Hello all! So for this chapter we are going to get into Bellamy's head a little bit! I usually get nervous writing form the male perspective so please review and let me know how I did!

CHAPTER 12

BELLAMY'S P.O.V.

"Bellamy what is going on with you? You have been in a horrible mood for three days."

I placed a plate of pancakes and sausage in front of Octavia and sighed. "It's nothing, O."

"Oh come on Bell, I am not stupid. And I am not a little kid, you can talk to me." I sat down with my plate of food which was more for show, I hadn't eaten much since the ridiculous meeting at work. "Bell!"

She wasn't going to let this go and she was friends with Clarke so she was going to find out sooner or later. "I had a meeting at work about relationships at work. Then my boss pulled me aside and said that he heard Clarke and I were becoming close and that I shouldn't let it get too far because I will be fired."

"Aw Bell." She gave me a sad face. "Does she know?"

I nodded. "I sent her a text the morning after the meeting."

"A text?! Bellamy she must be devastated and you broke up with her by text?!"

"I know O. I feel horrible but what am I supposed to do? I can't risk losing my job." I tossed my fork down on my plate and went to my room. I collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Twenty minutes later O knocks on my door. "Come in."

"I'm sorry Bell. I know how much you care about her and I know that the last thing you want to do is hurt her." She paused and looked down at her feet. "I just texted Clarke and she isn't doing all that great, I think I should go spend the day with her. Can I have some money for a cab?"

I sat up. I hated that Clarke was having a hard time. "No." I shook my head. "I will drive you." He paused. "Tell her you will be there in a half hour. She will need to let security know she is expecting someone."

"So…what did she say?" I asked after riding in silence for five minutes.

O looked over at me and smiled. "Not much at all. I told her that you finally told me what happened. I asked if she was okay. She only replied with, no."

I slammed my hand on the staring wheel. "Can you…Can you just tell her that I am sorry?" I asked as I pulled up to the gate to let her out.

She nodded her head. "Of course."

CLARKE'S P.O.V.

Octavia would be over soon so I dragged myself out of bed and took a quick shower. The hot water felt good against my skin but the second I thought about Bellamy my heart broke all over again. I slid on a pair of black leggings and a plain simple white tank top. I had no desire to try and put together an outfit.

Part of me was glad that Octavia just told me she was coming over and skipped the whole asking thing. But another part of me wanted to just stay in my room alone like I had been doing the last few nights. I went downstairs and met Octavia in the entryway. The moment she walked in she walked up to me and pulled me in for a hug.

"I am sorry." She whispered. "And he is too."

I bit my lip to keep myself from crying. I didn't need security blabbing and my mother finding out I was crying for some unknown reason. "Let's go upstairs." I said as I pulled away from her.

We sat on my bed in silence for…I am not sure how long…a while. I could tell Octavia had no clue what to say. "Bell's a mess."

I gave her a small fake smile. "That makes two of us."

"Isn't there anyway around this?"

"I don't think so. I won't ask him to risk his job."

"So are you allowed to still talk…be friends?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean yes, it is allowed. But I don't know if he would want that." I paused. "It's been three days and he hasn't sent a single message so…"

"I am sure it is hard to just stop and just be friends. Maybe give it some time."

"I like him…a lot, but…if all we can be is friends then I want him as at least that."

It was quiet again for a few minutes until Octavia broke the silence. "His birthday is in two weeks."

"Really?" I can't believe I didn't know his birthday.

"Yeah. "The sixteenth."

"Do you think it would be okay if I sent him a present?"

Octavia laughed. "You would probably make his day if you did." She paused. "I am pretty sure that boy is in love with you."

I gave her another sad smile. "That almost makes all of this worse."

My day with Octavia helped more than I ever thought it would. Dinner was peaceful, my parents were away so I ate alone. After dinner I went up to my room and plugged my headphones into my phone and laid in my bed for a while listening to music.

It was late, usually around the time that Bellamy would come to my room when he was working overnight. I decided I wasn't going to dwell on this anymore. A midnight snack was just what I needed. So I got up and headed for the kitchen.

My favorite song came on so I of course started to sing and dance my way to the kitchen. Before making it to the kitchen though, I crashed into someone during the second chorus of my little solo show. I guess dancing backwards down the hallway wasn't the best idea.

