Octavia started the truck waiting for Clarke to make her way across the yard. It was still dark, you could see the steam from the two travel cups of coffee in the dashboard light. Clarke opened the door and hopped in.
"Did you leave a note for Bellamy?" Clarke asked,
"More like specific instructions" Octavia smiled. They rode in silence enjoying their coffee and the peaceful views of the sun starting to crawl along the land. Octavia looked over at Clarke who was staring out her window,
"So spill it, whats the deal with you and Bell?" she asked bluntly.
"Nothing like beating around the bush, nothing that I know of, aside from him being his idiot self" Clarke replied.
"So you didn't almost kiss him, I didn't see that?" she inquired.
"Alright, so, blame it on the wine. He was at the right place at the right time."
"So if he wasn't there you would have given that attention to Emerson?" Clarke chewed her fingernails on silence.
"Clarke?" Octavia pryed.
"Alright so no, part of me wanted to kiss your brother, part of me always has, thankfully the other part of me has control and refuses to be a conquest in the world of the rodeo star." Clarke replied sipping her coffee.
"Now that we covered that, what happens now?"
"Nothing, we carry on as normal"
"You think Bellamy is going to carry on as normal."
"I don't see why not, it's not like anything happened." Clarke replied.
"Right, nothing happened, and the visit at your house was innocent as well I presume, so carry on as usual" Octavia commented.
"What is that?"
"What?"
"That tone, what is that?" Clarke said looking at her.
"Clarke he obviously likes you, he doesn't let anyone lay across him like that" Octavia stated.
"He was giving me an exit from Emerson" She replied.
"Yup from your chair to his lap, perfect solution" she laughed shaking her head.
"You know you are awfully judgmental for this hour of the morning" Clarke observed, causing Octavia to laugh again.
"We could call Miller" Octavia offered.
"No thanks, one of you before coffee is proving to be a challenge" Clarke mumbled leaning against her window.
...
"Alright, Alright" Bellamy answered the whinnying and stomping horses as he scooped grain into the buckets. He made his way down the line of stalls hooking buckets on the walls. He never understood his sister and Clarke's attraction to Tennessee Walker's, he liked the big horses, the Belgians and Percherons. Yet here he stood in a barn full of Tennessee Walkers, there was an empty stall at the end though, one he thought would be perfect for a draft horse. He was part owner now, that meant he could surely make a purchase and fill that stall, after he finished chores of course. Part owner yes, but also partial to living and didn't need Clarke and Octavia on the war path after him over chores.
He took the tractor and dropped a round bale over the fence to the bulls, the one bull moved to the bale to eat. The other one watched him move around skeptical and obviously ready if the tractor decided to attack. He parked the tractor hoping down.
"Trouble, that's what you are, any rider could see that from a mile away" Bellamy spoke to the bull.
"You said it, not me" Miller's voice came from behind the equipment.
"Very funny, I was talking to him." Bellamy said motioning to the animal.
"Hey, if the shoe fits" Miller laughed receiving a grunt from Bellamy and the Bull.
"Tough crowd this morning" Miller stated with a smirk. He helped Bellamy finish up chores.
"Lunch on me, want to head to the diner?"Miller asked.
"Sure, I hear you and Harper are a thing?" Bellamy inquired.
"Yeah, we are seeing each other, so on the same topic, whats with you and Clarke?" he asked
"I knew that was coming." he chuckled.
"So that means you are prepared to answer right? seeing as it was a predictable question?" Miller asked getting in the truck. Bellamy hopped up into the passenger seat.
"Nothing, there is nothing there" he stated.
"So she can date Emerson? I know she kind of likes him, when I talked to her last night she said there is a possibility it could work." Miller stated pulling out of the driveway.
"She said what?" he asked.
"Said she could see it working."
"There's no way she said that, she could do so much better, he can't take a hint obviously" Bellamy rambled adjusting the seat. He turned to look at Miller who grew silent. He drove wearing a smirk.
"What?"
"I can see there is nothing there." he replied dryly.
"I'm protective of her, in a brotherly way" he started.
"I hear she sleeps in your shirts, shes got killer legs" Miller stated looking to him. He could see Bellamy clench his teeth, setting his jaw tightly.
"Miller, leave it be." he growled.
"You forget Bellamy, we've rolled in the dirt many times, you don't scare me, just admit it, you got a thing for her" he teased.
"She's hot, I wouldn't turn her down" he stated.
"You wouldn't walk away from her either, she's not the roll in the hay type, I know you better then you think" Miller stated.
"Alright, enough, what about lunch?"
"The diner or the bar?"
"Let's do the bar, no girls with us today" Bellamy stated.
Miller pulled alongside the curb, putting the truck in park.
They both got our and entered the small bar, Dax and a few others occupied the bar.
"Bellamy, Miller" Dax greeted. The guys nodded a greeting, taking a seat at the other end. They placed orders fr burgers and beer and talked quietly among themselves.
"So Blake, hows the partnership going?" Dax asked from across the bar.
"Good" Bellamy replied.
"Yeah, you must have put that bitch in line huh?" he asked with a laugh. Miller set his beer down. He could feel the tension in the air.
"I told you once, I'll stand for a lot, but you won't talk about her like that" Bellamy replied with a strong but calm tone to his voice.
"Seriously, she's not here, what you tapping that?" he asked. Bellamy shot him a look.
"Dax enough, I'm not holding him back" Miller stated.
"I just asked a question, you tapping that?" he replied. Bellamy stood making his way along the bar. He grabbed Dax by the collar of the shirt forcing him to stand.
"I'm gonna say this once, so I suggest you listen. You treat her and speak of her with respect or we will have a problem. And if you ever think about laying a hand on her again you will not be as fortunate as last time. " Bellamy spoke through clenched teeth. He shoved him back into his seat before he turned and headed back to his own seat.
"It's nothing huh?" Miller laughed taking a swig of his beer.
"Shut up" Bellamy snapped following suit.
