Bellamy woke up on Octavia's couch. He laid there listening to the morning traffic on the street below, before standing and slowly making his way to the coffee pot. 'what would the world be without coffee pots on timers' he thought as he poured it into his cup. He slowly made his way to the balcony careful not to wake anyone, he grabbed a sweatshirt at the door and stepped out into the brisk morning air. It wasn't cold but it wasn't exactly warm yet either.
"Morning" a soft voice spoke from the balcony next to his. He turned to see Clarke sitting in one of her chairs with her knees pulled to her chest and her coffee resting on the table. Her hair was up in a messy bun and his sweatshirt was engulfing her, he let his eyes travel over her, taking his time to not miss any details. He finally met her eyes, she was looking at him like he was crazy, reality crashed in, suddenly reminding him to talk.
"Morning" he replied pulling a chair up next to the railing closest to her. They sat in comfortable silence with there coffee looking out over the city.
She couldn't help but think about the way his eyes took her appearance in when he first saw her, his dark eyes were partially shielded by his messy curls falling over his face. She couldn't help but stare for a moment. His presence demands attention, the way he carries himself doesn't allow him to go unnoticed. She blamed her slight attraction on his confident and strong appearance.
"Well, I suppose I should start my day, See you around" Clarke said standing with her now empty cup.
"Yea, have a good day, see you tomorrow, you are coming to the party right?" he asked
"Yea, I'll see you tomorrow" she smiled stepping into her apartment.
She placed her cup in the sink and sat on her couch with her tablet. She spent the next hour removing herself from facebook, twitter, snapchat, tumblr and any other social media she was connected to. She refused to let herself be found. She deleted her email accounts and only kept her work one, it was new and no one except the library personnel and customers had access to it.
She flipped through some pictures of her friends from back home she had saved to the tablet. A picture of her Finn, Wells, Monroe, and Maya came across her screen. She knew they were wondering where she was, They were all friends for as long as she could remember. She wanted so badly to contact them and let them know she was okay, but she was sure they would be watched by Finn's group of "friends", the same ones who killed him. The less they knew the better. She could feel the tears threatening to fall and closed the tablet app before shutting it down. If her friends ever found her they were going to be pissed, but they would understand, she had packed up and moved over night, never even left a note. She wanted to be sure she wasn't seen and no one could be held accountable for her whereabouts. She knew Finn messed up and she knew they would come for her. He told her if anything ever happened she needed to get out of the town quick. He never told her why, she never asked. Looking back now, she wished she asked, they found his body a few days after he warned her to get out if need be. He knew something was going to happen, something beyond his control. She was thankful he thought of her and how to protect her. Now she sat here and wasn't sure if she should miss him or hate him for putting her in this position. Her life wasn't awful but it was full of fear, always checking her surroundings, double locking her doors, her heart stopped every time the phone rang, she held her breath every time she opened an email from an unknown address. It wasn't fair.
She glanced around her apartment for a distraction, the hamper was overflowing, the sink was full of dishes. She let out a sigh throwing her head back.
"Cleaning it is" she said out loud to herself. She got up and walked over to the radio putting some music on and tackling the tasks that lay ahead of her, one by one.
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Bellamy sat outside, Clarke and her mysterious past on his mind, he couldn't figure it out but she was hiding something. He figured she was entitled to keep her life personal, he understood the need to keep people out of your business. She wasn't the only one hiding something. How could he judge her for something, when he didn't even know what it was. He dated Roma, biggest mistake in his life to date, she is a mob bosses granddaughter, she helps run the illegal weapons and drugs when they are short on help. His heart stopped the day Harper called him, she informed him that Roma was being watched frequently and was making drops with Octavia in the car. If it didn't stop Octavia would be listed as a person of interest. Bellamy instantly put a stop to all of it. He broke up with Roma and kept a close eye on Octavia. He turned down a chance to go pro after he received some threatening phone calls from members of Roma's family, giving him details of what would happen if he ever talked, or repeated things he may have heard during their time together. He didn't want to leave Octavia at their disposal alone, and she didn't like the idea of travelling, so he told them he wasn't interested and he stayed.
"Can't throw stones when you live in a glass house" he mumbled to himself.
He sighed leaning forward in his seat giving the city landscape one last appreciative look before heading inside to start his day.