Chapter 11 – Kissing in the Blue Dark
Title taken from the lyric "kissing in the blue dark, playing pool and wild darts, video games" by Lana Del Rey cause Mario Kart is life and at least that title's a lil romantic.
Bellamy
Bellamy woke groggily to the sound of his phone ringing. Memories from the previous night came flooding back, tripping him up and smacking him full force in the face. He'd kissed Clarke Griffin. He's fucking kissed Clarke Griffin! The biggest motherfucking grin appeared on his face as he remembered the way his lips perfectly melted into hers. He heard the phone again and reached over, and grabbed the machine that was blasting Clarke's voice singing about pizza. She'd changed it a few weeks back while Bellamy had attempted to cook Octavia homemade pizza.
"'Lo" he said, his voice coated in sleep.
"Uh, I need your help." Clarke voice was laced in amusement with a slight edge of worry, and he tried to ignore the plummet in his stomach that her voice produced.
"Princess." He greeted in a casual drawl, although he was internally screaming. "What's up?"
"Well, the party doesn't start for another six hours, and by the way, it was supposed to be in your apartment, but Octavia is currently spraying my walls with fake blood while Raven puts up fake spider webs. My mum just called, she'll be round in an hour."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I need your help."
"I'm on my way." He said, and waited for her to hang up first, she didn't. "Princess?" he said into the phone.
"Yep?" she popped the 'p'.
"We should probably talk. You know. About what happened." He said quietly.
"Probably." She repeated, and hung up the phone. Bellamy groaned, and got out of bed, pulling on a fresh pair of boxers, a new t shirt and a pair of black jeans. He grabbed his phone and his keys and started for Clarke's apartment.
He knocked once, before opening the door and walking into the living room. Octavia stood covered in bloody clothes, holding a bag full of fluff, while Raven stood on ladders, pinning the fluff to the walls and adding black fake spiders when Octavia thought it was necessary. Bellamy just laughed, walking into the kitchen and grabbing an apple, chomping down on it, watching the girls argue. Clarke was right, she needed his help.
"Where's Clarke?" he asked around a mouthful of food, interrupting their argument about whether or not the webs should also be covered in blood. There was no point even attempting to talk them out of it, the party was happening here now.
"Her room I think." Raven replied, barely even noticing he was in the room. "And stop grinning like that, it was only one kiss."
"She told you?!" Bellamy burst out, mouth open with shock.
"No. She's grinning like that too, so I put two and two together." Raven told him, climbing down the ladder, Octavia helping her.
"And I knew you weren't that much of a slut that you'd sleep with her." Octavia chirped in. "Although it did cross Raven's mind, I set her straight."
"Uh, thanks?" Bellamy started walking backwards awkwardly. "Well." he pointed to Clarke's bedroom, opening the door and slipping through. He couldn't ignore their hoots of laughter.
He found Clarke lying on her bed, looking up to the ceiling, hands on her head, absolutely stressing. He walked into the room, trying to stop the thunderous feelings in the pit of his stomach. He went to put the half eaten apple on her bedside table.
"Don't. You. Dare." She warned, trying to hide a smile. Bellamy chuckled and put it there anyway, rolling onto the bed and lying beside her. He tried to forget about what happened on that exact bed the previous night.
"So. Why don't you tell your mum to meet you at the coffee shop?"
"I did. She said that she wanted to just have coffee here. See what we've done with the place or something."
"Tell her Raven doesn't want her here."
"She wouldn't believe me, Raven is the one who answered the phone and said it would be okay."
"Tell her you're studying today."
"I study every day."
"Ask her if Wells wants to come along."
"Wells and Sasha are visiting her parents this weekend."
"Why don't you-"
"Oh no, Bellamy don't you see! I'm screwed!" Clarke cried out, rolling over and placing her head on Bellamy's shoulder dramatically. He wrapped his arms around her automatically and laughed.
"No you're not. You've got to face her eventually. Come on, princess, get up. Put on some fresh clothes cause as much as I find that shorts and t-shirt pyjama look hot, I'm not too sure Madam Griffin will appreciate it." Clarke laughed and rolled off Bellamy, grabbing clothes out of her dresser and sticking her tongue out.
"Be right back."
