What Do You Want (From A Devil Like Me?)

Her name is Nina, as Bellamy introduces her so. She's one of the detectives on his intelligence force — beautiful in a definite out of Bellamy's league kind of way. She stands tall, meeting his height. Her long rosy hair falls down her back in a series of delicate curls just barely touching the hand he placed there as he guides her. Her red lips coil in a wide smile as she extends her hand out to Octavia and Lincoln, the red dress that seemed so strategically wrapped around her slender figure flowing in the wake of her movements.

And suddenly, the simple black little number Octavia had picked out for her the day before Clarke was sporting makes her feel like a nun compared to the creature Bellamy's wore on his arm so effortlessly it pissed her off.

She watches them from a distance, this unexplainable sour feeling invading her system for a part of her secretly hoped the night was going to be spent compiling clever and witted ways to avoid a certain Finn Collins with Bellamy while subtly downing shots of tequila and attempting to remember the exact bridesmaid responsibilities she was set to preform. But she's okay with the sudden change. Or so she tells herself as she approaches the two.

"Bell, you didn't mention anything about a date." Clarke voices in a polite smile. "I'm Clarke, best friend of the Bride." She 's quick with the introduction, shaking Nina's hand. "Sorry Princess, I didn't feel like spending the night on my own." He declares somehow striking a nerve within her. However, the way he set his jaw in the wake of his answer was more than enough to give away the falsehood of his statement.

And she's not shy to call him out on it. "The room is filled with nearly a hundred people and you thought you were going to be alone?" But the moment the words slip out of her mouth she's filled with an overwhelming, ugly feeling for the realizes exactly who she resembles at this moment in time. She felt just like her mother; putting on a smile and show to please her guests and keep appearances up — and that was not who she was.

The Blond smiles uneasily back at the two, making a note to retract her rather abrasive behavior. Sure they were exclusive — in whatever the presides of their relationship stood, so he was very well right in his nature to bring a date, or whatever Nina deemed to be, so she didn't have a right to be put off by this.

The question was, why was she?

"Half of who I don't know…" Bellamy replies smoothly without a sweat. "That's why I brought Nina here — she keeps things interesting."

Clarke grinds her teeth trying not to let his conspicuous words affect her so. However, no matter how hard she tries, she's failing. "So how long have you two know each other?" She asks, turning to Nina. Whether romantic or not for some reason she had an urge to know anything and everything about what defined their relationship. And the two exchange a few glances before coming to a conclusion. "What's it been, Blake? Two, three years?"

"Three, definitely three — we were on patrol together."

"Oh don't remind me — those uniforms!" Nina purposely joked making the both of them to chuckle and leave Clarke gazing at them with an eager smile.

"Wow, and now you're both on the intelligence unit, how great!"

"I wouldn't say great — there are days no one want to put up with old-man grumpy here…" Nina mumbles with a laugh shifting Clarke's attention for somehow she found a way to turn this, whatever it was, back around in Bellamy's face.

"Tell me about it!" She adds. "I'm sure you're familiar with the non-caffeinated Bellamy Blake, yes?" Clarke continues, watching the smirk on Bellamy's face slowly fade as he realizes what was happening. And Nina profusely agrees. "Those days are the worst. He's basically useless."

As the conversation continues on, this Nina person slowly begins to grow on Clarke. Sure she was essentially there with her… well, technically Bellamy was her friend, but at this point Clarke would admit she felt more like a jealous girlfriend than anything else. However, if she simply chose to ignore this rather tedious fact she realized the woman wasn't half bad.

And soon enough it had seemed like the tables had turned for Bellamy who was now feeling like a third wheel on his own date, so when his sister as well as Lincoln and his parents approached them he found an opportunity to end the girls tenacious talk about his horrible patterns and habitual attitudes.

"Harold, Ana, you remember my older brother Bellamy?" Octavia asked as Bellamy went to shake Lincoln's fathers hand. A waiter stopped before them and offered glasses of wine.

