"yu laik so pretty! (You are so pretty!)"
"Mochof Madi." Smiled Clarke as she adjusted one strap of her top, then looked in the mirror, wondering if she was going to style her hair, while at the same time knowing full well she wouldn't. It was one of the reasons she had cut her hair from the middle of her back to jaw length; it was far more manageable.
"You're welcome." Madi grinned from where she was lying on her stomach on Clarke's bed kicking her lower legs and resting her head on her hands.
"Right go and get your backpack and I'll be down in a minute okay?" Clarke said and Madi rolled off the bed and skipped from the room.
Clarke watched her go and then pulled a small tube from her dressing table drawer. She read the hand written label with a tiny sad smile.
"You were a cute red head. A little tube of temporary fire for you love. X"
Tearing her eye's away from the familiar handwriting she squeezed a small blood of red paste out onto her finger and began to rub it into the small section of hair behind her ear which was already stained a pale red colour but because almost scarlet as the paste took hold.
Just a small reminder.
A small comfort.
"Madi! teik's ge going en see your grand nomon! (Madi! Let's get going and see your grand mother!)"
Clarke pulled up outside the Dropship, a bar in the middle of Arkadia State's southside.
She hadn't been there since she was nineteen using a fake ID, that she had made herself, to get served.
She tugged nervously at her skirt, wondering if it was too short.
Then she remembered where she was. What she was wearing was practically tame for the Dropship scene. A velvet skirt that stopped between her mid thing and hips, a black vest top, and fishnets. She wasn't usually a fishnets kind of girl, but these one had such small holes that unless you got close it just looked like a normal pair of tights.
She also had her patchwork leather jacket with her and was wearing her combat boots.
"C'mon Clarke. What're you doing? Just go home." She muttered to herself, looking at the glowing blue sign for the bar.
"No. We talked about this. You are not allowed to become a shut in."
Damn that little voice.
And before she could hesitate any more, Clarke walked forwards and through the Dropship doors.
It was packed.
Clarke couldn't remember it ever being this busy when she had been here last.
She stuck to the edge of the dance floor and made her way through the crowds of people, craning her neck to try and spot Raven, or Octavia or Monty or just anyone she recognised.
As she squeezed past a couple making out against the bar, a hand tapped her on the shoulder. It was the bartender. He was tall, with dark hair longer than hers and a scar on the right side of his face.
"Are you Clarke?"
She frowned slightly but nodded.
"Raven told me to look out for you. She's at the table in the corner." He then slid a bottle across the bar to her "She also said your first one's on the house."
"Thanks." Clarke said, raising her usually quiet and calm voice so that she could be heard over the noise of the music and crowd.
She grabbed the beer and made her way in the direction that the bartender had pointed.
She could see Raven now, as well as Monty and Harper, Octavia and Lincoln and Murphy along with two girls she didn't know.
As she laid eyes on her old friends, Clarke suddenly grew nervous.
What if she had been gone too long?
What if she didn't fit in the group anymore?
What if they all hated her for leaving?
"Clarke!"
It was Harper who had spotted her first. The honey blonde girl got up from where she had been cuddled into Monty's side and all but ran to Clarke, pulling her into a bone crushing hug which Clarke gratefully returned.
Next came Harper's boyfriend Monty, then Raven. Murphy gave her a mock salute but a genuine smile (or as genuine as Murphy could look) and Lincoln gave her a small smile and nod.
"Clarke come here" Raven pulled her over to the table and pointed towards one of the two girls Clarke didn't know "This is Emori."
Emori raised her glass in greeting and said
"Hi. I've heard a lot."
When she smiled at Clarke it made the tattoo that covered a large part of the left side of her face crinkle where it came near her mouth.
"And this" Raven pointed at the other girl "Is Lula."
Lula had bouncing red curls that just brushed the tops of her shoulders and piercing ocean eyes. She was pale, beautiful and appeared to be the youngest one at the table. Clarke suspected she was no older than twenty, given that she was the only one there without an alcoholic drink.
Lula looked a lot more reserved than Emori and acted so in her greeting, merely giving her a small smile and a soft
"Hey."
Before she leant back into Murphy's side as he slung an arm round her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.
So, Lula must be the current Murphy girlfriend.
And Emori must be the ex Murphy girlfriend.
Finally Clarke's eyes fell on Octavia. The two locked eyes for a moment before Octavia gave her a slightly stiff smile and said in her serious voice
"Welcome back Clarke."b
Okay.
So at least they seemed to be on speaking terms. That was a good sign.
The next couple hours were filled with reminiscence, catching Clarke up on what she had missed in her three year hiatus and Clarke awkwardly answering questions without giving away things she'd rather avoid for now.
Suddenly Clarke felt a presence behind her chair and an all to familiar voice said
"Looks like you're in my seat Princess."
Hi guys!
Usually I put a note in the first chapter but I was in such a rush to post it I forgot oops haha.
So a few things
1. This story contains trigger warnings involving, death, stalking, sexual assault and sexual harassment. There may be more warnings in future.
2. Bellarke is my otp BUT... I'm also perfectly happy in a weird way with them having the close type of bond they have on the show without them being explicitly romantic. idk why.
3. I really love to hear people's feedback. Thoughts, likes, improvements, ideas of what you would want to see etc. let me know by review or pm x.
4. There will be more action soon promise.
More soon.
Geronimo xx