They decided in the end that they'd ask Clarke's mum to meet them in Bellamy's apartment, lying to her and saying that Raven had gotten a migraine. He watched Clarke fidget anxiously on his couch, her leg bouncing up and down, her eyes vacant and glazed over with worry. The silence between them was predominant, it was all Bellamy could focus until her mother came to the door. The doorbell startled Clarke, and she whipped her head to look at him, seeking reassurance with no words. He winked.
Bellamy walked over to the door, opening it with an almighty smile.
"Hello Ms. Grif-" He stopped right in his tracks, noticing that Clarke's mum wasn't alone.
"Hello. You must be Clarke's friend. It's Bellamy right?" Her smile looked anxious, almost mirroring Clarke's. Bellamy looked cautiously to the man standing beside Abby, before he responded, flashing a brilliant smile.
"Yes, absolutely. Bellamy Blake. Come in Ms. Griffin, Clarke is though here."
"Oh, please." She laughed, but it sounded far too casual, like she was trying hard. "Call me Abby."
"Come in Abby." He laughed, opening the door wider and moving aside to let her in. The man behind her didn't say anything. He looked cautious, like he was analysing the situation that was unfolding around him. He nodded at Bellamy, a little smile on his face, following behind Abby.
"Clarke!" He heard her mother exclaim loudly. He entered the living room, watching the two women embrace, while the strange man smiled in a comforting way. When they pulled apart, he saw Clarke's eyes widen in surprise.
"Oh. Kane is here." He could hear the disappointment in her voice. Kane. Now where had he heard that name again? Shit. It was her father's best friend. The one her mother was dating.
"Clarkey!" He shouted affectionately, grabbing her in a bear hug and crushing her in a tight embrace. "How's my favourite girl in the world doing, eh?" he said, letting go and ruffling her hair. He smiled half-heartedly. Bellamy bit his tongue.
"Good. Just really, really busy with school." She told him. Bellamy saw straight through her. It was a hint. She didn't want this man to stay long.
"Well you can't be so busy that you can't see your whole family, right?" He spoke slowly, looking at Clarke carefully. Bellamy didn't like it. It was like he warning Clarke to be nice to her mum.
"Right." She agreed, then looked over to Bellamy. "Bell, let's make a pot of tea."
Bellamy wasn't going to lie: the visit was awkward. The conversations were easy, all small talk until it wasn't and he was listening to a lecture about how she had to stick in school and how she shouldn't focus to much on her art project and how it was ridiculous of her to have broken her hand as it put her a few weeks back in practical and how Finn was such a lovely young man and how sad they were to hear it was over. Then, of course, Bellamy's interrogation began.
"So, how long have you two been friends?"
"What do you want to do with your life Bellamy?"
"Do you really have any time if you're looking after your little sister? The one who stole your keys?"
Every question was a demand, every syllable of their words laced in uncertainty, trying their hardest to make him feel small. He bit his tongue and clenched his knuckles when they talked about Octavia.
"Mum, Kane, enough!" Everyone looked to Clarke in astonishment. "Bellamy is brilliant, enough with the questions. And Octavia is one of my best friends. This guy right here is going to be a constant in my life whether you like it or not! Now, why don't you tell my while you're really here?" Bellamy tried his hardest not to laugh at her outburst, but the words she said made it hard for him not to grab her and kiss her right there in front of her family. This guy right here is going to be a constant in my life whether you like it or not! But, yeah, that probably wouldn't have went down well.
Abby sat tighter, her lips pursed tightly.
"Clarke." She said slowly. "I think you should apologise for your outburst."
"No." Clarke said clearly. Bellamy felt his heart swell with pride.
"Look, Abby, lets just tell her. She has the right to know."
"The right to know what?" Abby placed her empty mug on the coffee table slowly, stalling the question. "Mum."
"Marcus and I are getting married."
It didn't go down well. In fact, it didn't really even go down at all.