"How could we forget after that weekend in—" But Lincoln quickly cleared his throat signaling his mother to stop, making the group around them shift uncomfortably. It seemed as if everyone but Nina and Clarke knew what that comment was about.

And the Blond noted to pry it out of him later.

"Is this your wife? She's lovely." Lincoln's mother smiled. "Although I remember she used to be a brunette. Did you dye your hair my dear?" Ana squints her eyes at the woman on his arm, and before Nina can answer, Bellamy, as always, is quick to reply as he clears his throat, attempting to set a new tone.

Clarke heard Lincoln's parents weren't big fans of Bellamy—especially his mother, but she didn't know why. And trying to come up with reasons was kind of amusing for her considering she was standing there trying hide her smile by taking sips of the white wine in her hand.

Leave it to Bellamy to piss off the parents.

"No, I've always been a redhead—" Nina joked before Bellamy quickly cut her off.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kekoa this is my girlfriend, Nina." He corrected and almost instantly Clarke choked on her wine, nearly spilling some on herself. But Octavia was quick to help her taking the glass from her hand as Clarke quickly patted herself off. "I'm sorry, your what?" She gasped with a tight lipped smile as Octavia backed off and the initial shock from Clarke's reaction quickly wore off.

"My girlfriend." Bellamy repeated to which Clarke quickly looked back at Lincoln's parents and agreed trying not to make herself look like a fool any further. "Right!" She exclaimed with a smile—sorry I thought I heard something else…" She flatly offered throwing both Bellamy and Octavia a strange look.

Not one of them had mentioned anything about Bellamy dating someone. Sure, Octavia wasn't much for one to dwell on her brothers love life — well, not recently with everything keeping her so busy, but Clarke had nearly spend the whole last month with Bellamy and she was certain there was no girlfriend.

…

Bellamy spends the rest of the night ignoring her. Or at least, she feels like he is. He parades that woman on his arm as if she's a is prize. Introducing her to all their friends. It's all honest and simple but Clarks brain doesn't interpret it that way. She's sitting at the bridal table, Raven and Wick to her left, spending a little too much time with that drink in her hand. Tequila had recently become her best friend.

"Drinking alone, Griffin?" Raven commented once Wick pointed out in her direction.

"Yeah, just feeling the celebration guys!" Clarke states forcing the smile to her face. "The celebration of... love!" She announces louder than she wants as she raises her glass in the air and attempts to take another sip.

"You might want to celebrate at a slower pace before you end up in a toilet head first…" Raven chuckles slipping the drink from her hand in a swiftly manner. "Hey!" The blond quickly opposes in a pout. "That was a nasty thing to do!"

"You need to take a little break — how 'bout some coffee?" Raven's quick to pour her a cup as Clarke sinks further into her seat.

"Thanks." Clarke mumbles calming down a little as the Latina simply chuckled. "So, is there another specific reason you want to celebrate love other than the obvious tonight?" Wick questioned as Raven shoved her elbow in his ribs. They both had a slight suspicion of what was going on for it was obvious, at least to Raven who quickly shared it with quick. But she didn't want to say anything on the fact that she could actually be wrong, plus she was curious to what was going to happen.

"Well, yeah — I mean my best friend's getting married, and you know," She hiccups, catching herself. "you two are doing whatever it is you're doing," The two exchange a look. "and then there's Maya and Jasper — oh, guys just look at them!" She turned their attention to the dance floor where they where both immersed in each others presence, slow dancing to the tunings of a intimate song.

"I mean, how right are they for each other?" The Blond continues completely lost in the image of them.

"A-and then there's Finn over there who has stolen about a million glances this way the whole night— fun fact: he was my fiancé, so you know, somehow, more love! Also Bellamy and that new piece of ass he's parading around — love right there, am I right?" She continues trailing along, her eyes search for the rest of the liquor left but can't find them.

