Bellamy couldn't seem to let Clarke go. The stone was digging into his back and she was short of breath, either from her climb or from his vice grip, he wasn't sure. He could feel her racing pulse in her neck, where he had buried his face. He wasn't exactly kissing her, but his lips were definitely on her skin, which was soft and sweet, hidden under her hair.

It had felt like some kind of divine sign when he saw her on the edge of the bluff, hiking through the thick brush and scanning the horizon with a hand shielding her eyes. He almost thought he had been hallucinating as he watched Clarke take in the view. She was just as awed as he knew she would be, and although this hadn't been his original plan on how to show her Bell Tower, it was probably better.

"So how'd you find me?" He whispered against her skin.

"You drew me a map," Clarke chuckled breathily, and Bellamy felt the sound more than he heard it. "What is this place, anyway?"

At that, Bellamy reluctantly pulled back with the intention to stand up, but got stuck staring at Clarke's eyes. How was it possible that he'd never realized how pretty they were until now?

Bellamy knew he'd been staring too long when Clarke blushed and slid off his lap, getting to her feet.

"Arkadia State Park," Bellamy said, joining her where she had walked to the edge of the rock spire. It made him nervous to see her so close, her toes sticking out over the ledge. The very thought of her slipping off and plummeting to her death made it hard to breathe.

"I knew that, dummy." Clarke reached over and whacked him, so Bellamy caught her wrist and clamped his hand down. It was strange how quickly he had grown protective over Clarke, although he sort of had been from the moment he met her. Only now, she seemed to mean so much more to him than a simple good samaritan project.

Clarke glanced down at his hand, at the cliff edge, then over the horizon. She wriggled her hand slightly so that Bellamy loosened his grip, enough for her to slide her hand into his and interlace their fingers. Bellamy watched her face as she watched the horizon. That small gesture was all he needed to know that she felt the same way about him as he did about her. That, and the little grin on her face that she couldn't seem to lose for the life of her.

"It's my secret spot in Arkadia State Park," Bellamy clarified.

"How secret can it be? You marked it on the map."

Bellamy chuckled. "I was young and dumb when I did that."

"How young?"

"Uh, probably fifteen? I dunno, I wanted to leave my mark on it, so I scratched it into the map."

Clarke giggled.

"What?"

"Oh nothing. I'm just imagining what you looked like at fifteen."

Bellamy guffawed and tugged Clarke around to face him, where she hid behind her other arm, laughing.

"Think that's funny, huh?" Bellamy teased, backing her up towards the edge.

"Bellamy! Bellamy!" Clarke hollered through her laughter, pushing back against him.

"I was a good looking kid, I promise."

"I bet you were!" Clarke said sarcastically, and Bellamy backed her a step closer. "Bellamy!" She shrieked, her tennis shoes scrabbling in the loose rock. She wrestled her hand out of his and resorted to wrapping her arms around his middle, hiding her face.

Now it was Bellamy's turn to laugh as he backed off the cliff, clutching Clarke close again.

"You dickhead!" She yelled, her face flushed. For a split second, he thought she was actually mad at him and his heart sunk, but then she slapped him and shook her head with an amused grin. "You're going to kill me."

"I would never hurt you, Clarke," Bellamy said, his tone switching serious in a split second. Clarke's face cleared and her eyes softened and he could see just how much that meant to her. He couldn't stand to live with himself if something he did ever hurt Clarke, he'd spent so much time trying to put her back together, not that she was broken, but she was in a rough patch of her life when they crossed paths.

"I know you wouldn't."

"Good. I'm here for you, Clarke."

She smiled and Bellamy knew that smile was just for him. Clarke didn't smile like that for anyone else. His chest swelled and the feelings he felt for this girl were so strong, it almost felt like he was going to burst. Never had he felt like this for a girl, but now instead of being scared of it, it bolstered his confidence, so he gave in to it.

He reached out and brushed a thumb along Clarke's cheek. Her skin was soft under his calloused fingers. Her eyes flickered uncertainly for a second before leaning into his touch. Bellamy knew she must see the intensity of his emotions playing over his face; they simply couldn't be internalized at this point.

Maybe that's what gave Clarke confidence to reach up and put her hands on his chest, to exhale and lean closer, to flutter her eyelashes closed.

Bellamy felt fourteen again, about to have his first kiss. Sweaty palms, tight chest, nerves tickling his stomach. Something told him this moment would be just as electric and world altering as his first.

