"Wait, what? You actually went on a date last night? Like you are actually dating someone? Clarke Griffin, who had sworn off dating is actually in a relationship?" I laugh. "Oh, shut up, Wells. I am capable of having feelings for someone."

There is a pause on the other side of the line. "He must be special, to have changed your mind."

I conjure what I think to be a romantic voice. "Yeah, he really is."

"So, tell me about this Bellamy Blake. What makes you like him so much?" Wells asks, trying to glaze over the moment of slight awkwardness.

I grip the phone tighter. This is the real test, right? To fool my best friend into thinking I'm in love with Bellamy. "He's unbelievably handsome." I gush. "He's tall, has beautiful dark curly hair, and he's muscular too. And always well-dressed." I smirk a little at that. Yes, he's always well dressed; I've never seen him in anything more casual than dress pants and a collared shirt. "But more than, he is incredibly sweet and dedicated. He makes me feel special and cherished, but not smothered. He cares enough about me enough to know I need time by myself."

I can almost hear the smile in Wells voice when he replies. "He sounds great."

"He really is. He's exactly what I need. I wish you could meet him." It kind of sucks that Wells lives across the country. There are times it would just be nice to have my best friend right beside me. I wonder what he would think if he knew the truth. Would he think I was being completely foolish? Probably. Part of me really wants to tell him. It's hard to keep secrets when we are so close.

"Maybe I will when I visit for Christmas." His statement is a test, I can tell. He's curious if I think this will be long term as it's only July now, "Yeah, of course!" I plaster a smile on regardless that he can't even see me. "I'm sure you would get along well."

I hang up the phone and take another sip of my coffee. Thankfully I still have another 20 minutes of break till I have to get back to work, but after that I have five more hours of checking up on patients, changing sheets, and administering medicine. Pulling the late shift is not a fun time.

Raven Reyes, the woman in charge of maintaining the hospital's equipment, pops her head into the break room. "Your boyfriend is here." I blink for a second. "Bellamy's here?" Raven smiles. "Yeah. Brought you food or something." She lowers her voice. "Why didn't you tell me you were dating a hot piece of ass? Damn girl, I'm jealous." I laugh. "Just send him in."

Half a minute later, Bellamy saunters in and I stand up to greet him. He kisses me softly on the cheek. "Hey Clar." "You came to see me?" He shrugs. "You mentioned having a late work night tonight, so I brought you some of those power bars you really like and orange juice." I am taken aback for a second. "Thanks."

The next couples weeks pass without incident. We go on several more dates, always to fancy places of course, and things become slightly less awkward. Bellamy becomes a little less stiff and formal, and I feel more comfortable around him. Which is good, because tonight is going to be the first night I spend the night at his apartment.

We've been dating "officially" for over a month, so it's time that we "sleep together." Part of me wonders just how necessary faking all of this is, but I'm not going to take the risk. If anyone suspects that we aren't really into each other, we're done for.

Instead of going out for dinner, we decide to just get drinks at a local bar and that head back to his place. I am still amazed by the beauty of his apartment, and I just stare at everything for a little while. "Do whatever you need to," Bellamy says. "I'm going to be working on some stuff in my room." I nod, still entranced by the view. "Yeah."

I sit on the couch reading for awhile, and then pull out my laptop and pay some bills online.

After a few minutes of that, I remember that I brought stuff with me, so I grab my bag and head into Bellamy's bathroom. I decided it would be best to foolproof things now rather than later. I clear out one of his drawers and put in some tampons, Advil, a half empty bottle of shampoo, conditioner, a razor, and some other various things like hair ties and birth control pills.

"What are you doing?" I turn around and am shocked to see Bellamy for once in something other than formal wear. He's wearing a plain white shirt and plaid red pajama pants, and he looks absolutely exhausted. "Did you just wake up?" I ask. He sighs. "I fell asleep at my computer. So what are you doing with all this stuff?"

I roll my eyes, surprised he couldn't put it together. "Making sure we keep up appearances. You have a maid, don't you? She would expect to see some of this stuff here."

"Oh right. Yeah. Carry on. I'll just use the other bathroom." He pads back to his room.

The next morning I wake up surprisingly fully rested and ready to go to work. Because we both have to go into work relatively at the same time, we get ready in silence in the various areas of the apartment. After I am fully ready, I head to the kitchen in search of breakfast. I check in the fridge, the cupboards, and even in some of the drawers. Unfortunately, Bellamy does not have a scrap of food anywhere.

I huff over to his room, and knock loudly on his door.

"What? What do you want?" Bellamy asks crossly on the other side.

"Do you have any food anywhere in this bloody apartment?" I am later than I'd like to be as it is, and I still need something to eat. I know what skipping meals does to your metabolism.

The door finally opens. Bellamy stands there shirtless, his hair still dripping wet. I swallow slowly and pry my eyes off of his body. "There is literally no food in your kitchen. Your fridge has maybe three bottles of wine in it, but your cupboards are completely empty. What the hell? What do you eat?"

Bellamy walks to the kitchen, seemingly unbelieving that he doesn't have any food. After searching through and realizing I was right, he looks at me sheepishly. "Sorry. Guess I just haven't gotten groceries in awhile." I roll my eyes. "I'll say."

We stop at bakery on the way to work, and then Bellamy drops me off. Raven and Jasper, another guy I work with, meet me at the door. "So how was he?" They both ask eagerly. I feign ignorance. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You went out with Bellamy last night, and he dropped you off at work this morning. I know you spent the night at his house." Raven persists. "You know, I'm hurt you didn't tell me you were seeing anyone." Jasper pouts. I roll my eyes. "You guys are so dramatic."

Raven grabs my arm. "I've seen that man's muscles and the way you two look at each other. I bet you had crazy hot kinky sex, right?" I bite my lip, how exactly do I approach this?

"I knew it!" She shouts. Apparently I don't really have to.

"Shhhh!" I whisper. "I don't need the whole hospital to know about my sex life." Jasper and Raven dissolve into a fit of squees.

"I'm so happy for you!" Jasper says. I can tell the words that he won't say. I smile. "Yeah I'm very happy too."