When Clarke closed the door behind her, they stood in the foyer a little awkwardly, Bellamy looking alternately between Clarke and the pictures hanged on the walls, and Clarke smiling suddenly shy and nervously trying to tuck an already tucked strand of hair behind her ear.

Level up, (like that post on Tumblr said, instead of man up, no sense in using stupid gender roles) already, Clarke!

Clarke rolled her eyes at Raven's voice inside her head, but loosened up a bit.

"It's only me, today. Raven and Mom are out so you don't have to worry about a third degree," She says.

Bellamy nods smiling, then he points at a photo standing on the cabinet near the entrance, "This is all of you, isn't it?" he asks.

Clarke picks up the photo, "Yeah, that's Raven and that's Wells," She says pointing at her friends, "Mom loved it so much she decided to frame it and put it display here, so that everyone could see her favourite children," She smiles fondly, "I guess it's not that weird that I see them as my brother and sister after all, huh?" Clarke asks absently not really expecting an answer, so is surprised when Bellamy bumps her shoulder making her look at him.

"My mom used to say the same thing about the guys, we all grew up together. I guess, it's kind of inevitable to think of them a little as yours when they spend so much time with your child when you're a parent." He says and then blushes. "I mean, I think, not that I know- obviously."

And just like that, Clarke's beaming again "Obviously," she teases because the temptation is just too strong and then gives him a nudge, "No, I get it. Now that I think about it, mom would probably just fall in love with you just for this one thing you just said,"

Bellamy grins, "Oh, I know, I'm great with parents."

"Oh, really?" Clarke narrows her eyes and he chuckles. "Have a lot of experience?" she asks casually, putting down the picture and brushing past him to go to her room.

Bellamy looks around, as if he'd find some clue on what to gauge from the question and how to reply to it, and then frowns as he opts for the truth, "Not really, there was this girl in middle school, Diane, we dated for like two weeks and then her parents forbid her to ever see me ever again outside school because they knew I was friend with Murphy, and they knew what kind of troubles he always got himself into so, yeah.. I was just kidding" he concludes sheepishly once on top of the stairs.

Clarke turns to look at him brows raised as she opens the door to her room, "Yeah, he told me something about it."

"Who, Murphy?" He asks surprised, "When?"

"Today, I saw him passing by the Hospital," she says sitting on the bed, "We talked as he walked me home."

Bellamy cocked his head taking in the information, then nods, even though he couldn't grasp how the hell his best friend had casually found himself passing by the hospital where she worked… He shrugs the thought off and finally looks around.

When his eyes found the sketch pinned above her desk he couldn't stop the grin slitting his face in half, "You weren't kidding, when you wrote that it was your favourite one, huh?"

Clarke blushes but is determined to not let it show too much and shrugs noncommittedly. Bellamy chuckles seeing right through her and continues to scan the room taking in every single quirky detail of the girl he was very close to fall for.

Clarke is suddenly hyperaware of her things, like that stupid Rhino lamp that Raven had gotten her as a cringe-worthy gift, or the Disney princesses waste basket, and –oH God –the High School Musical click pen that Bellamy was about to click.

"N-ghh" She hid her face in her hands as 'Start of Something New' started to play.

There was a couple of seconds of startled silence. And then Bellamy started laughing, and Clarke wanted the bed to swallow her up.

"Is this going to stop?" he asks after a minute of the tune playing over and over again. Clarke shakes her head bringing down her hands, throwing Bellamy in another fit of laughter, "Well, at least we'll have a nice background," he wheezes and Clarke throws a pillow at him that he catches unfairly too easily.

If she didn't love his laugh so much she'd probably had stuffed his mouth with something already. Ugh. "So, how was the interview?" she asks in a desperate attempt to distract him from the awful pen.

He chuckles and shrugs, still not letting go of the pen, "It was cool, but towards the end they asked some questions for the fans and Murphy bolted, as usual."

There is no heat in his words just a kind of fond-used-to-it tone, and Clarke smiles, "Yeah, he told me about it.."

Then Clarke tells him about his encounter with Emory, since it's not like he's not going to notice the puffy nose, and Bellamy flinches. "Jeez, he can be such an asshole,"

Clarke shrugs, "He seemed genuinely sorry after though, I think he'll try to make it up to her,"

"Oh, yeah, how?" he asks almost challenging.

