So a longgg time ago Chloee0X0 asked for a second part of this fic where I explain why Clarke left and I was like hmm that might be depressing if I just did their fight, so I included a bit more about during the fight and a little after as well! Anyways if y'all have any more requests, be sure to comment! Some of my favorites that I have written were requests (like I love the camp one too guys, does that make me sound full of myself? oh well it is such a fun one). Love you all! -Macey

Before

Before Clarke, Bellamy's life was mundane. Before Clarke the only person he had to argue with was his sister. Before Clarke his life was way easier to be honest.

He was spending days going to classes and his night working at Dominos. He was just trying to get by, trying to get through school so he could move to a new city and start over. But Clarke had changed all that with one pizza delivery.

Ever since they allowed people to make special requests on their online orders, Bellamy would have to do all sorts of weird things. Tonight's said to send your cutest delivery driver. Bellamy's coworkers got a good chuckle out of that one.

He walked up to the house expecting a group of giggling high school girls to answer the door. Instead stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

"Hi," she smiled, and Bellamy forgot how to breathe for a second.

"I'm sorry, you said to send the cutest delivery driver but I was the only one driving tonight," he said, handing her the pizza.

"Looks like they got the order right to me," she winked, and Bellamy was gone.

Bellamy and Clarke were opposites in a lot of ways. She was messy while he liked to be clean. He liked to go out to drinks with his friends while she wanted to spend time with just the two of them. She was always running late while he liked to be at least ten minutes early.

They fought a lot, but when things were good they were great. So despite their differences, they moved into together, and after school ended they headed to a new city together. They lived in an apartment not far from where Bellamy's sister lived. They both got jobs and would come home at night and sit on the couch and drink tea together. They would fall asleep and wake up in each other's arms.

But one day Bellamy found himself wishing he was no longer with Clarke. He wanted someone who wouldn't fight with him over everything. He wanted someone who didn't get so jealous. He wanted someone who didn't get mad at him when he came home late.

Those thoughts kept creeping into his mind every once in awhile. He regretted them as soon as she would climb into his lap and he would kiss her hair and he realized he was so in love with her. But somehow they would always come back. They began to fight more and more.

It was a Friday when some coworkers had invited him out for drinks. It had been a hard week and damn he thought he deserved one. Or two. Or enough to get him tipsy and have to take an uber home.

She was sitting on the couch when he got home. She paused the show when he walked in, frowning at him.

"Where were you?" she asked, the bitterness seeping into her words. Bellamy quickly sobered up, knowing what was coming.

"Some coworkers and I went out for drinks."

"And you didn't think about telling me?"

Bellamy walked away from her, grabbing a cup from the cupboard to get himself a drink of water. "Well I knew that you wouldn't want me to go."
Clarke crossed her arms. "That's what you're going with."

Bellamy shrugged. "That's the truth."

"I haven't seen you all week Bell, did you think that maybe I would want to spend time with you?"

Bellamy sighed. "We can spend time tomorrow together."

"You have that work baseball game."

"Then Sunday!" Bellamy's voice was getting steadily louder. He could tell that she was furious with him and he found it ridiculous.

"That's great Bellamy. It's nice that you'd rather spend time with your work friends then your girlfriend. I bet Echo was there wasn't she."

"What does she have to do with it?"

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Please Bellamy, she's all over you all the time and you just accept it! She wouldn't even know you were seeing someone if I hadn't introduced myself at the Christmas party."

"Jesus Clarke, why do you have to be jealous at everything?! Why can't you be normal?"

"Normal? What the fuck is that supposed to mean Bellamy?"

The alcohol in his system fueled his anger as he spat the words out. "I mean why can't you not be a fucking bitch all the time?! Why can't you stop being so clingy and let me live my life?! Am I allowed to have one without you Clarke?!"

"FUCK YOU BELLAMY!" Clarke picked up the picture frame beside her on the coffee table and lobbed it at his head. It sailed passed him and hit the wall, shattering onto the floor.

Bellamy turned to her, eyes wide with rage. "WHAT THE FUCK CLARKE?! THIS IS WHAT I MEAN, YOU ARE PSYCHOTIC!"

Clarke stormed passed him. He threw up his hands, wanting to punch a wall. He was getting an awful migraine from the drinking and from yelling and he needed the pounding to stop. He took another swig from his glass, closing his eyes to try to get it to stop.

When he opened them Clarke was walking past him, suitcase in tow. The door slammed behind her. He stared at the spot where she was, his mind still whirling.

During

He couldn't comprehend that she had left. She hadn't said a word. His anger vanished, replaced with guilt. Her show was still paused. There was the bowl of popcorn laying on the coffee table. She had left.

He was dizzy. He found himself laying down on the couch where Clarke had been laying just twenty minutes earlier. Waiting for him. His eyes drifted shut, wanting the headache to go away.

When he would wake up he would forget for a minute where she was. And then he would feel even more awful than he had the night before. He tried to call her. She didn't pick up.

He tried again. And again. But it went straight to voicemail every time.

He was falling into pieces. How many times had he wished that it was over? And now that it might of been, he wanted her back.

He kept telling himself that she was going to come back that day. But one day turned to two and three. He fell asleep each night with his head on her pillow and her in his mind. He found himself scrolling through his phone, looking at the pictures that they had taken together. There was the one with her at the zoo in front of the penguins because she was so excited to see them. There was the one they took on their way to a wedding. His favorite was the one where she was taking a selfie with his phone and he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

God he was so in love. How could he ever let her walk out of his life like that? How could he ever of thought that life would be better without her in it? She was his everything. The best part of his day. Somehow he didn't see that.

Everyone around him noticed how miserable he was. At work he talked to no one. He wouldn't answer his friend's requests to go out. Instead he made himself miserable missing her.

On the sixth day he cleaned up the broken frame. He went to Target and found the exact same frame and put the picture back where it belonged.

His sister noticed when she came over the next day to check on him. She asked if that was really a good idea. He ignored her. She was trying to convince him that Clarke wasn't going to come back, but he couldn't give up hope. She had to come home.

It was one nine days after she left when he was standing at the kitchen, making the tea that he made every night, when he heard the door open. His heart stopped beating. He turned around and there she was.

She was staring at him, her bright eyes filled with tears and her suitcase in her hand.

For a second he thought he was hallucinating. He took a step forward towards her. She came crashing into his arms.

He wrapped his arms tight against her waist, afraid that he would wake up and it would be a dream. But she was solid in his arms, wrapped around his neck sobbing into his shoulder. He buried his nose into her hair, kissing her head lightly, leaving a trail of gentle kisses down until he reached her face. He kissed each tear on her cheek before she opened her eyes to look at him.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, I was being awful to you," he replied, pecking her on the lips.

She pulled away quickly. "I chucked a picture frame at you."

Bellamy leaned his forehead against hers.

"You can chuck a dozen frames at me, just never leave me again."

After

Clarke and Bellamy were opposites in many ways, but they couldn't be more perfect for each other. Some weekends they would go out with Bellamy's coworkers but some would be spent with Clarke snuggled into his side. She would be late to grab lunch with him, but it was ok because he would already have her meal ordered for her.

He was her everything and he made sure she knew that every single day. They would sit down at the end of the night and drink tea and talk about their days and what their plans were for the weekend. She would start to yawn and he would pick her up, carrying her to their bed. He would crawl into his side, her curling up against him. And every night with her in his arms, he reminded himself that he was the luckiest guy in the world.