Only, it didn't happen.

Just as Clarke's nose brushed his cheek and Bellamy closed his eyes, she pulled away. Her face left Bellamy's hand tingling and empty, like any icy wind had swept in to replace Clarke's warmth and light with a cold darkness.

Bellamy straightened, momentarily lost for words. Clarke quite literally took his breath away, but not in the way he had been expecting. This was the first Bellamy had ever been denied a kiss by a girl in his life, and it kind of felt like a slap to the face.

Uncertain what to say, Bellamy watched Clarke's back as she wrapped her arms around herself, as if suddenly cold. Maybe she felt it too, maybe she wanted Bellamy as much as he wanted her. But then, why would she pull away? Bellamy couldn't imagine a better place to share a romantic moment.

And then everything came rushing back in like a floodgate had been busted. Barely a month ago, Clarke had been assaulted. She was still reeling from that, and now Bellamy had swooped in like an overeager teenaged boy and brought all that back. That had to be it, and it left him feeling like the worst person on the planet. After Finn, of course.

"Oh Clarke," he breathed. "I'm sorry." He reached out a hand, wanting to pull her in and comfort her, only to remember that he was the reason she needed to be comforted. His arm flopped uselessly back to his side.

Clarke sniffled, her shoulders hunched. But then she took a deep breath, relaxed, and turned around.

Her big blue eyes were wet with unshed tears and her lips were forced into a tight smile. She reached out a hand which Bellamy readily fit into his, folding her fingers around his and stroking the back of her knuckles.

"Tell me how you found this place," she asked, leading him back to the edge of Bell Tower. Carefully, she lowered herself to the ground and sat on the edge, her feet dangling over. Bellamy, unwilling to release her, followed suit.

He wanted to say something about what had just transpired, but Clarke clearly didn't.

"It was a long time ago," he chuckled, gazing out at the blue ribbon that was the mighty Mississippi. "Want to hear the real story? Or the abridged version?"

"The real one, of course."

Bellamy squeezed Clarke's hand. "Well, I was twelve, and I had just gotten my first bike after I'd spent all summer mowing lawns and pulling weeds for the old ladies around the block. Anyway, I felt like- like I was unstoppable." Bellamy paused, remember one of the good memories of this childhood. "

It was fire engine red with little flames painted on the wheels. I even got one of those water bottle holders and felt so cool when I screwed it on there all by myself, using a real wrench and everything." The memory was still so fresh in his mind it felt like last week, not over a decade ago. "I taught myself how to ride it in the back alley, and then I was flying up and down the street like a maniac. It's a wonder I never broke my wrist. I felt like I was on top of the world, like I had all the freedom I could ever want and no one could get in my way."

Clarke chuckled.

"Picturing me at twelve now, too?"

She shook her head, but her cheeky grin told him all he needed to know.

"Anyway. I was mad at my mom for some reason, I don't even remember. That was back when we still lived in an apartment with her downtown. So, I packed up my school backpack with Ritz crackers and a blanket, and took off. I hadn't been farther than a few blocks from our apartment at that point. I really had no idea where I was going, but I remembered going on a school day trip to a park, Arkadia State Park, so I biked the direction I thought it was. Long story short, I got lost, ended up getting a ride from this old lady, who dropped a child off, alone, at a state park, at sunset."

"You biked out on that highway?" Clarke's concern was endearing.

"I don't even remember. I just remember I was so exhausted, I slept on a picnic table once I got here, and in the morning, I started wandering the trails. But I was too much of an idiot to try and follow the map, not that I could have read it anyways, so I set off on my own. Then one thing led to another, and here I was. I spent probably three hours thinking of a name for this place."

"Bell Tower is pretty clever," Clarke complimented.

Bellamy laughed and Clarke turned a questioning eye to him.

"I didn't come up with Bell Tower for a couple of years."

"What was it originally?"

Bellamy wrinkled his nose, feigning embarrassment. "Really want to know?"

Clarke turned to face him, pulling one leg up over the edge so it landed in Bellamy's lap. "Of course. Tell me!"

He rolled his eyes. "It's bad, I don't think you're interested."

"Bellamy Blake!"

"You sure?"

"Yes!" Clarke leaned forward, gripping his biceps and shaking him, her face eager instead of hurt now, and Bellamy knew he had succeeded at his one goal; to cheer Clarke back up.

He let out a long sigh just to make Clarke even more impatient. "I originally called it Blake's Cake and Steak."