"Okay… sure." Raven exhales softly amused smile in tow. Clarke takes a sip of her coffee finding a bitter reality underneath it. Then as if her eyes finally catch up with her mind they look back out to the dance floor, scanning the room for Bellamy and his date.

"Love is just forever present, guys!" She declares as she brings the coffee to her lips.

…

Finn understood Clarke didn't want him there and sure they were her friends first, but Lincoln had grown to be a close friend to him. They went to the gym every week, followed by a trip to the bar, they played video games on rare days off at his apartment, they were friends — the fact of the matter was that her friends we're ultimately his friends and although it was clear they choose her in the 'divorce', he still kept in touch. And he wasn't about to miss Lincoln and Octavia's engagement party because it would convenience Clarke. He understood, to say the least, but he was still completely confused at where their relationship stood and wanted something that would provide a clear answer.

She avoided him at work changing shifts and break places, making herself look busy whenever she ran into him, this he was quite aware of. However, the thing that really bothered him considering this mess was the way Clarke was handling the situation — obviously she didn't make as much of what happened that Halloween night as he did. He also knew this, but she was known for rather facing her problems and issues head-on not letting them linger on to dwell in the wake of confusion. And that's what worried him.

Clarke knew avoiding him was wrong — childish, was probably a better word for it than anything else. And it wasn't something she was accustomed to, but somehow she had managed to become completely ignorant to the situation. Maybe it was because a part of her wanted to pretend that it didn't actually happen, maybe it was the fact that she finally felt like she was in a good place in her life and didn't want to acknowledge the back-track she just took. Whatever the reason, it wasn't justified. This she knew.

The night wasn't panning out in Finn's favor so far. He was seated tables away from the people he actually knew, and it was either linger by the bar in hopes Clarke would stumble by, head to the dance floor partnerless or interact with the strangers that surrounded him. In the end, he wondered over to a friendly crowd and stuck to talking to Jasper and Monty about some new policies that were now in place at work and kept a careful eye on his alcohol intake.

And at this particular moment in time he was at four glasses of wine in and was starting to gain an insane amount of courage. And before he realized he was standing from his seat, making his way toward the Blond who Raven and Wick where conversing with.

"Wanna dance?" The question was short, and confident, and not filled with that saddened glaze in his eyes, so Clarke, to her surprise and to the surprise of Raven and Wick beside her, accepted.

And as he lead her away Clarke could feel not only Raven's, but Octavia's and Bellamy's eyes follow them to the dance floor in a mixture of shock, and confusion. But her gaze held no emotion notioning to them she was just as surprised as them. His grip on her waist and hand was light, wanting to show her he wasn't going to push anything on her. There was enough pressure on them so far from the prying eyes. And suddenly, as if it was some sort of emotional switch, she was sober.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He questioned gazing down at her. The blond just nodded, her eyes looking over his shoulder, far way. "Surprisingly, yes." She replies in semi-truth. It hadn't been a bad night, her expectations were just not met.

"Surprisingly?"

And she nods as they sway to the stylings of a soft but powerful song.

"I thought you coming was going to turn into a thing." She decides to speak the truth. And in appreciation, Finn smiles. "I wouldn't do that to you."

"I know." She mutters faintly shaking her head in slight regret of ever thinking that. But they keep swaying slowly, their feet somehow perfectly aligned to the beat of the music. "You know you don't have to ignore me. We can still be friends." Clarke takes a moment to digest the words before her eyes shoot to his.

"Can we?" She questions ever so faintly, her face framed by the loose strands of hair that fall effortlessly around from her pinned bun.

And he nods. "Absolutely." They had been friends before—best friends actually. They could do it again. And Clarke can't help but believe the words.

"We can try."

She missed him, and although she would never admit it, the past year was hard without him. Life was simply easier with someone there to support you, to hold your hand and tell your stories to. And god knows Finn had heard all of her stories, hell, he'd even been in a few, and he didn't mind.

