Hi everyone.

I'm back! Guys I'm so sorry for the delay. Please forgive me!

Here is another flashback for you but it's rather short. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.

WARNING: Mentioning of drug use at the end!

~ Flashback ~

Thursday.

It was already late afternoon when Clarke pulled up in front of the apartment complex.

It wasn't the first time that she had pulled up in front of the plain, grey, old building and it sure as hell wasn't the last time; now that she was here to move in.

The boxes that piled up in the back of her car were surprisingly little. One should of thought that she owned more stuff than that, but she didn't. Sure, there were still some boxes in O's car but those just contained her books. Most of them school books, containing medical, biological or chemical content. But also a few art books, and some of her favourite classic novels.

Octavia had said that she was bringing the boxes over in two hours. So for now, all Clarke had was her clothes, which weren't much either, and some other belongings.

She wasn't a girl that needed much, though there were a lot of people – who new where she came from – that thought otherwise.

Unfortunately her new roommate, Anya, wasn't home at the moment. She had called Clarke the other day and apologized for not being able to help her move in. Fortunately, Anya had already given her the keys to the apartment, when the two of them had met two weeks ago. There had been a sudden death in her family and she was driving out of state to attend the funeral.

Clarke's heart ached for the stoic woman.

When she had met Anya for the first time, the other woman had scared Clarke but she soon had noticed that they shared the same humour and quickly became some sort of friends.

Anyway, that's the reason why Clarke had to move all her stuff alone and up to the fourth floor of her new apartment building.

She was stacked with two boxes and tried to go up the stairs without letting them drop. Clarke made it to the third floor before the upper box decided to fall down. The noise that erupted form that made someone in apartment 3B open the door and poking their head out.

"Clarke?"

At the sound of her name, Clarke who had just tried to stuff her things back into the box, turned around to see a familiar head with dark hair and friendly brown eyes.

"Monty!" she smiled at the Korean boy.

"Why didn't you tell me you were moving in today?" he scolded her while coming over and helping picking up her belongings.

"I didn't want to bother you." And it wasn't a lie. Monty had done already enough for her. He was the reason that she had found the apartment in the first place. Clarke did not want to bother the guy even more. They didn't know each other very long.

"Don't be stupid, Clarke. I offered you my help and you know it. Come on. This is what friends are for. Don't tell me we aren't friends Griffin." he exclaimed in mock hurt but Clarke could also see that part of him really was afraid of her saying they weren't friends.

Clarke sighed. She really did like Monty. He was on of the good ones, which was surprising, considering his back story. The poor guy had been tortured enough in his young life – literally.

So she hugged him and kissed his cheek, her way of thanking him for everything he'd done for her and he blushed.

"Sorry Griffin but I already have a girlfriend." Monty said and she laughed.

"Hey, what's going on?" another voice asked.

Both of them turned around to see another head poking out from 3B.

"Hey Jas," Monty said. "This is Clarke, she's Anya's new roommate. Clarke meet Jasper Jordan, my best friend since kindergarten."

"Are you crazy?" Jasper asked while joining them outside. "Anya is scary af!"

"'Af'?" Clarke asked confused.

"As fuck." Monty offered an explanation. Clarke nodded.

"So you're the one from the support group. Monty always talks about you. Nice to finally meet you." he offered her his hand.

Clarke was surprised. She looked at Monty who just smiled at her and then she understood and warmth spread through her body and she felt tears form in her eyes but she held them back. Instead a warm smile appeared on her face and she took the hand Jasper had offered her.

With Jasper, Clarke didn't need to lie when she talked about where she knew Monty from. He wasn't judging her or thinking she might be crazy for going to the group meetings. He didn't seem to care about that at all.

"Nice to meet you, too, Jasper. I've heard a lot about you, too."

"Ha!" he yelled, pointing a finger at his best friend. "I'm probably all you're talking about at the support group. I'm just that awesome."

Monty shook his head at his friend but Clarke saw him grinning and she laughed.

The boys both offered her their help again and between the three of them they managed to bring all her boxes upstairs rather quickly.

Those two were crazy, Clarke quickly came to this conclusion. Most of the time they talked about things that they have blown up once – making her laugh.

At one point that evening, Octavia called and said that she couldn't make it and that she would come over the next day, but Clarke didn't care. She spent the rest of the day with the two goofballs from the apartment downstairs and they also invited her for dinner, promising Monty would cook one of his mom's Korean dishes.

They ate and laughed some more and at one point Jasper even lit a joint (they were growing their own weed) and they got high together and Clarke had fun.

It quickly became a tradition.

This flashback played three years ago when Clarke was 23.

Thank y'all so much for reading. Tell me what you think.

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-Kat xx