Hello my loves! This hiatus is killing me. So I started writing an Echo story where she sees all the Bellarke but I didn't like it. Then I watched 10 Things I Hate About You which I LOVE and wrote this one. At first I didn't like it, but when I edited it honestly it grew on me so I decided to publish it. Hope you enjoy! Let me know if there is anything you want me to write about, honestly I love writing so much but the best concepts I don't even create y'all requested them!

Please leave a review :) -Macey

I hate the way you talk to me

"Clarke."

Her name came up out of his mouth a lot, but it didn't always mean the same thing.

There was the Clarke he used when he was annoyed. It came out in one quick syllable, a bitter taste with it that made her wanted her to storm away from him and his condescending tone.

There was the Clarke when he was amused. Laughter on the edge of his tongue as he said it, usually accompanied by a raised eyebrow that made it feel like bubbles were lifting her up..

There was the Clarke when he knew she was hurting. The times when her name had so many different meanings such as "I'm sorry" and "We can get through this" with his hand touching her shoulder.

There was the angry and sharp "Clarke" that stabbed her with a million daggers and made her want to scream at him to understand. That was almost the worst one.

Another was the pleading one. When his eyes were begging her for something and his voice was strained as he said her name. She could not say no it. She would give into him every time.

But the absolute worst was the way he said her name just now, when he walked into the med bay where she was sitting with her mother. When he said "Clarke I need you" and for a moment she imagined that she was the only thing in the world that he needed. She hated it because it wasn't true. She wasn't the only thing he wanted in this world. She hadn't been for a long time. Instead they were distant from each other most of the time while they were trying to build this community together. Bellamy was with Echo all the time. She had Madi. They never worked together.

She hated the control he had over her just by saying her name. It didn't matter what he wanted, she was going to agree.

He wanted to go on a scouting mission for tomorrow hunt. She could do that.

And the way you cut your hair

They sat in the jeep that they had just finished building. It was Raven and Clarke's new baby. They made small talk as they drove, but Clarke couldn't help but notice that his hair was so long now that it was hanging in his eyes. She wondered if Echo used to cut it for him when they were in space. That's what Clarke used to do for him, along with their other friends.

"You should cut your hair."

Bellamy looked over at her in the passenger seat of the jeep, giving her a bemused look.

"Yeah? What for?"

Clarke shrugged. "It's getting long."

"Don't like it long?" Bellamy asked, his hand going to swipe at the hair across his forehead.

"I liked it better when it was short. And the curls. I liked the curls."

Bellamy smirked. "Oh really?"

Clarke's cheeks tinged pink. "You do what you want. I don't care."

Bellamy chuckled, then added, "Maybe you could cut it for me when we get back? You seem pretty good at chopping all your hair off."

Clarke turned back to the window outside with a small smile. "Yeah I can do that."

I hate the way you drive my car

Clarke grinded her teeth together as she gripped the handle above the window tightly.

"Do you have to hit every hole in the ground?"

Bellamy nodded. "It's part of the job of being a scout. Land surveying."

"I don't like your sarcasm."

"I am being serious." Bellamy hit another hole for good measure. "Write that down."

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Please be careful with my baby, we spent too much time on making her work."

"Oh so the jeep's a she now? Did you name her too?"

Clarke mumbled out a name which made Bellamy laugh out loud. The very sound of it made her heart burst.

"Just be careful ok? We only got the one."

"Of course my lady," Bellamy replied before hitting another hole.

She glared at him.

"That one was an accident I swear!"

I hate it when you stare.

A familiar song came on through the speakers and Clarke turned it up so she could sing along. She laid her head against the window, belting along with Dolly Parton as she closed her eyes and let the warmth from the suns shine onto her face.

When her eyes fluttered open she felt his gaze on her.

It made her stomach drop. It made her hopeful. It made her angry. That was he looked at her, like she was his everything. It wasn't fair to her. Not when he was seeing someone else and she was alone every night. Not while she was trying to start a new community on a new earth and he was prancing around with some traitor.

She fell silent and the air in the car stiffened.

"Clarke, what's wrong?" he asked while he turned down the music. She turned away from him.

"Nothing. Just tired."

She tried to act normal, but the coldness was creeping in and she knew Bellamy could feel it. He tried to make small talk, but a shift had happened that couldn't be undone.

When they got back, they reported their findings and Clarke walked swiftly away.

"Clarke!" he shouted after, but she quickened her pace. He ran to catch up with her put his arm on her shoulder. "Clarke, why don't you come over to my room? We can have some drinks and talk about plans for tomorrow's scavenge."

He caught her hesitation, before she could answer he said, "I got some moonshine."

I hate your big dumb combat boots

She only went for the drink. That's what she told herself because moonshine was limited and she damn well deserved a drink.

She tripped over them when she walked into his room. His stupid boots were right in the middle of the floor for her to hit her toe on and she yelped out in anger.