"Chocolates?"

Bellamy laughs.

[Murphy & Jasper]

Murphy has just got inside the tube station when Jasper practically flies in front of him, "Where've you been? And what happened to your nose!?" his friend screech-asks the last part when he noticed him holding a blood covered tissue to his nose that had started to bleed again just a couple of minutes before.

Murphy sighs, stopping in front of Jasper and tentatively pulls away the tissue. When he's sure he isn't going to end up with blood in his mouth again, he tries to muster the sternest look that he's capable of and levels his friend with a look, "I'm fine."

Jasper's face scrunches up as he goes through a wild range of different emotions, and when his mouth opens and shuts soundlessly, Murphy rolls his eyes and side-steps him and resumes walking inside the station.

Jasper huffs as he hurries behind him, "We were worried about you,"

Murphy turns to give him a raised eyebrow, "'We' as in you and Chris," he articulated "You all know how I feel about interviews, it's not like it never happened before…"

"Yeah, well, you know that I worry anyway," Jasper retorts crossing his arms over his chest.

"Jesus, Jas, I'm not a baby." John grits out.

"I know, still, you're my friend and I wor-"

"Oh god," Murphy groans, "Yeah, okay, whatever." And he starts walking again.

He knows what Jasper was going to say. It was like listening to a broken record: You're my friend so I worry about you, it's what friends do, right? And John would respond with something along the lines of Jeez or Whatever and roll his eyes.

Jasper pouts but trots beside his friend anyway, determined to know where John is going, since he'd already passed the tube entrance and is now walking towards… Well, he's not sure what, inside the station.

Then they're going inside a shop, and Jasper has to stop and look around to be absolutely sure of where he is, and be sure that he isn't seeing things.

Yep. They were in a flower shop.

"Uhm, John?" Jasper tugs his sleeve,

"Yeah." He doesn't turn. He's too busy glaring the lovely bouquet of roses in front of him.

"You're… John you're in a flower shop.." Jasper states carefully, in case John didn't realize it yet, and to try to gradually ease him out of whatever daydream he was in.

"Wow, Jasper!" he turns to him, eyes wide, "You actually know how to use your eyes!" Murphy pats Jasper on the back, "Happy, for ya."

Jasper stares. He's going to snap at him but then he feels a tickle in his nose and whatever he was going to say turns into a sneeze. Murphy barely flinches, still lost in his head. Jasper looks around when another sneeze catches him off-guard. He sneezes other three times when he finally spots the cause. Sunflowers. Jasper's been allergic to sunflowers since he was little. Everyone knew that.

"Jo-excee" he calls urgently tugging at Murphy's sleeve.

"Jee, what?" John turns to him with an annoyed expression that quickly dies when he takes a look on Jasper's red, puffy eyes and the fingers clamping on his nose trying to subdue the sneezes. His eyes widens in realization, "Shit, shit, Jasper." He hauls him deeper in the shop away from where the evil flowers are. "You okay?" he asks then, when Jasper tentatively unclamps his hold on his nose.

Jasper nods twisting his nose experimentally, and then scowls at John, "So, mind to tell me what you're doing in a flower shop?"

John looks like he's going to give him another snarky remark, like What do you think? Buying flowers! But seems to think better of it, probably feeling guilty, and actually gives him a straight answer, "Buying flowers for someone I was an asshole too..." he mumbles.

Jasper stays silent for a while and then grins nudging his friend with his elbow, "Aw, John, you really shouldn't have!"

John look at him confused for half a beat and then gives him a look, "They're not for you," he deadpans.

Jasper looks thoughtful, "That makes sense, you'd probably need to buy the whole shop to make up for all the times you've been an asshole to me.."

John snorts looking at the flowers in front of him.

"So, who are them for?"

John picks an already made bouquet with nice enough flowers, and shrugs, "Someone at Clarke's hospital.."

Jasper frowns, "Her dad?" Murphy doesn't have time to give him a disbelieving look because Jasper's now looking at him like he was monster, "You've been an asshole to a comatose man?!" he hisses, just when Murphy is paying the lady behind the counter for the bouquet. The lady jumps and looks at him horrified.

