It had been a few months since Bellamy and Clarke parted ways with Roma and Finn. Clarke and Bellamy were still just friends, a slight bit more awkward then before, they were so concentrated on not getting too close that they were pushing each other away more often then not.

Octavia rushed around the house, she was supposed to be meeting Lincoln in the next hour. Clarke slipped past her as she made her way into the bathroom.

"You all ready? Octavia asked.

"Yup, just waiting on you" Clarke said heading for the kitchen. Bellamy leaned against the counter in shorts that were hanging loosely off his hips, and a bowl of cereal in his hand. She smirked taking his appearance in.

"Like what you see?" Bellamy teased, Clarke could feel her cheeks heat up.

"Bell, get over yourself" She replied, receiving a chuckle.

"Where are you off too dressed like that?" He asked.

"Dressed like what exactly?" She asked raising her eyebrow.

"Uh, I don't know, like that, all sexy and what not" he said gesturing to her outfit with his hands.

"Bellamy, its a shirt and jeans"

"Clarke, your jeans couldn't be any tighter, and your shirt, well let's just say I can see enough of you to ensure you will cross my dreams tonight."

"Ugh, don't be an idiot" she said shaking her head.

"You didn't answer me"he pried.

"A double date with Octavia and Lincoln." She replied.

" A double date meaning?"

"Meaning I have a date also, that is how it works" she replied.

"With who?"

"Bell don't start, Octavia let's go!" Clarke called to the his sister.

"Not till you tell me with who?" Clarke just shook her head ignoring him.

"Is it Wick?" He asked sounding pissed.

"Bell, Wick and Raven are kinda having a thing, or whatever so no" she replied.

"Clarke tell me" he stated.

"Or what Bell? What is the big deal?, it's nothing and I don't need you making it into something before it has a chance at being anything." She replied evading his question again. She wiped the counter down quick listening to him put his bowl in the sink. Silently willing herself to not yell at him for the ice cream toppings he left out on the counter from earlier.

"What is the big deal, only reason I can think of is it must be someone I know" he stated. She tossed the towel next to the sink and turned to grab the whipped cream and chocolate syrup off the counter and return it to the fridge, she didn't get far before he grabbed her playfully, trapping her in the corner of the counters. She looked at him his eyes meeting hers. Wearing these heels were paying off, she liked being the same height as him.

"Tell me" he stated resting his hands on her waist.

"And if I choose not to?" she asked. She watched his eyes travel to the whipped cream can, she looked at him with wide eyes, she should have put it in the fridge before wiping the counter down. He held her tight to the counter with one hand as he grabbed the can with the other.

"Don't even think about it Bell, I took time to get ready, It's almost time for us to leave. I don't have time to choose a different outfit." she pleaded.

"Tell me" he smirked.

"No, it's none of your business" she replied. She watched him turn the can towards her, shaking her head no at a rapid rate. He lifted his hand shaking the can and moving it towards her. He put a little on the tip of her nose, making the glare she was sending him look ridiculous, and he couldn't hide his smile. She swiped it off her nose wiping it on his bare chest.

"Clarke" he said bringing the can towards her again. She struggled trying to pull away from him, her laughter came out as more of a screech.

"What is going on out there?" Octavia yelled.

"Your brother, he's, he's just stupid" Clarke said between breaths, she laughed as he held on to her. She heard him shake the can again.

"Last chance princess" he stated.

"Okay, Okay" she said. She stood up like she was going to tell him before grabbing the can and spraying him. He had it down one side of his face and across his chest. He paused long enough for her to run. Just as she screeched running past the couch, Lincoln and her date walk in the door. Bellamy and Clarke too caught up in the moment to notice the new arrivals as Bellamy jumped over the couch and threw her onto it. He straddled her spraying the whip cream down her shirt and over her face as she screeched and fought him for the can. There was whipped cream everywhere and they were still fighting over a can that was surely empty when someone clearing their throat caught there attention. The both looked up at the door. Lincoln and Clarke's date watching them, clearly amused.

"Shit" Clarke said getting up quickly and dumping Bellamy on the floor.

"What the hell happened?" Octavia's voice came from the other side of the room.