"So Bellamy and I are hosting a Halloween party tonight in our apartment down stairs so we need to go and get changed, people will be arriving within the next three hours and I really don't want to be late to my own party. They'll be a lot of alcohol, and probably someone will throw up in the sink and of course someone is gonna kiss someone and woah, it's gonna be insane. So, it was nice seeing you, maybe catch you later, yeah?" And with that she stood up, grabbed his costume from his bedroom, and left his apartment with a slam of the door. He had to awkwardly see them out, telling them he was sorry and he'd try and get Clarke to phone. Abby just smiled sadly and left, lacing her hand with Marcus', who he saw gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Two hours later, and there they were in her bedroom blasting Deaf Havana with Clarke painting his face like Jack the skeleton.
"Oh, come on I look like an idiot!" He complained, laughing.
"May I remind you that this was your idea?" She laughed back, sitting down on the bed and gently tilting his face up.
They hadn't spoken about the news her mother hit her with yet. Nor had they talked about the kiss. And with Clarke breathing so close to his face and being so near him while applying the fact paint, he found it really difficult to concentrate. But they trundled along. When Clarke had finished both their makeup and they'd put on their costumes, they both stood in front of the large mirror. Bellamy immediately barked out a laugh.
They looked absolutely ridiculous. But they looked absolutely amazing. Bellamy wore the striped suit which fit him horrendously and black converse. His hair was gelled back, his face and neck painted white and his eyes black like Jack Skellington' up over his eyebrows. His lips were black, and the makeup Clarke added made it look like they'd been stitched. Clarke on the other hand wore a patchy long dress and had painted her face neck and arms a pale green colour. Her blonde hair was tucked into a bright red wig, her eyelashes long and animated. Across her face she'd drawn on stitches and she couldn't stop laughing at their reflections. Clarke grabbed his phone off her bed and clicked on the camera. He groaned, covering his face.
"Come on, suck it up Blake and smile." He rolled his eyes, but did anyway, coining a hand around her waist and smiling at the camera. They took a few serious ones of them in "character", and loads of goofy ones too. But not after long, they heard the low boom of music flowing from under the door, and the sound of laughter.
"Come on." Clarke said, standing up and leaving her bedroom, lost in the swarm of people.
Bellamy usually loved parties, he was the life of them all. He was that idiot on a night out who almost kills themselves trying to walk in a straight line. But for some reason, he wasn't really feeling it that night. The music was too loud, the amount of people too suffocating, the alcohol in his cup cheap and gross. He just couldn't be bothered. He tried to look for his sister in the crowd, she would make him laugh surely, or Clarke. Octavia was in the kitchen leaning against the fridge, looking up into the eyes of an older guy. He was tall, and massively built and smiling and laughing and leaning in. Uh, hell no.
"Oi!" Bellamy shouted, and his sister looked over in surprise, her eyes flashing like a deer caught in the headlights of a passing car. The guy turned, smiling.
"Hey! You must be Bellamy right? Octavia's brother?" The guy was about the same height as him with brown eyes and a slight nervous smile on his face. Bellamy ignored his outstretched hand, only nodding.
"Octavia, where is Clarke?" He asked, not looking at the guy.
"Bell, don't be so rude!" Octavia scolded, standing in front of her friend. Bellamy rolled his eyes. "This is Lincoln. I invited him here."
"Well, sorry mate, I'm uninviting you. Leave."
"You cannot be serious Bell." Octavia glared at him venomously. "This isn't even your house."
"You're right. Where is Clarke?"
"Clarke actually said I could come. She was the one who invited me in the first place." The Lincoln guy said unhelpfully. Octavia had the right to look nervous.
"Look. I don't like that you're hanging around my sister and I won't make that any more clear. And I know my sister better than you ever will, she won't let you leave, so fine. But if one of you doesn't tell me where Clarke is in the next few seconds, so help me God-" He was cut off by Raven bolting into the kitchen.
"Bellamy! BELLAMY!" She shouted, basically slamming into him.
"What?!" he shouted back, completely confused.
"Finn is here!" She half whispered half shouted. Bellamy went ridged.
"Where?" he demanded, leaving the kitchen.
Finn wasn't difficult to find. He was drunk, that much was obvious. He wore space suit and held a helmet, his dark hair long and messy. People around him looked confused, some were laughing at the sight of him. He did look pretty pathetic. I mean, he was begging Clarke to take him back, apologising over and over. Clarke looked more bored than anything.
"You!" Bellamy spat at him, grabbing Clarke's gently and putting her behind him.