But over the years they changed. It wouldn't be fair to say he just changed — they both did. All of a sudden he wanted her to become someone she knew she could never be. His expectations were simply not within her limits and vice versa. So when he took out a ring that winter night she was forced to face it all.

And she hadn't regretted her decision, not once since then.

But she had missed him. And he her.

"I missed you." He whispered being the first to say it. And she nods, "Me too. It hasn't been easy —" And before she has the chance to continue, the sound of a disruptive clearing throat stops them abruptly.

"May I?" Bellamy voices, there's a smile on his face but a threatening look to his eye. And Finn just nodded creating space between them not wanting to put up a fight.

"She's all yours."

Bellamy's eyes didn't leave his figure until he was gone and he was left with a hesitant Clarke. "I was fine." She defended as one hand reach around her waist and the other he hand. "I believe what you're trying to say is; Thank you, my knight in shining armor."

"Again, I was fine." She mutters bitterly. "I don't always need saving, Bellamy."

"Alright, my mistake." The playful manner in his voice quickly dissipates as he realizes Clarke's not amused by his jokes. She was annoyed, annoyed. Annoyed and confused and the two was not a good pair for her.

"I'm Sorry. I didn't know you actually wanted to dance with Collins." The apology is half assed, yet somehow she still accepts it.

"Maybe if you paid more attention to your date and not your fuck-buddy you would —"

"Whoa there — O pushed me to come rescue you, Princess. If it was up to me I would be over there next to my date." He explained without a moment to dwell making Clarke raise her eyebrows in unprecedented sarcasm. "Oh, you mean, your girlfriend?" She mocked.

Yet all he replies is with, "Labels are a funny thing, Princess." as he tightens his grip against her skin. At first they fight for dominance, making curt and abrupt movements across the dance floor, but eventually they reach a point of contention, balancing the simple act between them.

Clarke can't help but think this is way it should be. Her love life. Filled with desire and hot heated passion, not the safe, convenient relationship she grew accustomed to with Finn all those years. Her eyes grow, meeting Bellamy's.

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" She demanded suddenly gaining an excellent amount of confidence.

"Didn't think you'd mind, Princess —"

"Quit calling me that —"

"Never —"

"Bellamy…" She mumbled trying to make their conversation look at least civil.

"What?" He replied that smirk still ever present on his face as they spun across the dance floor. "So what was that thing with Collins all about?" He asks refusing to use his actual name. Clarke straightened her posture and then shrugged. "I'm not sure, actually…" She bit her lip attempting to decode their earlier moment but uncovers no further findings.

"He's got you pretty twisted, hu?"

"What's it to you?" She challenges, his sudden concern in her state clearly pissing her off.

"Just don't do anything you're going to regret." He smoothly state. And although the phrase doesn't seem like it, his words are so sincere and genuine she knows he's actually worried.

However she doesn't reply. There are no words to describe the her current state of mind. She was slightly drunk, sad, faced with this utterly empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. And there in the arms of whatever Bellamy was to her at the moment she found herself resting her head in the crook of his shoulder as they swayed to the remainder of the song.

But before she could slip away unnoticed at the end, he caught hold of her arm. A gentle but deeming hold, and whispered, "Meet me in the north elevator in ten minutes."

…

"Someone's a popular girl tonight." Octavia declares as she plops down beside her best friend with her natural teasing smile in tow. "Oh, I try." Clarke plays along. After the song she had taken her place back at the bridal table, coffee in hand. "I'm serious though," Octavia continued not letting the topic go although the look on Clarke's face was suggesting otherwise.

"Charming Bellamy's date, dancing with Finn…" She trailed on basically making a list. "You're just surpassing everyone tonight."

"I take it that you saw the Finn thing, huh?" Clarke questioned throwing the Blake a look for she knew exactly what was going to come out of her mouth. "I mean, who didn't see that?" She seemed intrigued and curious for her eyes widened. "Did he say anything?" Clarke just shrugged tracing the tip of her finger around the rim of her coffee, eyeing the wine before a few inches from her grasp.