It's all he can do, to not throttle Jasper then and there, and look like a complete psycho homicidal person or something. "No, Jasper, they're not for Mr Griffin." He grits out, flashing what he hoped was I-swear-I-am-not-a-psycho smile to the old lady. She just looks even more worried as she takes a step back, and John turns to glare at Jasper who really looks way too amused now.

"Perfect, now that lady thinks that I'm a man who does god knows what to comatose people, thank you Jasper, you're a real friend." John groans when they come out the shop.

Jasper waves him off, "Please, that's all on you, not my fault if you look like a murderer… Speaking of which; look, you're doing it even now!" Jasper pokes at his friend's angry eyebrows.

John is tempted to bite the finger.

" . GOD!"

Both men jump at the shrieks. And they barely register a sickeningly sweet smell, before they're facing the source of the shrills. Fans.

"Oh my god! You're Murphy from Sky People!" John winced while at the same time tried to smile.

If there was one thing that he didn't like at all, about being famous, was this type of fans. He was more than okay with girls coming up to him for an autograph or a photo, he just didn't like it when they were practically two inches from his face, personal space be damned, and screeching like a bunch of chickens being about to be slaughtered.

He turns to look at Jasper who… is quietly looking at his feet by himself.

It isn't the first time that's happened. Jasper reminds himself. He's okay with it. As he had researched, even though the guys and Octavia told him time and time again to not do it, based on polls he was the least favourite member of their band. So it isn't a surprise that those girls have made a beeline towards John, completely ignoring Jasper even though he is there, and even though he is a member of the same band. It's okay. He's used to it.

"Oh my God! You have to take a picture with us!" The girl that John renamed #1 says.

John reaches an arm behind them and pulls Jasper to him, making him stumble in between them.

If John was going to suffer, so was Jasper.

Girl #2 makes a face, "Oh, no! We don't want him, only you!"

Jasper looks down. Repeating the mantra. He's used to it. It's okay.

If he had been paying attention to John's face he'd known that what happened next was coming from the way John's left eye and jaw twitched.

As he was too busy staring at his feet, Jasper only knew when he felt his shirt being yanked forcefully as Murphy dragged him away towards the tube entrance. He turns to look at the fuming girls wide eyed too stunned to try to understand what was happening. When they're at the Oyster card machines, he finally snaps out of it and slaps John lightly on his arm with the back of his hand, "Dude, they were fans! That was rude!"

John clenched his jaw, "Doesn't matter."

Jasper gapes, "Doesn't- John! You can't do that, Chris would be so pissed, oh my god."

"You're wrong," John says, "Chris wouldn't." Jasper crosses his arms and John rolls his eyes, "They were the one to be rude in the first place, I don't owe them anything, I do music because I like it and because of you and the guys, and for the real fans," He gestures vaguely behind him, where the two screechers would have been, "Those two? Those are not real fans, they treated you like that? Well, I'm giving the same treatment to them, then." And with that he turns to the machine to top-up his oyster card.

Jasper isn't ashamed to admit that his bottom lip actually quivers. He's overcome with such fondness that if they weren't in public and if he didn't know how John responded to manifestation of affection in general, he'd probably squeeze his friend to death. It was rare, but once in a while Murphy would do something like this and show how much he cared about his friends, even though on a normal day his interactions pretty much limited on grumbling and/or snapping at them.

"Ah, John." Jasper says.

"What?" Murphy turns to look at him.

"You have to be careful," Jasper taps at John's chest smiling softly, "Your heart is showing."

John swats his hand away with a snort and Jasper grins. He rolls his eyes, "Stop smiling, you look ridiculous,"

"Sure sure, bros before hoes though, right?"

Murphy tries to give him a shove, while trying to not laugh, but Jasper avoids it. Then he gives him what Jasper had come to recognize as his playful-threatening look. And Jasper slowly backs away, but John throws the flowers at him hitting Jasper on the head and chases after him laughing when Jasper keeps the bouquet and runs. They chase each other just like they did when they were little kids.

Fame may have changed some aspects of their life, but some things would always be the same. They were friends. Family. And they would always look out for each other, no matter what.

[Bellamy & Clarke]

"So, apart from High school Musical, Medicine and Art, who are you Clarke Griffin?"

Clarke turns to look at him with a surprised smile, "Did you just called me Art?"

Bellamy grins, "I did, didn't I?"

