Most of the house was unpacked, Lincoln took the dogs for a walk so she could finish up. She took the last of the garbage out to the small garage, which was now overflowing with trash. When she moved in the house, it was evident it hadn't been cleaned in some time, and after hours of cleaning and unpacking she officially was done and was pretty sure she was throwing away more than what she moved in with. However it felt good, clean up, throw out, start over. It was just what she needed.
She planned on making dinner just wanted to lay down for a minute. That's where Lincoln found her when he came home, sprawled out on the couch. He threw a blanket over her and ordered take out. She didn't even stir slightly till the coffee pot turned on the next morning.
They carried all the garbage out to the curb, Roscoe and Callie running around their feet. After a few trips they were done, Clarke opened the door letting Roscoe in before her, pausing when she didn't see Callie. She let out a whistle and Callie came running from Bellamy's yard to the door.
"Callie! You stay in our yard!" Clarke scolded, Callie hung her head knowing she was in trouble, the dogs went in the front door and out the back door into there fenced in area with toys in there mouths. Lincoln headed up to take a shower while Clarke started breakfast, she turned the stove on before cracking eggs in the non-stick pan. She threw the shells in the trash just as someone assaulted her front door.
She hurried to the door, the pounding was increasing in intensity on the door and in her chest. She feared something was really wrong, yanking the door open. There stood Bellamy Blake, mad as ever.
"What's wrong?" She asked trying to gain control of her heart rate.
"Your dogs were in my yard." he growled.
"My dog's are in the backyard" she replied.
"Well at some point they weren't, because I stepped in shit this morning going to my truck." he ground out through clenched teeth.
Clarke stood there quietly. He was mad and that was evident but in her opinion he was blowing it out of proportion. She even went as far as opening her mouth to tell him that was her opinion before she stopped herself, last thing she needed was an argument in her doorway.
"I'm sorry, I'll make sure they stay in my yard" she replied.
A loud sound made her jump, the fire alarm. She turned jogging into the kitchen leaving Bellamy on the front porch, door open. She pulled the now burnt eggs off the stove dropping the pan in the sink before heading back to the door.
"They come in my yard again and I'll call animal control." He growled stomping off to his truck.
She shut the door quietly, leaning against it, she could hear his truck peel out of the driveway. She sighed looking at the back door. Both dogs sat in the window holding a toy in their mouth. She shook her head walking towards them and opening the door. They came in running around her, jumping on her and licking her.
"You two, please behave, please. I don't want any problems, I need this fresh start" she pleaded.
"What's burning?" Lincoln asked entering the kitchen.
"Eggs, my new beginning" she sighed getting another skillet from the cabinet.
"I heard your neighbor, he seemed extra nice this morning" Lincoln chuckled. She just shot him a look before making breakfast for the second time.
They headed out, Clarke in search of a job and Lincoln to see the sights. She locked the house up startled by a voice yelling across the street.
"You must be Clarke, the keeper of the mutts" she turned to see a woman , tall, tan, beautiful and standing with a smile.
"Yeah "Clarke replied with a sigh.
" I'm Raven, nice to meet you, don't mind Bellamy he's just uptight. I told him it was good luck to step in shit, after I stopped laughing of course. You should have seen him dragging his foot across the yard, it was priceless, I wish I got it on video"" she chuckled.
Clarke and Lincoln both laughed with her. She was funny and upbeat. Lincoln introduced himself before Raven announced she was late to work and they all went there separate ways.
"I like her" Clarke told Lincoln as they climbed in the car.
"There are a lot of pretty women here, I'm more partial to Ms. Blake" he smiled.
"I didn't mean like that"
"Oh I know, But I did" he assured her.
Clarke combed the streets, handfull of resumes, and full of hope. After she covered most of the town she was starting to lose hope.
Jobs were far and few between, she was coming down to her last few stops. She entered the novelty shop, had a bit of everything. She looked around and stopped seeing the dark haired neighbor Octavia.
"Hey, I was wondering if you guys are hiring?"
"We are, nights though. 5-11 pm, something you would be interested in?"
"Yeah, I have to pay the bills, can't be picky. Plus only got the dogs waiting on me and they will be fine" She smiled, half out of relief that someone was considering hiring her and half excited that she was headed home after this.
"Perfect. You start tomorrow be here at quarter to 5" Octavia smiled. Clarke tried to hand her a resume.
"I don't need that, see you tomorrow" she finished before sliding a box off the counter and heading into the back.
Clarke was ecstatic she found a job.
"You seem awful happy about a job that you don't need" Lincoln laughed.
"I do need it, I always hated that I wasn't allowed to work. If it wasn't for you sneaking me out the second story window all the time I would've died of boredom. I want to fit in, I don't want people to know anything about me, that's why I left."
"I know a fresh start, a seven figure bank account and your gonna work at some little shop in town probably for minimum wage, just strikes me as funny. From evening gowns to overalls."
"Lincoln" she cut him off, he could tell he hit a nerve.
"Sorry" he stated slipping his hands in his pockets as they walked in silence.