A/N I couldn't resist Octavia's POV. Made me laugh. Reviews?
Octavia
Octavia notes a car like Clarke's parked near their house but dismisses it as coincidence as she hauls herself out of her Focus, carefully. She hasn't puked yet, but Octavia could tell it wasn't far off as she shuffles towards the house.
Despite her protests that she was fine, Indra still sent her home early saying, that the green colour of Octavia's face was turning the customers off their lunches.
Opening the front door, Octavia stops short at the sight in front of her. Her gaze travels around the room, from the woman's trench coat on the floor next to one of Bellamy's t-shirts, to the sheer red lace bra hanging off the back of the couch, to the matching panties lying across a couch cushion near the coffee table.
Octavia's eyebrows rise, and a smirk starts at the obviousness that her brother has a visitor. She just hopes it isn't that bitch, Echo giggling on the other side of the shower door. Octavia chuckles as she kicks Bellamy's discarded jeans out of her way and walks towards her bedroom to dig out her noise-cancelling headphones and make herself scarce.
She is just opening the door to her room when a familiar, feminine laugh makes her freeze in confusion, and the bathroom door opens. Octavia whips around to stare, aghast at her brother, wrapped only in a towel.
When he spots her, Bellamy's face drops from a relaxed, happy grin to dread-filled shock as he slams the bathroom door shut behind him. The staring contest of shocked Blakes comes to an end when Clarke opens the bathroom door behind Bellamy and takes one step out to also freeze and join their little tableaux.
The standoff lasts a few more seconds before Octavia's stomach roils and she pushes past Bellamy and Clarke to run in the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. She feels the temporary relief after emptying her stomach and washes out her mouth and wipes it on a towel before walking back out to join her brother and best friend in the living room.
Bellamy has thrown his jeans and t-shirt back on and Clarke is standing close to him, wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his old track pants from high school while looking extremely nervous as she watches Octavia walk towards them. Bellamy has a guilty but resigned expression on his face as he straightens from where he was leaning against the back of the couch.
"Well, at least you guys cleaned up the carnage." Octavia comments as she glances around the room and crosses her arms across her chest, waiting for someone to explain. Clarke has a devastated expression and looks like she is near tears when she starts talking.
"Oh my god, O. I am SO sorry. This is all my fault. I was feeling super needy and Bel was being so sweet to me for a change and I just… grabbed him and then—"
Octavia cuts off Clarke's rambling tirade with a wave of her hand and a pained expression.
"Oh god, I do not want a play-by-play. No, you got me wrong. I always thought that if the two of you ever stopped hating each other for more than a second, you would probably tear each other's clothes off." She makes a pointed look around the freshly tidied room with a quirk of her eyebrow and returns her gaze to the two wildly confused faces in front of her.
"No, I'm just kinda annoyed that you've been sneaking around behind my back forrr… how long?" She adds with a chuckle before holding a hand over her stomach as it aches a bit.
Bellamy leans closer to study her face, disbelievingly.
"Wait, you're okay with me fu—spending time, with your best friend?"
Clarke leans in slightly to hear the answer with an expression that matches Bellamy's and Octavia tries not to laugh.
"Yes. Hell, if I'd known this would happen without you murdering each other, I would have set you up years ago."
Clarke closes her slack mouth and thinks for a second before sharing a surprised look with Bellamy. Octavia winces as she feels her nausea rising again.
"Seriously, guys. Go at it. But Clarke, I reeeally don't want any details and Bel? [He snaps his head around to look at her again] You can buy me some better noise-cancelling headphones, cause I know for a fact that my bestie is a screamer. Now I have to go throw up again but please move your sex party elsewhere, so I can sleep afterwards."
Octavia turn on her heel and walks fast back to the bathroom in time to throw up again and a few minutes later there is a tentative knock on the bathroom door and Clarke's voice filters through.
"I'm taking off, Sweetie, but I wanted to make sure you were okay before I left."
Octavia smirks in her partial delirium with her head resting on the cold edge of the toilet.
"Just a stomach bug, babe. I'll live." She answers groggily.
"Okay, just stay hydrated then. There's a powerade in the fridge, I'll leave it on your bedside table. Try to sip it to keep up your electrolytes, okay?"
Octavia heaves herself over the rim of the toilet to puke again but then responds.
"Will do, Doctor Feelgood."
She hears Clarke laugh as she walks away.