Clarke furrowed her brow." What?"

"I told you it was bad."

"What does that even mean?"

Bellamy laughed, "Something contrived from the mind of a very hungry twelve-year-old with a limited vocabulary who thought you could open a restaurant on a clifftop."

"Oh, Bellamy." Clarke leaned against him, seeming to have no hard feelings about his attempt to kiss her a minute ago. "It would be a good place for a restaurant. It'd have the most beautiful view."

"You're right, it sure would. But a building would sort of ruin it, you know?"

"Mhmm. Leave nature natural," Clarke agreed.

Bellamy sighed and contemplated wrapping an arm around Clarke's waist. Her shoulders? Then decided not to press his luck and leaned back on his hands, planting them firmly on the rock to hold himself and Clarke up.

The cicadas were starting up their evening song in the trees as the sun traveled towards the Western horizon. The landscape was truly gorgeous and it made Bellamy feel almost guilty that he hadn't taken the time lately to stop and appreciate the beauty of the world around him. He'd been so busy lately, but, well, he had been appreciating one beautiful thing in his life…

"Hey Bellamy?"

"Yeah Princess?"

Neither of them moved as Clarke paused before speaking again. "I just want to say I'm sorry. For pulling away from you. That probably hurt, but I didn't mean it to, I was just-"

"No, that was my fault. I came at you with no warning and that probably-"

At that, Clarke did sit up and interrupt. "No warning? I'd be a blind fool to say you gave me no warning."

Now Bellamy was confused, so he kept his mouth shut. He could see the wheels turning in behind Clarke's eyes as she looked just to the right of his head, trying to find her words.

"I wasn't scared of you, if that's what you think!" She suddenly burst out, looking almost offended that that had been his conclusion. "Bellamy, you are the one person I have never ever been scared of in my life. You make me feel safe, safer than even before any of-" she gestured in the air, insinuated her assault, "-this happened."

Those words made Bellamy's stomach warm. "Really?"

"Yes, really, you big dummy. You're pretty much the best person I know."

That was high praise that left Bellamy speechless for a second time, so he just grinned and Clarke scoffed fondly. She reached out and ruffled his hair, which made Bellamy groan and Clarke chuckle.

"You're a dog, Bellamy Blake!"

Bellamy's only response was to lean more into Clarke's touch. Her hands on him ignited something, something was only growing each day he spent with her. But if Clarke wasn't ready to do anything except play with his hair, that would be enough. At least, that's what Bellamy told himself as he struggled not to let his mind wander.

After a moment of sitting with his thoughts raging against the inside of his head, Bellamy had to ask, because not knowing was going to be worse than anything Clarke could say. "Why did you pull away, then?"

Her hand stilled before slowly sliding away. Bellamy looked at her, watching as her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. Bellamy considered himself a patient man, but waiting for Clarke's reply tested him.

"I-" she started, then shook her head. A single tear snuck out the corner of her eyes and she swiped it away before it could leave a trail down her cheek.

Bellamy looked out over the vibrant autumn deciduous trees that blanketed the river bluffs. Clarke's reply almost got lost in their whispering leaves.

"I don't deserve you, Bellamy."

Well, that was the most outrageous thing he'd ever heard. So much so, he almost burst out laughing before he took another glance at Clarke's face. She looked at him with a kind of resigned longing, her eyes huge and swimming with tears she refused to let fall.

"Clarke, you deserve the world," Bellamy whispered.

She smiled softly, and this time, when the tears slipped out of her eyes, she let them fall, keeping her hands knitted in her lap. The setting sun made her hair glow golden and she looked like a literal fucking angel.

Bellamy couldn't keep his hands from reaching out to her, but when he grasped her shoulders, she stiffened and looked away. Bellamy dropped back like he had been struck.

"Why do you think that?"

Clarke looked at him like he was stupid. She waited, as if the answer should have occurred to him by now, but when she saw it hadn't she took a shaky breath and said, "Because you are amazing, Bellamy. You are sweet and compassionate and kind and gentle and honest and good. You have the biggest heart and this- I don't know. You somehow always seem to do the right thing, even if no one knows it was the right thing until after the fact. You are simply the best person I have ever met."

Bellamy watched her eyes soften and her hand came up and grazed his cheek, but dropped away as she turned towards the ground.

"And I'm a fuckin' wreck. I can't-"

Bellamy was not about to listen to Clarke talk down about herself, cutting her off before she even got started.