Clarke snorts and shrugs after thinking about it in silence for a while, "I told you all the interesting parts on the letters I sent you…"

"I highly doubt that," Bellamy retorts,

"I'm not that interesting, compared to the boy that has a sister working for Vanity Fair and, oh, right, I almost forgot, is actually a Rock Star." Clarke deadpans crossing her arms.

Bellamy laughs, "Okay, my life is pretty interesting. But says the girl whose best friend didn't talk to her for years because he was having a baby, and the other best friend is a mechanical engineer that has a profile on one of the most popular Scientific Journals in the world even if she's at her first year on the j-"

"What?" her pulse reared up.

Bellamy furrowed his brows, "Uhh, Raven. She's featured on New Scientist, Monty is kind of into that stuff too, so he buys the magazine as soon as there's a new issue and on the last one, there was a whole article on her…" Bellamy trails off when he glances at her. Clarke is worryingly pale and she looks like she did on the car the day before.

She is having a panic attack. She knows that for sure, she's been having those buggers for a while now. How fun. Not. Not fun at all. And she was tired. Tired of having flash backs to the accidents and/or pieces of life being taken away from her because of it. Like this.

Raven was featured on the New Scientist?

Clarke didn't know. How could she not know that?

She feels the familiar bitter taste on her tongue and the tightening of her skull. She closes her eyes and digs her nails in her palms like she did the night before. Focus on the pain, she repeats to herself like a mantra. Push it down. Push it awa-

She's startled to open her eyes when she feels warm hands covering hers. Bellamy has moved from the door and is now crouching in front of her, where she's still sitting on her bed, "Don't. Clarke," he says, slowly unfolding her fingers and soothing the crescent moon indents on her palm with his thumb, "Let yourself feel it."

And it's like opening a dam.

A sob escapes her mouth without her permission and Bellamy is suddenly on the bed holding her in his arms. She hates it. She hates the fact that she's being like this. She's tired of these damn panic attacks. She thought she was done crying.

And now here she is crying in the arms of her crush. Bellamy is being the best consoler she could ever ask for, making shushing sounds and drawing soothing patterns on her back, "God, I hate this." She finally mumbles when the sobs quieten enough.

"Doesn't like to cry, another thing that I can add to the list of the things I know about Clarke Griffin,"

Clarke makes a sound half snort and half sniffle, "Is there anyone who likes to cry?"

Bellamy shrugs, the movement drawing Clarke to lean back "Crying helps," he says,

and Clarke huffs, "Well, I'm tired of crying– God" she stands up and start pacing in the room, "I thought I was done crying, I feel– I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff and I'm waiting for a breeze to tip me off, but I'm afraid of which side I'm going to end up on, and in the meantime I live in the constant paranoia that what happened with Dad is going to happen again or that Dad is going to stop breathing, but at the same time I'm so tired of the middle, this fake calm before everything goes to hell," she pulls her hair in frustration turning to him, "It's literally driving me crazy."

Bellamy watches her in silence and then pats the side of the bed where she was sitting just moments ago. She sighs and walks to him. When she's sat and they spend some time in companionable silence, Bellamy squeezes her knee and says, "If the worse happens, you have to promise that you won't push away the people close to you," Clarke nods but stays silent, so Bellamy continues, "Because, in the end, Clarke, we're all a little broken inside, and if we're not, we'll be at some point, that's just how life works, one way or another will always screw us all, and if we won't fix ourselves back together than we have to let the people close to us do it for us and keep reminding us that we're still here, we're still alive." Bellamy bumps her shoulder, "We have to let them stick our pieces back together.."

Clarke recognises the last words as what he wrote in his second letter he'd sent her, the one that she'd read to her dad, so she bumps him back and asks the question that she had asked silently that day, "Will you stick mine?"

Bellamy grins and reaches inside his pocket, "I brought the glue." he says pulling out a small tube of the substance.

Clarke makes another of those half sounds again, half sob and half snort, "Why the hell do you have a tube of glue in your pocket?"

Bellamy frowns, "Octavia gave it to me.." He shrugs and Clarke laughs,

"Of course she did.." she shakes her head laughing softly to herself.

Bellamy thumbs away a tear resting on her cheek, "My point is, that whatever happens, you're not alone."