"And we're talking about this at your engagement party because?"

But Octavia wasn't having it. "Because it's my day and my feet hurt from these heels so spill, Blondie." The Blake sister groaned rubbing her aching ankles making Clarke roll her eyes.

"You know, I talked to Lincoln about inviting him — we had a big debate and everything." She continued knowing she'd have to be the one to get the balling rolling. "I told him it was going to be awkward for you after… well everything — especially Halloween." And it worked for Clarke shook her head. "You didn't have to do that O, I'm capable of taking responsibility for my own actions."

"I know, but you're my best friend," She shrugs offering a sly face accompanied by a smile. "I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable or whatever."

"That's sweet." Clarke smiled trying to sell her confidence. "But I can handle Finn." She sighed, 'What I can't handle is your brother parading that girl on his arm like some show piece'. She wanted to voice but kept quiet.

"Octavia!" Lincoln called her from a distance to a group of people. The Blake sister groaned but forced a tight-lipped smile. "Go enjoy your party, O. We'll talk later." Clarke beamed at her, assuring she was truly okay. And before she could watch her best friend make her exit, her phone buzzed on the table top, grabbing her attention.

Ur late.

From Bellamy. She looked up, searching for the raven haired man but he was no where in sight although his date was in the corner chatting up a few of Lincoln's teammates. She could almost picture him patiently waiting for her in by the elevator and just the mere thought of that playful scowl on his face amused her.

Be right there.

There were a handful of guests wondering about from the grand hallway as she made her way down to the end where the north elevator was. She could see him from across the hall. His tall, black outline standing there facing the doors. In one hand two glasses, the other a bottle of wine.

She frowned but continued approaching him in curiosity. What is he up to? But there was no denying the faint-lipped smile on her face or the excitement drumming in her heart. "Bellamy." She addressed, now standing beside him.

"Clarke." He replied, playing with a devilish smile as he pressed the button.

Her eyes gestured to the bottle in his hands asking without really voicing the question. However, Bellamy just smiles back at her with that perplexing, insinuating smirk that he wore so well, until the elevator doors slid open before them and together they climbed in.

And as they wait patiently for the doors to open once more, Clarke comes to the simple conclusion that whatever Bellamy was up to, it couldn't be that bad considering there was a bottle of wine involved. And although the she dwells in the curiosity of it all, she chooses to let whatever was to happen, happen. And simply enjoy the process.

And just as the door dinged open, he turned to her, that same dating smirk and said, "now we might get in trouble for this…" before stepping out and offering his hand. Shellshocked, but not completely surprised by his sudden statement, Clarke shook her head, but took his hand as he led her down an industrial hallway.

"I probably should've told you to bring a coat…" He sighed dragging her along a flight of stairs.

This news alarmed her. "Wait, what?" But there was no time to answer as Bellamy swiftly unlocked a a door clearly marked in bold capital letters, EMPLOYEES ONLY. NO CLEARANCE. "I'm pretty sure that sign was indicted for people like us!" Clarke shouts in the midst of his rush. Why the hell did he always have to break the rules? "And I'm pretty sure having a key give us, clearance." He propped the door open on a brick as Clarke rolled her eyes.

However, all was forgotten the moment she stepped out into the open cold, her eyes parting from Bellamy's onto the sight before her. A panorama of Seattle's twinkling skyline opened up around her and even though the cold was piercing from the blowing wind, her eyes sparkled in its captivating reflection. Everything seemed so far away, so out of touch. Every problem, every integer of her calculated life, every uncontrollable aspect that made her spiraled before her just out of reach.

She smiled.

"Was this worth the mystery?" He questioned behind her. For a second, she had almost forgotten Bellamy's presence there even though it had only been a moment since she last heard his voice.

She turned back around to face him, smile spread across her face almost like never before. "I'll take that as a yes." He grinned thriving from her response as he took a sloppy aim at opening the bottle in his hands.

But as she watched the smile ran away from her face as the realization of tonights events dwelled upon her. And the sweet simple moment quickly faded before them.