"Clarke, you are the best person I have ever met. You are so strong and brave. You're loyal and smart and funny and sarcastic in the best way. You are a literal Princess. A badass one, so don't think for a second that you don't deserve something, because Clarke, you've got it backwards. The world doesn't deserve you."

She softened under his words, but wouldn't meet his gaze. Her fingers fidgeted with pebbles on the ground as her breath came shakily.

"Clarke, look at me," Bellamy gently pleaded. He needed her to know the truth, he needed her to know that if anyone was undeserving, it was him.

After a long moment, she looked up, but kept her head down. Bellamy reached out and cupped her face, and much to his relief, she didn't pull away or flinch.

Ever so slowly, he leaned down and kissed a tear off her cheek before pulling back. He lowered his forehead to touch hers and closed his eyes, matching his breathing to hers. Clarke's nose brushed against his for the second time today, but this time, Bellamy didn't move. It was enough to be close to her right now, to have her understand that he truly was here for her. That he would never push anything on her, that he was patient and understanding, and good, just like she had said he was.

He was so focused on the feel of Clarke's hairline under his fingertips and the steady slowing rhythm of her breathing that her lips took him by surprise. Luckily, he had enough sense not to pull away, but rather let her kiss him, let her take the lead.

Clarke's lips were featherlight for a moment, just barely brushing against Bellamy's. Her breathing stopped altogether as she pressed a little harder, turning her head to achieve a better angle, and a feeling that made Bellamy's toes tingle in a way they hadn't before.

Her hand reached around the back of his neck, pulling him close, tilting his head just the way she wanted it while her fingers played with the little hairs at the nape of his neck.

Bellamy didn't do anything that Clarke didn't ask for. She kept the kiss chaste, close mouthed but insistent. Only when she snaked her fingers up the back of his head did Bellamy make a noise. His mouth opened and Clarke pulled away slightly, giggling ever so softly.

Bellamy opened his eyes to see her sweet face, tear streaked but smiling. He brushed his thumb along her cheekbone, knowing full well he was grinning like a fool.

"You know how I am with the hair," he whispered, afraid to fracture the moment.

"I do," Clarke whispered back. "That's why I did it."

Bellamy chuckled. His body was electric, tingling and wanting for more, but luckily had self control and morals, so he kept himself in check. A simple kiss from Clarke did more to him than sex with Echo had done. That thought was both terrifying and thrilling.

"Hey Bellamy?" Clarke asked.

He slid his eyes back open, not even knowing when they had closed. "Yeah?"

"I'm happy," she said simply. The light struck her eyes horizontally, changing then from blue to a flashing silver.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Me too," Bellamy agreed, wondering if they could stay here forever.


Clarke was reeling, yet somehow managing to stand perfectly still and meet Bellamy's gaze. Looking at his face wasn't really that hard, because, come on, he was adorably gorgeous right now.

She'd really just gone from rejecting his advance, to crying, to kissing him, and the man still looked over the moon. Where on Earth had such an understanding person come from, because Clarke couldn't fathom it.

That brought back her original reason for distress, that Bellamy was far too good for her. He deserved a girl that could be just as great as him, he deserved someone who made him feel just as special as he made Clarke feel.

With that thought, Clarke looked away and stepped back, taking her hands from Bellamy and sliding them into her back pockets.

"The guys were counting on you for the dodgeball game tonight," she offered feebly. It was a lame excuse to break the moment and Bellamy knew it right away.

He groaned exasperatedly and rolled his eyes. "It's intramural dodgeball, Princess. They'll get over it."

Clarke eyed him as he leaned back towards her and her constitution crumbled. It was going to become a battle of who was more stubborn, and Clarke honestly didn't know who would come out on top.

She paced a step back, cognizant of the edge of the tower. "I dunno. That was the original reason I came out here; to bring you back in time for the game."

"Okay, but was that the only reason?" Bellamy asked, filling in the space she had vacated and then some. He had to know how intoxicating his closeness was to her.

"Well I-" Clarke started, but Bellamy's hands on her jaw made her words dry up in her throat. Clarke had, afterall, been taught that lying was wrong, so the next word out of her mouth was guilt free. "No."

"I didn't think so." Bellamy breathed the words onto her lips before kissing her again.