"Uh, no way." She said, standing beside him.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Finn. It's a real shame that you cheated on me with my roommate. A real bummer right? Well unfortunately for you, I'm actually seeing someone right now." Bellamy's heart plummeted. What? Finn's face dropped.
"Who?" he challenged. Clarke just laughed and looked up at Bellamy. He frowned, and she gave him a pointed stare.
"We've been keeping it on the down low," she said, snaking her arm around his waist. "But I suppose our costumes gave us away, huh Jack?" she laughed and Bellamy finally caught on. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.
"…For it is plain as anyone could see, we're simply meant to be." Bellamy quoted from the film, Clarke bit back a laugh.
"Oh, Bellamy, you're the butter to my bread."
"The strawberry to my jam."
"He's simply the apple of my eye." She told Finn. Monty and Miller were trying not to laugh and Raven was hooting in the corner. Finn looked pissed.
"Are you's actually out, or are you just trying to piss me off? Cause this isn't funny."
"No. I'll tell you what isn't funny, Finn Collins. It's not funny to cheat on someone, date their friend and try to get away with it, call me horrendous names, basically implying I was a slut to sleep with you after we dated for years then come spiralling into our lives again, ruining a perfectly good party. So piss off. No one wants you here."
Before Finn could get a word in, Bellamy had him by the scruff of the neck, dragging him out of the apartment.
"Bell, wait!" He heard behind him, and stopped. Raven joined him, grinning like she'd just won the lottery, and slapped Finn so hard in the face it made an ear-splitting SNAP. Finn looked astounded, and Bellamy laughed. When he threw him not so gently out of the apartment, Finn rounded on him.
"You know what? You and I aren't all that different. I've fucked Raven, and so have you. I've fucked Clarke loads of times, and so have you. So we probably have a lot more in common than you think. I mean-" He didn't get to finish. Bellamy grabbed him by the collar of his suit, slamming him against the staircase's railings.
"What did I tell you would happen if I ever saw you again?" He spoke low, pronouncing every syllable. The door opened behind him, and Clarke walked out.
"Is your dorm open? I wanna grab the wii."
"Yeah, go on up." Bellamy replied, never taking his eyes off Finn. Finn watched her walk up the stairs.
"I know her. I know what she's like. She's too much work, you're better getting out of it now."
"Is that why you keep begging for her to take you back?"
"She helps pass the time." Finn spat at him, Bellamy pushed him against the railing again.
"Look. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to pick up that helmet of yours off the ground and walk out of that building, and never look back. If I so much as hear your name again, let alone accidentally bump into you…" Bellamy burst out laughing. "Well. Let's just say I wouldn't want to be you when that happens. You're one of the vilest creatures to walk this planet. You had Clarke, and she loved you and you fucked her over. You had Raven and she is one of the fiercest and loyal people I've ever had the pleasure to stumble across, and you fucked her about too. You are going to leave. And you're going to wish you never see me again."
"You know, you keep saying that Bellamy, yet you're all talk. Same threats, same warnings, same old story. 'I'm going to be sorry'?" Just then the door opened again, and Lincoln walked out. He patted Bellamy on the back in greeting.
"I think you better go, mate." He said to Finn, who was laughing.
"Or what?" Bellamy suddenly felt himself getting thrown back. And, in absolute bewilderment, watched with his own eyes Lincoln throw Finn over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and start walking down the stairs. Finn was trashing around, cursing violently, but he was barely heard over the roaring belts of Bellamy's laughter.
The apartment door swung open, and guests rushed to the railing and watched Finn being carried away. Some people filmed it, some followed Lincoln and opened the building door, and others were buckled over. When Finn was disposed of, he walked back up the stairs and faced Bellamy, who was bright red in the face from laughing so hard.
"Or I'm going to embarrass you." He told Bellamy who laughed again, shaking his hand.
"It's nice to meet you." He told Lincoln, who laughed shyly.
A few hours later, after the showdown that happened in the hall, he couldn't find Clarke anywhere. He knocked on her bedroom door and heard no answer, but walked in anyway. Sitting with her back against her bed, a wii remote in her hand in the darkness was the very girl herself. Her wig had been taken off, her blonde hair falling out of the messy bun.