Clarke doesn't know how to describe the feeling inside of her if not as a flutter in her chest that irradiates in her whole body. His hand on her cheek feels warm and soothing and she never felt so safe since the accident. She smiles softly, "Yeah, that letter meant a lot to me." She confides, and is delighted to see his ears turning a little red.

Bellamy smiles almost timid, "That's good,"

Clarke nods, "Good," her eyes dropping just for a second to his lips.

Bellamy chuckles to himself, "Really good,"

[John and Emori]

John shifts from foot to foot.

What the hell is he even doing here?

He looks at the flowers that are now sadly hunched over each other, result of the playful chase with Jasper. Shit, this was stupid, he thinks while hastily trying to straighten up the only two Gerbera Daisies of the bunch that weren't too damaged. No, he can't do this, he looks pitiful.

And of course that's when she steps out from the hospital.

John is frozen on the spot watching as Emori, his brain provides remembering Clarke calling her that, fumbles with something in her hands –earphones he then sees. He's doesn't dare to move a muscle, convinced that if he doesn't bring too much attention to himself she'll just pass him without even a glance his way. But is pointless wishing, is what it is, because he's exactly in the middle of the way so of course she ends up looking up at him. And maybe it would be a funny scene to watch as an outsider, because Emori as soon as she sees him, widen her eyes comically and stumbles a little on her feet until she's too, frozen on the spot. But Murphy is not an outsider, he's holding a bunch of really sad, damaged looking flowers, maybe a tad too tightly and with matching wide eyes, and feeling weird things in his stomach. It's not funny, at all.

Then, she seems to get over her initial surprise and glances from his face to the bouquet, and then back to his face, "What are you doing here? Blowing some more smoke in people's faces?" she asks with a blank face.

He holds out the flowers, "They're for you," he says and the two Daisies that he'd managed to straighten up bend sadly just then. "They were fine when I bought them, I swear, they just… uhh, well– uhm... yeah" He trailed off lamely, silently groaning. He couldn't tell her about throwing them around to hit his friend, could he? This is so stupid, God.

"Woah, you really have this bad boy image down to an art, don't you?"

He frowns at her smirk, and brings his hand holding the flowers down, "I'm not working on anything," he takes a step closer to her, "I am a bad guy."

She raises an eyebrow and she too takes a step towards him, "No, maybe you think you are, but you're a big softie, really."

He scoffs, "I'm not a softie."

"Says the one holding the flowers."

"I don't do flowers." He says automatically.

Emori crosses her arms, "You know, that would be more convincing if you weren't holding the hard proof of that statement." She says glancing at the bouquet hanging on his side.

John glances down too, and looks back at her with a scowl, "They're damaged flowers."

Don't ask him why. He had no idea why in the holy hell he was bringing attention to that particular fact, when just moments ago he was desperately trying to make them look somewhat less pitiful. Maybe it was just his nature, to show off the absolute worst part of him when meeting new people.

Emori doesn't miss a beat, "My nana always says that, it's the thought that counts."

That makes John pause. And then he's grinning like an idiot, "So, do you relieve me from the unbearable guilt by accepting these flowers?"

Emori blinks, completely taken aback from the bright smile. He should smile more, she thinks distractedly, he looks cuter… and then she narrows her eyes. She feels like she'd fallen in some kind of trap. Was this all some kind of mind game that induced her to almost forgive him for being so fuckin' rude, Nu-huh mate, not so easy.

His smile falters when he catches her scowling face. Now, what?

She sighs, "Why do you smoke?"

Oh, right. He shrugs, "Makes me feel better." He says simply, opting for the truth.

She shakes her head, "Again, with the whole bad boy thing" she states gesturing vaguely at him, "Something that I read a thousand times in stupid, lame chick-flick novels."

He takes another step closer so that they're practically toe to toe and he's hovering over her. Emori has to crane her neck to look at his face but she refuses to be intimidated and juts her chin stubbornly. John raises his eyebrows, "And I told you, I don't do fake. I do only what I want. That applies to everything in my life."

"Smoke kills."

He shrugs, "If it does, I know I lived my life how I wanted. Making my own choices."

She frowns, and is seriously considering to step on his foot again, "What about the people who love you?"

He shrugs again, but this time is less careless and more of an automatic gesture, his eyes drifting off as he thinks of the fights he used to have over it, with his friends, "They know how I think, it took them a while, but they accepted it."

