Drabble feat. Bellarke based on this Tumblr prompt: "i'm drunk on public transport and you're high and we both keep looking at each other knowingly au"

It had been a long night out with Raven. Clarke's best friend and roommate had dragged her out to a bar, because it was the end of finals and in Raven's words, "WE'RE PARTYING TONIGHT!" And they did. Shots and drinks and dancing, they celebrated until the early hours of the morning.

Needless to say, it was now three am; Clarke's feet hurt from dancing so much and she more than a little tipsy. She was waiting alone at the metro stop, to head back to her apartment. Raven had left with her boyfriend Wick, who they'd met up with at the bar earlier that night. Though Clarke had a good time out with her friends, she wanted nothing more right now than to crawl into her bed and sleep for two days straight.

Finally the metro arrived, and came to a screeching stop in front of her. Stumbling a little onto the metro, she took a seat in the near empty train-car. Glancing up, Clarke noticed she'd fallen into the seat across from possibly the hottest guy she'd ever seen. Short and dark curly hair was hidden beneath a black beanie, tan skin was covered in a perfect amount of freckles with a tattoo poking out on his left arm from underneath the short sleeve of his gray t-shirt, and warm dark brown eyes glanced back at her. Brown eyes, she noticed, that were bloodshot?

The guy smiled at her and chuckled quietly under his breath. Clarke grinned and laughed quietly as well. Oh shit, he is so high, Clarke thought. For some reason this seemed funny to her, in her drunken state, and she giggled a bit louder. He glanced back at her knowingly and smirked.

Their little game went on for a few stops. They kept glancing at each other, trying not to laugh too hard, smiling at each other, knowing full well that neither of them were sober.

A few stops before hers, Clarke impulsively decided it was time to introduce herself. She stood up, walked over to the guy and sat down next to him. The guy chuckled and turned to face her, "What can I do for you Princess?" he asked in a low, deep voice.

"Princess? Really? Ha! No, it's Clarke, and you are?" she replied.

"Bellamy. I don't know Clarke, from where I'm sitting you look like a goddamn princess or some shit. You know you're kind of stunning, right?" Bellamy said, his filter seeming turned off because of the weed he'd smoked not long ago. Bellamy was definitely not a hardcore stoner, but every once in a while, it was nice to turn his brain off for a bit.

Glancing down, unsure of how to take in Bellamy's earnest words, Clarke laughed, "Well thank you Bellamy, that's very nice of you to say. You know you're not so bad yourself." she said, grinning.

Raising an eyebrow, Bellamy replied, "Really? Hm. Glad to know it's not one-sided then."

Clarke laughed out loud this time, "No it's definitely, not. Listen my stop is coming up, but what do you say we meet up when we're both a little more sober. Here-" Clarke scribbled her number on a scrap piece of paper from her clutch and handed it to him, "if you want to grab coffee or something, call me," she said getting up from her seat as the metro slowed to a stop.

As she walked off the train, she glanced back one last time at Bellamy over her shoulder, who was grinning at her in return, "It was very nice to meet you Clarke!" Bellamy shouted at her as she walked away.

Clarke grinned to herself as she walked to her apartment. Even if she never heard from Bellamy again, it'd be a funny story to tell Raven later.

Clarke woke from a deep sleep when her cell phone chimed, indicating she had a new message. Reaching for her phone in her half-awake state, she saw that it was already one p.m. The message was from a number she didn't recognize and didn't have saved in her phone. Opening the message, she read Hey Princess, it's possible you don't remember giving me you number, but I figured I'd try anyway. Don't know about you but I could use some coffee after that long night..

Remembering who she met last night and who the message was from, she replied, Of course I remember Bellamy, and yes on one condition: we're both sober this time. Lol.