Note: The first two drabbles were written and entered for the Bellarke Fanfiction Tumblr blog's September Flash Fic contest. From chapter 3 and on, those drabbles were written for fun, based around the same conditions (Bellarke centric, under 300 words, and focus on soccer).

This chapter is a little longer than my limit - 380 words.

As I requested last chapter, some people sent in some prompts/requests! This is written for two people, actually! The first prompt was given by Beth47 on ffnet, requesting a fic with some of the other delinquents (this fic includes a bit of Murphy and Raven - probably not enough of them, but I still hope you enjoy it). The second prompt was given by BellLupin22 on AO3 - they suggested I write a first "I love you"!

Chapter setting: This chapter is another modern AU. Clarke and Bellamy are seniors at Arkadia High School.

Chapter summary:Clarke and Bellamy are seniors at Arkadia High School. They've both been crushing on each other for ages, but don't have the courage to admit it. What happens when their friends attempt to remedy this situation before graduation? Let's just say they'll need a little help from the school's soccer storage closet.

Enjoy!


In Storage


"Hey!" Clarke shouted as Raven roughly shoved her from behind. As she was leaning over, she tumbled forward, rolling right into the soccer storage room at Arkadia High. Immediately, the door was shut behind her. Clarke growled, got up from the floor, and dusted off her pants. She reached for the doorknob, but it didn't budge when she tried to turn it. "What the hell?"

"Goddamn it, Bellamy!" Murphy snarled. Abruptly, the door opened and a beam of light flooded the room. Clarke shielded her eyes for a moment, but got the wind knocked out of her when a warm body hit hers. She went tumbling back down to the floor, someone else on top of her. The door slammed shut again.

"Hi."

Clarke's heart jumped out of her chest. At the moment her eyes readjusted to the light, he spoke.

Bellamy Blake.

Oh god, Bellamy Blake was on top of her, in the storage room.

She felt a mix of dread and joy. She wanted to be alone with this boy for a long time. She had been crushing on him for the last several months.

"Oh. Hi," she responded lamely. They both climbed up from the floor. The storage room was very small, leaving very little space for them. She could practically feel his body heat radiating off of him. "God, it smells rancid in here." Bellamy crunched up his nose.

"No shit. Why did they pick this place to shove us into and lock the damn door?!" he snarled, banging his fist on the door. A burst of giggles came from the other side. He sighed and turned to the blonde standing mere inches away from him. A small smile lifted the corners of his lips. "Looking to you, princess. What are we going to do?"

"I have an idea," she said with a small smile. She took a step forward.

"Oh yeah?" Through the darkness, she could see his lips quirk up. She could feel him take a step forward. "What's that?"

"This."

Then, her lips were upon his. His arms wrapped around her, closing the tiny distance between them.

"God, I love you," he muttered against her lips. She smiled softly.

Clarke never loved the rancid smelling room more than she did in that moment.


I hope you enjoyed this!

Just to mention a few things. While writing, I felt like the ending was rushed. I don't know if you guys have that same opinion... Anyways, to explain this, I just wanted to let you guys know what was going through my head.

I had the backstory of them having a slow burn. They've been crushing on each other for the past year and a bit. They've been flirting forever. Bellamy has been working up the courage to say something to Clarke, but he doesn't want to ruin their friendship… Finally, this kiss allows Bellamy to admit his love for Clarke and vice-versa.

Anyways, with this backstory, I hope you guys don't feel like his "I love you" was rushed!