"You're wrong," John focuses back on her. Emori is smiling but it's brittle, not quiet reaching her eyes. "They didn't accepted it, they're just hoping that you'll find something else that you'll enjoy more than smoking. They know that they're not enough, so they just, wait."

Somehow, from the tone of her voice, Murphy knows that they're not talking only about him, anymore. Emori is thinking about her parents, and something inside him squeezes painfully, ghosts of his own past re-emerging from his memories. On instinct he reaches for her, but catches himself before he actually touches her, but Emori sees the movement anyway and softly smiles up at him.

"See? I was right," she tentatively reaches out, and rests the palm of her hand on his chest, "Big softie."

John doesn't correct her this time.

[Clarke & Bellamy]

"So, I listened to a lot of Andrew Belle yesterday.." Clarke says standing up.

"Oh?"

She turns to look at him, "Yeah, most of it was Sky's still blue, though…"

Bellamy smiles, "I love that song," he says standing up too. "It's easily one of my favourite songs ever…"

"Yeah?" she asked taking a step closer to him. This was it. This was her flirting. Talking about music and specifically about the song that he used as the ringtone for her. She had never done it before, and she wasn't sure if it was working but her heart was beating like crazy and she almost felt dizzy on how much she wanted him to kiss her.

Bellamy's smile broadened but he took a step back, keeping some distance between them, "I love his songs, his style is so simple and clean.. I love Pieces too, and In My Veins just makes me tear up every time a listen to it…"

Clarke sighs internally, and nods prompting him to go on blabbering about his favourite artists and songs, while she plops back down on the bed.

Any other day she would've loved to hear about his taste in music, but right now she is definitely mourning for the kiss that she so wanted to experience but that apparently wasn't going to happen. Well, as far as he was concerned, he didn't look like he was going to make a move on her.

Is it weird? To want him to kiss her so badly? This would be her first kiss, and she really really likes Bellamy, so she couldn't be blamed, right?

Besides, tomorrow he'd go back to the States and who knows when he'd be back. If she kissed him and he kissed her back, would they be automatically in a relationship? Well, no, they would've to talk about it first. And if they were, that meant that her first relationship would be a long-distance one. Was she even prepared for something like that? Did she want to?

Stop.

The voice sounded a lot like Raven's, unsurprisingly.

And as always, she was right. Raven always says that if you want something, to go for it, no matter what. And if it doesn't work out, at least you know that you tried.

"Clarke?"

Clarke shakes herself from her thoughts and focuses back on Bellamy.

"You alright? You kind of spaced out on me…" He says with a little smile, sitting down next to her.

"Uhm…" Clarke begins, but ends up spacing out again as she focuses on the dust of freckles on his nose and cheeks. One thing was certain. Bellamy Blake was the only guy to have ever sparked an interest in Clarke since the first moment she landed her eyes on him. And now it was more than just an interest. Now, she knew him, maybe not as much as anyone is supposed to know, to consider the possibility to have a relationship with someone, but what she knows, she loves. And only makes her want to know more.

She feels Bellamy's hand on her knee then and she focuses back on reality. Bellamy looks slightly worried, like it wasn't the first time he tried to get her attention.

She stopped thinking. And moved.

Her lips found his like two opposite ends of a magnet crashing together. Her pulse speeding up and her head feeling lighter. This was it. This was her first kiss. And she made the first friggin' move! Raven will be proud. Except, that now that she was there, she realized that he wasn't really doing anything. But, instead, quiet discouragingly, seemed to be frozen in place.

Oh, God. Now what? From what she knew kissing usually involved active participation on both parts, and right now she was just there, with her lips attached to his, too afraid to let go and lean back and face the inevitable awkwardness that would follow, and he was just there, doing nothing.

Oh, God.

She didn't think this through at all, and now she was freaking out, her mind going miles per second and still attached to Bellamy's freakin' lips. Which were very soft, and warm and… God.

Well, better face the awkwardness now, than later, right? Just rip it like a band aid, right?

She softly pecks his lips, as to say goodbye, and started to lean back. It worked as wake up call for Bellamy though, and suddenly one of his hands is on her side pulling her closer to him, while the other cradled her head to keep her in place. And finally, finally, he kisses her back.

