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 - 344 words.

Chapter setting: This chapter canon AU. It is set when Clarke and Bellamy are children and are hanging out in the "after school room" (a place for all kids to hang out).

As I mentioned last time, this is the last chapter of this story!

Enjoy!

Tennis Balls

"Ouch!" Bellamy muttered, his hand flying to rub the back of his head. His eyes left the pages of Homer's Iliad and searched out for what caused his disturbance. Immediately, he figured out who was guilty. A younger girl stood a few feet away from his, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide.

"I'm sorry!" she gasped. Bellamy studied her. She wore her bright blonde hair in a braid that fell down her back and she had sparking blue eyes. Even though she looked too small to be his age, she looked more mature and confident than his sister.

"Uh. It's okay," Bellamy said lamely. He turned away from the girl, in search of what smacked him across his head. A black and white sphere was sitting in the corner of the recreation room, a few feet away from where he was sitting reading his book. What was that?

"Is that a tennis ball?" he asked. Behind him, he heard a boy stifle a laugh. He turned to look what was happening. To his horror, a young boy was laughing at him.

"A tennis ball?" he jeered. Bellamy felt himself frown. "You don't know what a soccer ball is!?" The young girl glared at him.

"Shut up, Wells," she snapped. "Don't listen to him," she told Bellamy. "He's just a sore loser." Bellamy smiled, reached down, and tossed her the soccer ball.

"Thanks," he said quietly. He reached down to pick his book back up, but stopped when he noticed the girl walking towards him.

"I'm Clarke Griffin," she said, sticking out her hand. Bellamy looked at it and raised his eyebrow. Clarke shrugged. "My dad told me it's polite to offer your hand to shake when you first meet a person."

"Oh." Bellamy put down his book and shook her hand. "In that case, I'm Bellamy Blake." Clarke tilted her head and chewed on her lip.

"I like you, Bellamy. I have a feeling we're going to be good friends."

And thus, a friendship was born – all thanks to a soccer ball.

And thus, the story ended.

Haha.

Anyways, thank you for reading! I had a blast writing this fic. It really gave me the opportunity to explore so many different settings and situations, which was a ton of fun.

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