"Hey princess," he said, taking off his suit jacket and sitting beside her on the floor. She paused the game and looked at him carefully, her eyes glassed over with fatigue. "What brings you here?" he asked, gesturing to his wii that was plugged into her old T.V.
"My mother is marrying my godfather and my ex-boyfriend is an idiot and I don't know if we're still friends." She said quietly. The room was dark apart from the soft glow coming from the T.V, and Bellamy couldn't help but notice how close they were sitting.
"Why wouldn't we still be friends?" he whispered back. She just sighed, and handed him the other controller.
"Wanna play Mario Kart?" she asked, a glint in her eyes.
"Bellamy Blake stop cheating!" Clarke shouted for the tenth time as Bellamy overtook her.
"I'm NOT." He shouted back, "You just suck at this game." He joked. He was Yoshi, of course and he made Clarke go as Princess Peach for "good luck".
"UGH. I give up." Clarke huffed, discarding her controller as Bellamy raced over the finish line, winning, for the hundredth time.
"Ha ha, admit it, I'm so much better at this game than you." He teased, tossing his remote aside.
"Never," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I won every race."
"It was a coincidence." She argued.
"I'm the Mario Kart king." He argued back.
"You wish." She scoffed.
"Don't have to." He winked when she pushed him playfully with her arm.
They sat in silence for a while, their shoulders touching as they sat on the floor, leaning against her bed.
"Hey, Clarke?" he whispered, fiddling with the blanket they had spread over their legs.
"Mmh." She replied, her voice coated with fatigue.
"What did you mean earlier?" he heard her sigh.
"It doesn't matter, Bell."
"It does. Please tell me." He said softly, looking her. She stared at the wall.
"If I tell you, then everything is different." She spoke so quiet he could barely hear.
"Then I want everything to be different, Clarke. I don't want secrets between us. Look, if you want to forget last night never happened then fine, I won't be thrilled, but I'll respect your decision, okay? Does that make it easier for you? Do you want me to forget?" She nodded once, her shoulder slumped and heavy. Bellamy expected to feel like shit, to feel his stomach dip with sadness, but as he watched her, he knew. "Look at me. Tell me you want to forget." She looked over, into his eyes, their faces inches apart.
"I want to forget." She whispered but the lie was obvious enough. He knew her too well. Instead of replying, he pressed his lips against hers.
She sighed against his mouth, responding immediately and coiling her hands through the thick folds of his hair. Bellamy pulled her closer, before lowering her onto the floor. They kissed passionately, Bellamy's hands wandering down her body, settling on her waist. He broke away from her mouth to kiss down her neck, pushing the material aside for better access. Clarke moaned, running her nails down his back, her breath hitching when his hand slid underneath her dress. Clarke pulled at his collar, bringing his lips flush against hers again, tasting mint on his tongue. His hand trailed up over her thighs, his fingers biting into her hips as she popped the first few buttons of his shirt. He broke away from the kiss, eyes locked with hers as she slowly worked her way down, peeling the shirt off his body, exposing his toned chest. And it was just in that moment, the moment where Bellamy looked at her with a heated stare, that Raven thought was the perfect time to burst open her door with a drunken squeal.
"Clarke! Jasper and Monty- OH MY GOD MY EYES!"
Hellooo!
That's the next chapter, yaaaas. As many of you might have guessed, I am utterly and completely awful at writing saucy scenes. So bad in fact, I asked my friend for some help. Here are some of her very insightful and profound ideas she texted to me:
"He should bone her from behind" (cause he's a skeleton, get it?:D)
"He gotta eat the booty like they're groceries"
"His hand should move to the boobie, then he gives her a facial"
"He licked her entire face whilst she moaned his name slowly into his eye hole. Then he came."
"and when he came, he looked her dead in the eye, slowly moved his head to hers and whispered 'itsa me Mario'"
And when I finally showed her the scene she said "Its saucy, but not messy, like good pasta"
On a more serious note, I just wanted to say a massive thank you for all the lovely PM's I got of people in regards to my previous message, there are now words, you are all too kind.
I think some people are liking this story, although it is pretty cliché and shit, soz.
Next update hopefully some point next week!
Keep leaving reviews, they help so much!
Ps. I know they are loads of mistakes and typos but oh well .. :D
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