Clarke lets out a sigh a relief and melts into it. She feels warm and giddily happy. Bellamy's hands are so warm and the thumb of the one resting on her cheek is idly stroking her skin. And Clarke had never thought that it could possibly feel this good.

Bellamy's lips slant softly over hers and a hum of approval escapes from the back of her throat. And then before she fully realizes what's happening, still lightheaded from the kiss, Bellamy is moving away. Not only from her lips but from the bed too.

"I can't" he says running a hand through his hair and looking somewhere behind Clarke, "I should go." He says then, and before Clarke can process what the hell is going on, he's gone, the sound of the front door closing behind him as proof.

Clarke looks around the room wide-eyed. She tries to swallow the sudden lump in her throat.

What the hell has just happened? Did she ruin everything?

Oh, no.

She digs around searching for her phone and when she finally finds it calls Raven.

"Hey, Clarke, I'm actually heading back to th-"

"Raven!" Clarke interrupts her urgently, "Oh my god, Raven! He came here a-and we were having such a good time, he was so sweet and then I-I ruined everything, Rav-en" her friend's name gets cut off from a sob that almost takes her by surprise.

"Hey, hey, calm down, I'm coming there okay? Everything is alright, I'll be there as fast as I can." Raven says trying to sooth her.

Clarke whimpers, "Okay." And cuts off the call.

[Murphy & Emori]

"I'm really not a good guy, you know?" Murphy says quietly.

Emori cocks her head taking her hand away, "Well, you're not a bad guy either… You're someone that is used to expect the worst from people and so wears this mask to not get hurt. But that's all it is, just a mask…"

John looks down. She wasn't saying anything new, he already knew all that, Octavia had already preceded her in figuring that out. But Octavia knows him since their whole life, this girl on the other hand. He just met her, and here she is figuring him out like he was an open book. He grins looking at her, "Are you psychoanalyzing me?"

Emori grimaces, "Yeah, sorry, it's something I'm working on…"

John shrugs, "It's cool, if it's like your thing, just be careful on who you share your findings with, though. Some people can get very aggressive when faced with the truth..."

She bits her lip, "So, you're not mad?"

He shakes his head, "Why would I be? It's kind of true, I guess…"

Emori smiles softly, he was odd. That was for sure. But not the type to play mind games. He was exactly as she said. He was like her. "So, are you going to give me the flowers or…"

John makes a face glancing down at the abused bouquet, "Maybe I should buy you another one.." he says distractedly.

Emori crosses her arms, "No, you don't. Besides I punched you, remember?"

Murphy snorts, "Believe me I remember," he says pointing at his nose, "But still, you had a good reason and this was supposed to be me saying sorry…"

"You already did," Emori takes the flowers, Murphy letting go of them reluctantly, "Well, it's the oddest looking bunch of flowers I ever got, that's for sure."

John laughs, "I guess I left an impression, huh.."

"Oh, that, you did."

They stand, smiling to each other for a while until finally Emori takes a deep breath and says, "I guess, I should go…"

Murphy nods a little too forcefully, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Of course, yeah, you do that…" he frowns down at his feet. Did he just babble?

"Yeah, okay…" she says but neither of them moves. Finally Emori stands on her tiptoes and angle her head to kiss his cheek, "Thanks," she says and then is gone.

Murphy lets out a breath from his nose and finds himself smiling with one hand resting on his cheek.

[Raven & Clarke]

Saying that Raven was worried was and understatement. Right now she's feeling like the day Abby called her to tell her that Clarke and Jake had an accident. She ran the last block as fast as her legs would bring her and bursts in the house yelling Clarke's name.

"Clarke!? Clarke, where are you?"

Since her mother had taken her life, Raven lived in the constant fear that if her friends were sad they were going to do the same thing that her mom had done. Which was stupid, if she thought about it rationally. None of her friends suffered from the kind of depression her mother did, but sometimes Clarke got sad and after the accident it kind of worsened. Raven knew about the panic attacks even if Clarke tried to hide it, and all this contributed to feed her fear.

She couldn't lose Clarke. God, please, not Clarke.

"Clar- Clarke?"

Finally her friend came out from the living room and Raven let out a breath of relief. She ran to her and hugged her close, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm sorry if I freaked you out," Clarke tells her patting her back for good measure.