You never knew someone was a bad kisser, until you had been kissed by a good kisser. And Bellamy was just that. He maintained the perfect amount of pressure and the right angle, matching Clarke precisely, and above all else, didn't do anything that Clarke didn't want. She kept her mouth closed, for the most part, so Bellamy did too. She didn't touch anything other than his face and neck, so he didn't either.

His touch and closeness made all else slip from Clarke's mind as he became her only focus. But really, what else could take precedent over Bellamy?

"Still want to go to the dodgeball game?" Bellamy asked, pulling back.

Obviously not, Clarke felt like saying, but didn't. "We should. Well, you should."

Bellamy groaned again and Clarke had to believe it was because he'd miss the time with her. She knew he loved playing that game with his friends, even if they spent half of the time preventing Murphy from committing murder, or trying to get Jasper to actually throw a ball.

"I know I should," Bellamy agreed, "But I'd rather not."

Now it was Clarke''s turn to be coy. "Yeah? What would you do instead?"

Bellamy grinned playfully and tugged Clarke back towards him. However, before he could kiss her again, Clarke leaned her head back.

Bellamy shot her such a dirty look she had to laugh. "I only kiss dodgeball champions!" She explained primly.

"God, you'll never kiss me again then! Do you even know the team I have to work with?"

"Oh, they're not that bad! You guys almost won that one torment a few weeks ago."

Bellamy nodded, shifting from jovial to thoughtful at her words. "That feels like a lifetime ago."

"It does," Clarke agreed. "Really, it was only one football game, a pregnancy scare, a few gunshots, jail time and a hike in the woods ago."

Bellamy scoffed and rolled his eyes. "It was hardly jail time."

"Eh, we'll see what your background check shows next time you apply for a job."

"That'll be fun," Bellamy muttered.

Together, they climbed down Bell Tower and collected Bellamy's things which were heaped haphazardly around the base of the rock formation. Clarke carried his backpack while he bushwhacked them a new trail through the undergrowth to join up with the pre-existing trail that would lead them back down to where they had parked their vehicles.

"I just want to say that I'm glad you came out here, Clarke."

"Yeah?" Clarke smiled at him and he almost looked a little bashful, which Clarke found adorable. "I'm glad I came out here, too."

Bellamy dropped back to walk beside her and took her hand. The gesture already felt so natural and domestic that Clarke had to marvel at it. The simplest things made all the difference.

"And Clarke? If you ever say that you don't deserve me, I'll be royally pissed. I don't like liars."

Clarke couldn't reply, so she just squeezed his hand tighter.

The rest of the hike down the bluff was spent in companionable quiet, listening to the sounds of the forest and the dull thumps of their shoes on the trail. It was reminiscent of the times that Clarke used to hike the foothills around her childhood home with her father. The nostalgic memories and the warm feel of Bellamy's hand in hers made her calm in a way that had been missing from her life for months.

The peace of the moment was shattered by Clarke's phone. It started ringing in her back pocket just as the Jeep came into sight.

Clarke groaned, digging it out.

"Who's that?" Bellamy asked.

Clarke frowned. "It's my mom." As tempted as she was to ignore the call, her finger hovered over the green accept button. "I haven't talked to her in over a week."

"Go right ahead! I'll meet you back at the dorm, okay?"

"Yeah, bye Paris," Clarke smiled at him as he dropped her hand and moved towards Raven's Jeep.

Clarke accepted the call on the last ring, realizing that she had never told her mom about the shooting or any of the preceding events. Then again, her mom had never asked.

"Hey mom," Clarke greeted.

"Clarke! Hi! Finally got a chance to call you today." Abby's voice was competing with a steady hum of background noise, making it obvious to Clarke that she was calling from somewhere inside the hospital.

"Busy day?" Clarke asked, leaning against the minivan, watching Bellamy get into the Jeep and roll down the windows.

"You could say that," Abby chuckled, "I got pulled into back to back appendectomies, I haven't slept in over 25 hours."

"Jesus, is that even safe?" Clarke asked, only half listening. She had had the tendency to tune out her mother's talk of medical jargon since a young age, even though she was interested in the field herself.

"Eh, caffeine works wonders. But how about you? Living that college dream?"

"You could say that," Clarke said absently, watching Bellamy as he smirked at her, turning up the radio on some obscene rap station so that the Jeep quite literally shook on it's chassis.

"Good, good! Enjoy the first four years, because medical school and residency… well, just enjoy the easy years."

"Thanks Mom. Looking forward to it already," Clarke said dryly.