"Your brother happened, Bellamy this is my date, Bellamy meet.."

"Roan" Bellamy finished standing.

"You've met?" Clarke asked.

"Yeah, he used to work with us" Bellamy said shaking Roan's hand. Roan looked at Clarke motioning to Bellamy.

"Are you two..together?"

"No, and if you give me two seconds I'll change this shirt, get cleaned off and we can get going" She replied with a smile heading for the hallway. Bellamy wiped his face with a towel from the kitchen, before heading down the hallway too. He could hear Octavia talking to the guys.

He stopped at the bathroom door watching her wipe her self down. She met his gaze in the mirror.

"There's days I wonder why we are friends" she smiled. He stood behind her taking the cloth from her and getting some off her neck. His touch sent chills through her. She hated him some days, hated how no matter how mad he made her she couldn't stay mad for long. One smile and everything that pissed her off was erased, she was right back to his best friend.

She turned to face him.

"There's days I wonder how come we aren't more" He replied, his voice low as he brushed her hair to the side, moving his hand to cup the side of her face. He leaned in brushing his lips over hers. She looked at him, her expression unreadable.

"Don't let it go to your head, you just missed some whipped cream" he smiled letting his thumb graze her lips lightly. She was pissed, he could see it easily. She stood up straighter.

"Don't wait up" she stated, the fire burning in her eyes as she ducked under his arm and down the hall.

He heard the door slam signalling she left. He laid on his bed for awhile wondering what the hell that was. He successfully avoided close proximity with her for months, fighting the urge to kiss her since that night on the porch. The thought of her going on a date was eating him alive, then with Roan of all people. He wasn't a bad guy, but he wasn't good enough for Clarke. He wasn't someone who could sit on the couch for hours with her and watch stupid romantic comedies, he wasn't the kind of guy to make dinner for her, or listen to her stories, or goof off with her. He secretly hoped she would have just stayed home with him, she didn't even kiss him back. Bellamy sighed. He stood looking in the mirror.

"What is it that he has and I don't?" he asked himself. He ran a hand over his face. Shaking his head.

"Bellamy, get over it, that's what she would say" he smirked at his reflection before heading out to the kitchen, calling the guys and pouring himself a drink.

...

Sometime after midnight Clarke and Octavia walked in locking up behind them. Bellamy was still at the table, joined by Wick, Jasper, and Monty. They had all been drinking for awhile.

Clarke and Octavia slid there shoes off and changed quick before entering the kitchen and leaning against the counter, watching them play cards.

"How was your night ladies?" Bellamy asked, he refused to move his gaze from his cards.

"I had fun" Octavia replied.

"Clarke?" nothing but silence answered him. He turned to look at her, she was looking at her phone ignoring him. He stood taking the phone from her. She looked up at him before walking away to Octavia's room. He was in the dog house, without a doubt. He couldn't help but notice she had on his soccer jersey, his last name across her shoulders, it was just big enough that it stopped mid thigh and worked as a night gown. He fought the smirk that wanted to cross his face as he followed her. She sat on the bed Indian style. He tossed her phone next to her, causing her to look up at him.

"Hey, I'm sorry I can be an idiot sometimes" he started.

"Bell, I'm not in the mood." She cut him off.

"Shitty date?" He asked quietly not expecting her outburst to follow.

"How could it be good? You ruined my outfit before I even got out of the house, then you have me pinned down on the couch when they come in. Then to top it all off you fucking kiss me before I leave. What goes through your mind Bellamy?" She yelled. Everyone in the kitchen just glancing at one another, trying their best to ignore the fight at the end of the hall.

"You should be thanking me, he's not your type anyway, he can't give you what you want Clarke, he isn't what you need" He yelled back. Octavia looked at Wick across the table with wide eyes. They all agreed now was a good time for a cigarette break, stepping outside quietly.

"Is that your expert advice?, the king of one night stands and friends with benefits? You have no idea what I want or need" She replied standing.

"I know it's not him!" he snapped.

"And I know it's not you!" she yelled slamming the door in his face. He went to open the door finding it locked.

"Open the door!" he replied receiving nothing but silence.

"Mother fucker" he yelled before punching the wall and slamming his own door.