Raven leans back frowning, "Are you sure? You sounded so… Clarke, what happened?" Raven asks taking a good look at her friend. She seemed fine on a first impression. But Raven knows her well enough to know that Clarke is pushing it all inside, not letting it show. Whatever made her freak out, and call Raven just a half an hour ago.

Raven watches as her friend takes a deep breath and smiles tightly, pulling her to the couch.
Once they're seated, Clarke shrugs, the smile still in place, and still too tight. "I think…" she takes another deep breath to steady herself and looks at her friend with a small, sad smile. "I think, I ruined things with Bellamy…"

Raven frowns, and takes Clarke's hands in hers. Once she nodded Clarke to go on, her friend sighs and tells her everything that happened. About Clarke wanting to kiss him and how she made the first move –at which Raven smiles proudly- and then proceeded in telling her about how he didn't respond at first for then kissing her back for then pull away all of a sudden, and run like hell.

"That's… That doesn't make sense…" Raven says, her eyes darting everywhere as if she'll find a clue, on what the hell went through Bellamy's head, on the walls.

Clarke face crumples for just a second but she takes control of it almost immediately taking what seemed the hundredth deep breath. She shrugs, "I don't know what happened…"

Raven looks at her friend and all that she feels is burning anger, like a fire in her chest. Clarke was putting her brave face on. The one that she used when she wanted to curl up and cry, but won't until she was alone. Raven had been worried of this happening. Of him hurting her. But she had pushed all her worries aside when Octavia approached her with Operation Freckles, all this didn't make sense. For what Octavia told her, Bellamy was, at least, as in deep as Clarke was, then, what went wrong?

It didn't matter now, though. Seeing Clarke hurting only fed Raven's protective nature more. Clarke was family, and if there was one thing that Raven Reyes cherished above anything was Family. She hadn't have a chance to meet Bellamy yet, and now one thing was sure. Bellamy Blake would soon meet her beloved friend. Mr Fist. And she will make sure to leave an impression.

She stands up abruptly, "I'm gonna kill him."

[Octavia and the Boys]

When he got home the grin still on his face, Murphy felt, weirdly, kind of… elated. Not sure why, though. Still it must show on his face, because as soon as he enters their loft, Octavia comments,

"My, my, would you look at that, Murphs with blood on his nose and smiling happily.." she crosses her arms over chest, "A fist fight, seriously John? I thought we were over that time."

Murphy rolls his eyes, and Jasper grins, "He's bloody happy…" he says looking at the others expectantly, "See what I did there? Bloody cause he has blood- Okay, it was stupid," Jasper makes a face at them when they groan at his clever word game, "You look happy, though… So, I take that the girl accepted your apology?"

It was like opening a can of worms. Everyone in full attention and asking questions.

"What girl?" Asked Octavia.

"Apology? What did you do Murphy?" asked Miller.

"Oh, my god did you punch a girl?" that was Monty and Murphy turned at him in disbelief,

"Do you really think I would punch a girl?" Monty seems to think about it for a tad too long but finally has the decency to shake his head and look somewhat embarrassed to even think something like that.

"Well, Murphy here, bought flowers so I assum-" Jasper starts,

"You bought flowers for someone?!" Octavia screeched jumping up from where she was sitting on the couch, "And they were for a girl?!"

Murphy rolls his eyes again, but the smiles won't leave his face, so it kind of doesn't have the usual effect –that now that he thinks about it, the usual effect involves them in rolling their eyes back at him, and now they were looking at him in a mix of surprise, confusion, and happiness for him –and maybe that's for the better. He shrugs, opening his mouth to say something snarky at their overeager interest, but right then the door burst open again and Bellamy walks in.

His friend stands in the doorway looking rattled and miserable.

Octavia, that had been punctuating each question directed to Murphy by coming closer to where he stood, walks over to her brother instead, and tentatively reaches out to touch his shoulder, "Bellamy?"

Bellamy looks at her, still with a vacant expression, "I ruined everything," he says and sidesteps her to walk to his room not looking or talking to anyone.

A/N: Hey me loves, I really hope you'll like this chapter... I'm very fond of this one, Writing Murphy's and Jasper part gave me so many feels *-* Basically this whole thing was a bath in feels so, yeah... Comments are love 3