"Oh, I don't mean it like that. It's just different, is all. You have to work a lot harder and well… I'm not making it sound any better, am I?"

"No. You are not."

"Don't worry about it right now. But hey, I wanted to call you because I saw on the news when I was walking through the waiting room that there was a shooting in Minneapolis of a U of M student. I figured I would have gotten called if it was you," Abby chuckled.

Clarke smiled sadly at the ground. Her mom didn't want to call her just to check in and chat, she wanted to call because her daughter maybe got shot.

"No, it wasn't me, Mom," Clarke said.

"That's good. You don't know who it was, do you?" Abby asked.

"Yeah, I do, actually."

"Really, who- Oh just a second." The phone was muffled as Abby must have pressed it to her chest as she spoke to a colleague, her words still coming through the phone.

Clarke watched Bellamy flip through the missed messages on his phone while she waited to continue her conversation with her mother. He made a variety of funny faces as he read them, unaware of Clarke's eyes on him.

"Sorry about that, Clarke. What were you saying?"

"Uhm, oh! That it was my roommate who got shot. She just got out of the hospital this morning," Clarke said offhandedly, because she was growing a bit impatient with this conversation and wanted to see what her mother's reaction would be.

"Really? Oh my God! Are you okay, Clarke? Where was she shot? Did she have surgery?"

Clarke was pleasantly surprised by her mom's answer. She had asked about her daughter's well-being before launching into the medical side of things.

"I'm fine," Clarke said simply, not planning on telling her mother that she was present at the time of the shooting, nor that she was the indirect cause. "Raven was shot in the lower back, and yes, she did have surgery."

"Raven? Who's Rav- Oh! Your roommate Raven! Wow. That's really something. Is she paralised?"

Bellamy looked at Clarke and made a curious face.

"No, well, not completely. She had nerve damage, but they think it could regenerate eventually."

"Incredible. You should ask her if she would be willing to share her medical records, I would love to see them."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Well okay, I have to get back to work, but good to talk to you, Clarke."

"You too Mom. Get some sleep."

"Ah, later! Bye now!"

The line clicked off.

"By Mom," Clarke said to no one. Somehow, her mother always left her feeling disappointed. There was never an I love you to finish a phone call, nor a promise to call back soon. Clarke didn't know why she let it bother her anymore, because she wasn't expecting her mom to change. They had never been close, and probably never would be.

Even so, when the phone rang again a few seconds later, Clarke hoped her mother was calling to give her a proper goodbye.

"Yes?" Clarke answered.

"I'm so busy today, I forget to tell you the whole reason I called."

"What's that?"

"Well, of course you know Dr. Jaha, and his son, Wells."

Clarke frowned, that was a name she hadn't heard in a few years. "Yes?"

"Jaha accepted a teaching position at the University of Minnesota, and Wells was having a hard time fitting in at Oregon State University, so he is going to transfer to the U of M when his dad moves."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Don't sound so happy," Abby said sarcastically. "You and Wells were so close, I don't understand what happened between you two. Anyways, I told Wells you would be happy to show him around. He'll have a tough time switching schools mid-semester and I'm sure a familiar face will go a long way."

"Yeah, he sure will have a hard time. Seems like a pretty stupid thing to do, if you ask me."

"Clarke!" Abby scolded. "I told Wells that you would call him sometime in the next couple of days. He's supposed to move in on the last weekend of the month."

"Huh," Clarke said, unsure what to make of the news.

"Alright, now I really have to go. Bye Clarke."

The line turned dead for a second time, but Clarke didn't feel disheartened this time. She was too uneasy over the news her mother had just delivered.

Bellamy turned down the radio and called, "Why d'you look like your family cat just died?"

Clarke didn't respond.

"Oh shit, did your cat actually die?"

At least Bellamy could make her smile. "No, my mom hates cats."

"What is it then? The dog?"

"My high school boyfriend is transferring here at the end of the month, and my mom is trying to set us up again."

AN_

AHHH! They finally kissed! Aren't they just the cutest? I really hope everyone likes this chapter, but this isn't Bellamy and Clarke's happy ending just yet...

That being said, I have been procrastinating writing the final chapter of this story for about two months now. Maybe I don't want it to be over, or maybe I'm just a procrastinator... the world may never know. But chapter 40 will be the final 'official' chapter of Here For You. I'm still toying with the idea of an epilogue, but that's up in the air right now. You'll have to wait and see, I guess. :)

Thank you so so much for reading!

-Birch66724