"Why'd you bring me up here?" Her question came out harsh and delegated, something she didn't intend to happen, but did subconsciously anyway. She could almost feel the tentative anger rage through her, as she stood there waiting for a reply for he couldn't simply spend a whole evening attempting to ignore her then drag her out here for no purpose. Everything felt like a game to her, a game she didn't really like playing any more.

Bellamy hands her a glass asking himself the same question. There really wasn't a reason — he thought I'd be fun. He knew a guy who worked down in the lobby as him for a favor, and there they were.

He shrugs.

"You can't do that, you know." Clarke informs as a matter of fact accepting the glass. She calmed down a little with the time he provided in his silence and the realization that she simply doesn't want to be mad anymore. Not about tonight.

"Do what?"

But then he does something like that and she sighs, shaking her head. "Playing this stupid game today — "

"Whoa — "

"Come on, you mean to tell me calling Nina your girlfriend was no some sort of poly against me?" Clarke's quick to shoots back not wanting to hear any of his excuses she was sure would follow.

"Oh no, it was definitely a poly." Bellamy agreed, leaving enough time between his response as see the utter satisfaction run across the Blonds face. "Not against you, though." He takes a sip of the wine in his hands, completely pleased with himself as he watched her glum expression fall.

"Against who then — ?"

"I'm sorry, am I getting this right? Are you — is Clarke Griffin jealous?" He teases comply ignoring her pervious question.

"Please!" The Blond dives into her wine as a quick a point of exit, but Bellamy see's right through it. "I don't know," He shrugs, nudging her along. "I mean apart from dancing with your ex-fiancé, you were sitting at the corner of our table sulking the whole night…"

"Right. And there couldn't be any other explanation for my behavior other than you parading around that woman — and I was not sulking!" She scolds, attempting to defend herself even though she knows there's no use.

"Right." Bellamy exaggerated throwing another playful glare his way.

"I was not!" She brings the glass to her lips once against before noticing the sudden emptiness inside. "I need another." She mumbles sticking her glass out. "Do you, now?" Bellamy smirks, but complies for he doesn't want to drive her over the edge completely.

"A-And if I was,: She continues not wanting to lose this battle. "I was just as jealous as you were, when I brought Connor to Thanksgiving." She justifies, not meeting this gaze. "Oh, now that's just low…" He shakes his head in disappointment but there's not denying the smile on his face as they battle. "But okay, fine." He quickly restates finding an alternative way out. "Say, I was jealous." His declaration takes her by complete surprise for she simply wasn't ready to admit her part yet, and Bellamy knew this. She glared his way. "At least I can admit it." He teases watching as she turns away to view before them.

She shivers; a silhouette against the backdrop of the Seattle skyline. The wind blows through her skirt as she leans against the concrete railing not wanting to discuss this confrontation any further. He finally took it too far.

And as Bellamy approaches her, he sets the wine bottle down, sliding the sleeves of his blazer off. "The question is," He starts softly, gently sliding the jacket on top of her exposed shoulders. "what are we gonna do about it?"

She turns his way, lips pursed, ready to fire in defense. But they don't. He's close now, so close she can smell the intoxicating smell radiating off him. "I might have an idea." The tone in her voice is low and unsteady for she's unsure in her response.

"What's that?"

"You might not like it…"

"Try me." He challenges.

"Maybe we should get rid of the nonexclusive rule." She swallows because she knows there's no turning back now. She just hopes he doesn't make anything else out of what she really means. "Doesn't that defeat the purpose of friends-with-benefits?" He questions softly, wanting to cipher out exactly what she meant. He didn't want to miss a moment.

"No." Her voice falters, but her eyes meet his in determination. "Not really." She continues, attempting to rack her brain for any reason how it wouldn't. "It just means we're more careful." She quickly justifies ignoring her previous relentless behavior.

"But we're just friends."

"Of course." Clarke clarifies with a solid nod.

