A/N Second update of the day. Thank you to Sparksy97 and Wright who commented last chapter. And to Wright you'll find out why they gravitate towards Clarke soon enough. :)

One more thing, SHAWN MENDES IS GOING TO BE IN THE 100! THIS IS WEIRD. But at least if he sings, I can say I wrote the first-as far as I know- The 100 fanfiction with singing in it. Do you think he'll be able to fit in with The 100 world? My answer: eh, maybe, maybe not.

Okay I'm done, story time...

Bellamy P.O.V
I watched the gray haired girl walk away, not quite sure if going up to her was the best idea. If she had been a Blood Hero, then I assumed we would meet again. I looked away from the girl, and walked into the café. When I did, I saw Clarke sitting in one of the booths. Her forehead was creased in concentration; a strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face. She was drawing something. I quietly walked over to her and slipped into the booth, taking a seat across from her. She looked up from her drawing.

"Bellamy?" She asked. "What are you doing here?"

I gave her a lopsided grin. "I came for something to eat. I mean this café does sell food right?"

She blinked. "Oh yeah, sorry." She stood and walked behind the front counter.

"So what do you want to order?" She asked.

"Can I have two ham and cheese sandwiches, and two large mocha's?" I ordered.

Clarke nodded. "That'll be fifteen dollars and ninety-eight cents." I paid Clarke, and she gave me my receipt.

"Your order should be done in a couple minutes."

I nodded and went to sit down. I watched as Clarke began to make the coffees and sandwiches. Her soft golden was in a half ponytail, cascading down her back. Somehow I she had managed to make working look graceful. As I watched her my mind flashed back to the nightmare, to the hatred she had in her eyes. As it did, I realized that I never wanted to see that hatred in her eyes again. During my nightmare, her hatred towards me had knocked the wind out of me. I had felt as if she had murdered me in that same moment. Having Clarke look at me as if I was the most repulsive, the most evil person in the world had been one of the worst experiences in my life, and I didn't know why. I didn't know why she had that effect on me, I had just met her and she was only a human. Sure she was attractive, but I barely knew anything about her.

Are you sure? A voice in my head said. My eyes widened. This wasn't O's voice, it wasn't Paloma's voice, and it wasn't even the man's voice I had heard earlier. It was the voice I hadn't heard since the night I was turned. I couldn't pinpoint if it belonged to a male or a female, but I would never forget that voice.

Who are you? I tried, not expecting an answer.

You're worst enemy. Was the only response I received.

Are you part of The Dark? I questioned. I received no answer this time. Clarke placed my order on the table.

"Here is your order."

"Thank you," I responded.

I grabbed the bag with the sandwiches and the coffees. I began to walk out of the café when Clarke stopped me.

"Bellamy can we talk?"

My eyebrows drew together as I turned around. "Talk?"

She sighed. "Yes, about the party."

The party? Why would she want to talk about the party, unless she wanted to talk about the...

Clarke was fidgeting with a watch around her wrist. She was nervous. Realization crossed my mind. She wanted to talk about our 'kiss,' even though it was more like a make out session.

"Okay, let's sit down." We walked to a booth and sat down across from each other.

Clarke started first. "So about the um, the kiss."

I raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Clarke sighed, folding her hands on the table. "We were both drunk, and we didn't know what we were doing-" I cut her off.

"Clarke if you're trying to tell me that the kiss was nothing- that it meant nothing- then just say it."

Clarke bit her lip. "When you say it like that, it sounds terrible."

I laughed, "Clarke it's okay. We were both drunk." Yeah, that was it. The only reason we kissed was because we were drunk, of course that had to be the reason. The kiss meant nothing. It didn't matter if I dreamt about it, it didn't matter.

Clarke seemed surprised, but smiled. "Okay, I'm glad to see we're on the same page." There was a long silence. I tapped my fingers on the table, and Clarke began to laugh. Her laugh was like a beautiful melody, and was so contagious that I couldn't resist laughing along with her. I didn't know why we were laughing; I just knew that we couldn't stop. Finally, after what seemed like hours we stopped laughing only to meet each other's eyes and began laughing again.

"What... are we... laughing...at?" Clarke asked between giggles.

I shook my head. "I don't know what you're laughing at, but I'm laughing at you Princess."

Her mouth grew wide, but she was still smiling.
"Ass!" She squeaked, continuing to giggle. After a while, our laughter died down slowly.

She glanced at me with a small smile on her face. "No one has made me laugh that hard, ever."

I smiled back at her. "Well Princess, I didn't do anything. You just started laughing like a maniac all on your own."

She rolled her eyes. "But you laughed along with this maniac, didn't you?"

I smirked. "I sure did."

She tilted her head to the side. "Great talk right?"

I nodded in agreement, just as the café door opened, letting in two customers. Clarke frowned and took a look at her watch.

Her eyes widened. "It's already eight-thirty! How'd that happen?"

I shrugged, finding amusement in her surprise. "I guess time does fly by." I stood. "I gotta go. Bye Princess."

She waved goodbye. "Bye Bellamy." With that I exited the door and jumped into my car.
Octavia P.O.V
I was flying in the air, my brother right beside me. We flew high above the ground; the trees were now looking like little broccolis.
"O, what's that over there?" Bell asked, pointing to a brightly lit clearing."
I shrugged. "Probably just a camp fire, I'll go check it out." I flew down, and saw- just as expected- a campfire. I peered around and saw no one. Strange...
"Octavia!" An elated voice called. I turned around to see a man, only a bit older than me. He suddenly embraced me.
"I haven't seen you in so long," he murmured in my hair. Who was he?
An odd sensation flooded through me, and I felt my own arms wrap around him. Wait, I was feeling his arms around me. As in, I felt his own heat on me; I felt his grip around me. I haven't felt anything in a long time and this was incredible. I felt a word- no a name form on my lips.
"Lincoln?"

"Lincoln?" I mumbled barely waking up. I heard the front door close as I sat up on my bed. I ran a hand through my hair. Who was Lincoln? I had never met anyone with that name before. Maybe it was just someone my mind up. Yeah that was it. Shaking my head, I jumped out of bed and then headed downstairs.