"Bellamy." I said as I immediately pulled the earbuds from my ears. His hands were holding onto my arms, steading me. "Sorry…"

He gave me a small smile, not his usual smile though. "No worries, princess. Just be careful."

Bellamy let go of my arms and started to continue on his way. "Bellamy?" I called after him before he got too far." He stopped and turned around slowly to face me. "We're still…" I sighed. "We're still friends, right?" I bit my lip and fiddled with the earbuds wire in my hands.

He gave me another one of those smiles…I missed the old one. "Yeah, of course."

Just as he was about to turn around I stopped him again. "Oh! And…could you please let your sister come to my parent's party this weekend? I really need someone there I actually like."

He laughed…almost a real laugh. His real smile was peeking through and that made me smile. "I will think about it." He paused. "Good night."

BELLAMY'S P.O.V.

I knew running into Clarke would be kind of inevitable but I just wasn't prepared for it. Part of me was glad she seemed to be happy but the other part was a little hurt that she wasn't a bit more upset about all of this.

I pulled out my phone and sent O a quick text.

'So when were you going to ask me if you could go to this party this weekend?'

A few minutes later my phone vibrated in my pocket.

'Does this mean you finally talked to Clarke?!'

'We talked for a minute in the hallway…don't change the subject.'

'I was just waiting for the right time to bring it up to you. How is she doing?'

'She seemed perfectly fine. She was singing and dancing right before she crashed into me.'

'You know she is upset Bell. She cried most of the day while I was there and when she wasn't crying her eyes were constantly filling with tears.'

'Yeah well she seems fine now.'

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and continued my way downstairs. When I reached the short hallway between the large dining room and kitchen I heard sniffles. I moved a bit slower and peaked into the kitchen. Sitting at the counter with her back to me was Clarke…crying. The sight of her sitting there with her milk and cookies alone crying broke my heart. I couldn't just leave her there so I took a deep breath in then quietly walked over to her. I stopped to the side of her and gently placed my hand on her back.

She jumped and immediately looked over at me. She pulled the earbuds from her ears and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"Sure. Fine." She said wiping her eyes a second time.

"Clarke."

"I'm okay. I promise." She slid off her stool and brought her still full glass of milk over to the sink.

She was about to walk out of the kitchen but I stopped her. "I thought we were friends still."

She turned around. "We are."

"Well, then don't lie to me."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I miss you." She said just above a whisper.

"I miss you too." I paused. "I have to get back to work, I will text you in a little bit." I promised.

I walked by her and placed my hand on her arm. I have it a gentle squeeze then left the kitchen.

CLARK'S P.O.V.

Once I was in my room I collapsed on the bed and continued listening to my music. How was I supposed to be just friends with Bellamy? Were we ever really just friends? We kind of went from friendly banter to making out. I am not sure how long I laid there thinking. My music was interrupted with a new text message.

'So what were you listening to?'

'Knocking on Heavens Door.'

'Good song. So can you do me a favor? Don't cry anymore. Not over me. I am not worth the tears.'

I read the message three times…maybe four, and just shook my head. 'I can't promise that, sorry.'

'I know it's hard. But I am still here. We can still talk. We are still friends.'

It's not the same I said to myself. I decided that if I wanted him in my life I needed to try the friends thing. I didn't want to annoy him by always being sad or depressed.

'So are you letting Lincoln take Octavia to my parents' party?'

'Whoah. You didn't mention Lincoln before.'

I laughed. I hadn't laughed in days and the one person that made me laugh was of course Bellamy.

'Stop. Lincoln is a perfectly nice person. You have nothing to worry about.'

'Ha he is a guy. An older guy dating my little sister. I have everything to worry about. It's getting late, you should probably get some sleep.'

'Sick of me already?'

'Not even close.'

My eyes filled with tears. I wished I was a normal girl and could actually have a say in who I dated.

'I miss you.'

When Bellamy didn't respond in the usual amount of time that he had been I completely regretted sending that so decided that I had to try and rectify it.

'I'm sorry.'

'Don't be sorry. I want you to be honest with me. I miss you too. So…I feel like I have to ask you to send me a picture so I can make sure you aren't crying.'

I sent him a sad face.

'I'm sorry.'

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