Bellamy smiles. "Alright. We can toast to that." He raises his glass. "To exclusiveness?" Clarke follows in suit.

"Why the hell not?"

…

"Thank god it's over." Octavia exhaled sharply as she slouched in the seat next to Clarke and Raven. The time stretched into the late hours of the night. The ballroom was nearly empty with the exception of the clean-up crew and a a few workers. "Why do you say it like that?" Clarke questioned fiddling around in her purse in search for her keys. "And where's Lincoln?" Raven questioned noticing they were the only guests left in the room.

"He's dropping his parents back to their hotel." She yawned, holding her pounding head. "And I say it like that because Lincoln's controlling parents didn't suspect a thing—"

"What do you mean?" Clarke stated in confusion for she had no idea what Octavia was talking about. "Oh nothing, just a Bellamy thing," She mumbled, kicking her shoes off in a exhale of relief. But one look on the girls' faces and Octavia knew she had to elaborate. "Let's just say that Lincoln's parents weren't a big fan of Bellamy when they first met him."

"Big shocker — what'd he do?" Raven chuckled, pouring herself one last drink. The Blake sister smiled. She didn't want to say anything, in fact, she promised her brother she wouldn't, but he'd put her though all the work tonight he was in no position to ask for favors. "Okay, I swore I wouldn't tell, but I just can't keep this to my self anymore," Octavia confessed as Raven and Clarke exchanged interested glances.

"Octavia, spill!" Raven nearly shouted in anticipation making them laugh.

"Okay, so last year when Bellamy had that thing — whatever it was, with Kathrine Banks, Lincoln told him they could use his parents cabin for the weekend. And in my brothers defense, Lincoln said his parents were gonna be home, so it wasn't completely his fault, although he probably could've handled t better…" She trailed off getting a little off topic before the girls brought her back to the subject at hand. "anyway, so Bellamy and Kat go, and of course my brother — being the man-whore he is, couldn't keep his pants on for two seconds and unfortunately Mr. and Mrs. Kekoa walked in on them," She sighed, stealing a sip of Raven drink. "In the kitchen."

Clarke's eye immediately popped as a grin appear on her face. "No…" She mumbled trying to refrain from laughing. "I wouldn't put it past him." Raven added, shaking her head.

"And that's how my idiot brother met his best friends parents — yep!" She rolled her eyes, but somehow still managed to smile in the wake of the story.

"Let's just say they didn't think much of him after that. And when Lincoln told his parents that his best man was going to be Bellamy they freaked their conservative brains out." Octavia continued to explain. "And you know, I might've slipped something about him being in a devoted relationship etc…" Octavia bite her lip in a guilt ridden expression.

"Oh my god, you what?" Clarke chuckled as the Blake sister hid her face, in the realization of how ridiculous that sounded.

"I swear, I didn't mean to — but they were just being so arrogant when they last called — and oh, 'is that brother of yours going to behave himself', god, I couldn't handle it so," She shrugs. "I sorta lied…"

"I can't believe you never told us!" Raven replied a little impressed the Blake was able to keep that secret for so long. "God, me either." Octavia shook her head as the three of them laughed. "I mean, I gotta give it to Bellamy for being a champ." She continued on.

"What do you mean?" Clarke questioned not really knowing what she meant.

"Clarke, I mean come on as much as I want it to happen, can you imagine Bellamy in a serious relationship?" She chuckled just at the thought. "I'm afraid she's not wrong, Blondie." Raven agreed. But Clarke just smiles, rolling her eyes playfully. "Mm, I don't think you give him enough credit." She replies knowing even though there was a hint of truth to Octavia's declaration there was always an outlier.

"I could." The Blond shrugs optimistically for she knew Bellamy definitely had relationship qualities in him.

"Yeah maybe," Raven agrees nodding her head encouragingly. "when pigs fly!" She teases and the table erupts in laugher.

…

Song(s): Devil Like Me - Rainbow Kitten Surpirse