"What the hell Bellamy, why can't you put your boots somewhere where people won't fall all over them?"

Bellamy went over and kicked them out of the way. "Sorry about that."

It was such an insignificant thing that made Clarke want to scream.

"You are always like this. Always in the way, never can take care of your stuff. We are trying to build a community-"

"Clarke-"

"-and you can't even take care of your own space! Do you know how much of the day I spend trying to solve problems and trying to make plans and I never see you even try-"

"CLARKE."

She stopped her rant and looked at him. Her heart was pounding as she met his dark eyes boring into hers.

"This isn't about the boots is it."

And the way you read my mind

He had an edge of concern in his voice. Of course he knew it wasn't him being unorganized that bothered her. God damn him and his ability to always know what she is thinking.

He reached out and grabbed her arms. She realized that she was shaking.

"Clarke tell me what is wrong. Please."

I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme

She felt feverish. Her body started to sway but he steadied her and brought her to the bed to sit down. Her knight in shining armor. Isn't that what Allie had called him all those years ago? But Allie was wrong, he didn't always stand by her side. His loyalty shifted and no longer was he her other half.

"Do you want me to get some water?"

Clarke shook her head. "I'm fine."

He sat down beside her. "Will you tell me what's wrong?"

Clarke sighed. If only she could tell him all of what she was feeling. How she broke a little inside every time that she saw him embrace Echo. How the ghost of his fingers on her back lingered after they did. How at night she was kept awake by thoughts of him laying beside her in her bed and how she longed for the day that he would brush past Echo and come to her arms instead.

"Nothing, you know my leg didn't fully heal, but it's fine, it's not a big deal."

Bellamy gave a little smirk.

Clarke looked at him puzzled. "What?"

"You're a poet and you didn't even know it," he said.

She pushed him, "I hate you."

I hate the way you're always right

He laughed before becoming serious again.

"Come on Clarke I know that's not it. Does it have something to do with Echo?"

He was right of course. It was everything to do with Echo. Echo and him. But she couldn't tell him that.

"No," she said, maybe a little to shortly.

"Is it me?"

There he was again, knowing that what she was thinking without really knowing.

"It's us...we aren't, I don't feel like we're us anymore."

He looked confused. "What do you mean we aren't us?"

"I mean nothing has been the same since, well since a hundred years ago before you went into space and we were a team. We were leaders together."

I hate it when you lie

"We are still the same team Clarke. I know that there has been some changes since then, but we are still the same old us."

"But we aren't Bellamy. We spent six years apart from each other. I left you to die."

"I forgave you for that-"

"But-"

"No Clarke stop. Yes we had bumps in the road, but when haven't we? We started out hating each other for God's sake but we always get past it. We always come back to us."

He was lying. She knew that he knew things weren't the same. Clarke didn't think they could ever be the same again, not with Echo being there. A constant reminder that they had drifted apart so much that Bellamy fell in love with someone who had once tried to kill Clarke.

I hate it when you make me laugh

Clarke shook her head. "I know that you want us to be the way that we were, and I do too. But we can't Bell, we can't!"

"Sure we can. Do you want me to go back to oiling my hair so it slicks back again? If that's what makes you feel more like how we were I'll do it."

Clarke let out a laugh.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

Even worse when you make me cry

He saw it instantly.

He touched her cheek so he could wipe it away. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second. How could he torture her like this? How could he not see that every touched her, every time that he said her name that she was dying inside?

"Clarke. "

I hate the way you're not around

She opened her eyes again to see him looking at her with such an intensity she thought she was going to disappear.

"I never get to see you anymore. I miss you."

"I can change that-" he started, but she cut him off.

"I didn't get to see you for six years. And a lot happened in our time apart. I was so alone and then I got Madi and had to raise her alone and you...well you..."

And the fact that you didn't call

"I thought you might of been dead," she continued. "I thought I had lost you forever without telling you that you were one of the most important parts in my life and that I would have been so lost and probably dead if it wasn't for you. And it killed me inside to think that. So I called you on the radio. Every day. I called you every day hoping that you would respond."

"I know."

Clarke looked at him bewildered. Of course he would have known. Of course he would somehow figure out that she had poured her heart out to him with every call and that somehow he didn't think it was important enough to talk to her about. God he was the worst. She hated him so much. She hated that he would love someone that was a traitor and she hated how he acted like he didn't understand why this bothered Clarke. She hated him for being so damn clueless.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you

"I talked to you too Clarke. Every night when I would go to sleep, I would say a little prayer to you. I thought you were dead. So I every night I would look down on the earth and would tell you how much I wish you were there to help me get through the day."

And just like that the tears started to trickle down Clarke's cheek again.

He pulled her into a hug and she rested her head against his shoulder.

Not even close

"We'll get back to us," he said. His hands rubbed small circles on her back.

not even a little bit

And for the first time in a long time Clarke believed that was true.

not even at all.