a nightclub but this was killing me.

I looked away from her but took a sneaky glance at her over my glass of water. She had her hair in a weird braid, but it looked great. She had a black and white, high-waisted, pencil skirt that clung to her hips and showed off her ass.

God, I couldn't tell if she was wearing underwear.

I took another gulp of water but I could feel myself heating up. And just to make sure that I would be having a long shower later, she topped it off with a black lace, long sleeved top that didn't meet the skirt so there were two inches of bear skin around her middle.

"You forgot your shirt." I said, making sure my words came out strong and unaffected. Clarke sat opposite me at the table, ignoring me, as Lincoln passed food to everyone.

"Ugh, Bell, shut up." Octavia chimed in, giving Clarke a smile and me a glare. "You look gorgeous." O stated, as we all began to eat.

"I didn't say she didn't look gorgeous…" I clarified, gaining me a shocked look from Clarke as she ate quickly.

Clarke soon composed herself as I gave her a smirk. "You just forgot a proper top, is all." I popped a fork full of food in my mouth, giving her a shrug.

"Jesus, the only compliment you have ever given me.." she looked at me with bright eyes and a big smile before it dropped off her face. "And then 'poof', gone, just like that. Hypocrite."

Clarke gave Octavia a look as she sighed in, what seemed like, exhaustion. I had to laugh. "Why am I a hypocrite?" I asked, looking down to my t-shirt, which was not see-through, and back to the blonde.

Clarke looked at me like I had two heads while Octavia pushed her chair back from the table. Obviously enjoying the show.

"Bellamy, there was a whole summer when we were kids that you did not put on a shirt on!" she scoffed, throwing a glance to O, wanting back-up.

I knew the summer she was talking about. That was the summer that the new neighbours moved in and they had one hell of a hot daughter.

"Funny, I don't remember you complaining." I replied, giving her yet another smirk, while I pulled up my eyebrow. Daring her to say something to the contrary. Clarke pulled her gaze from me and pushed the remainder of her food around her plate.

"Yeah, well there's a lot you don't remember from back then." She said, giving me a look that I couldn't quite decipher. She was up before I could get the last word in.

"That's my queue. No rest for the wicked." She smiled at Linc and gave O a kiss on the head before strutting out of the room and the apartment.

I was definitely getting to her.

Hi everyone, I realise that there wasn't a lot of Bellarke in this chapter but there will be in the next! (Well, that's the plan anyway!) How am I doing writing Lincoln? His bits are probably the ones I struggle with most!

Sorry for the long wait, I had to practice driving because I had my test today. I am now a fully licensed driver! And just an fyi, whenever I write, I put up on my profile how much I have written. This might give people a clue to when the next chapter would be up!

-AL