Looking around him, Bellamy had to hold back a laugh. These lightweights, he thought. Octavia was snoring loudly. He went to her first and rolled her to her side, knowing that was how to get her snores to end. Then he went into the hallway where he knew there was a small closet. Opening the closet, he brought out the spare blankets and pillows that were always there.

He covered Octavia and Raven each in a quilt. Then he turned to the blonde mess on the floor. Scoffing, he wondered if she thought he was the type of person to let a woman take the floor while he took the couch. Shaking his head, he leaned down. He placed one arm under her knees and the other arm went to cradle her head. He lifted her up, frowning at how light she weighed, then placed her on the long couch where Raven laid and put a blanket over her.

She shifted slightly, her hand sneaking out and grabbing Bellamy by the wrist. One look at her face assured him she was still fast asleep. He crouched down beside her and looked at her closer. Her blonde bun was falling apart, tendrils of hair freed and splayed around her face. Bellamy gently moved a strand away from her mouth and tucked it behind her ear.

Bellamy had to admit he had been shocked when she had talked about her past. He never actually hung out with her before this, but he always assumed she was an uppity money child. She never seemed to worry about rent the way the others did. Nor financial aid for school. Bellamy never asked Octavia about her, not really caring. But tonight, she looked at him in actual anger at his comments about her jail time.

'I had no one.' There had been so much emotion in the back of that statement, it almost made Bellamy want to reach over and hug her. And the way she had laughed at his question regarding her family. It was a bitter laugh. He recognized that laugh, since his matched it.

Shaking his head at the mystery of his sisters best friend, he reached down and tried to remove her grasp from his wrist. As he pried her fingers off, she frowned in her sleep and held on tighter. Bellamy stopped and watched as she replaced her fingers around him. Sighing, he sat next to the couch. He needed to sleep somewhere anyway. He placed his head on the pillow Clarke had originally claimed, and covered up with the blanket he had gotten for himself.

Feeling uncomfortable with the angle his hand was in, he shifted it around. Clarkes frown deepened and she began to stir, but Bellamy quickly grabbed her hand again, this time entwining his fingers with hers. She huffed out a small breath and her frown faded back into sleep.

Bellamy knew she was just drunk and she didn't realize what she was doing, but he leaned back with a small smile on his face. He quickly knocked out as well.

It was Octavia's gasp that woke him up. Bellamy was usually a heavy sleeper, but he was so in tune with his sister that any noise she made would instantly wake up. He sat up quickly and looked over at Octavia, who had her phone out.

"What the hell, O?"

"What the hell, yourself, big brother?" Octavia whispered, gesturing at his hand. Bellamy felt his face get hot, knowing what she was referring to without needed to follow her gaze. He turned and pried her fingers away slowly from his. This time, she didn't move.

Octavia held her phone up again, Bellamy realizing too late that she was taking a picture.

"Oh. Shit, seriously O? Quit your shit." He grumbled, standing up quickly. Octavia smirked, but stowed away her phone.

"It's more to hang over Clarkes head than yours. Don't worry." Bellamy scoffed at that, shaking his head.

"Girls are vindictive."

He left Octavia in the apartment, promising to come back that evening for dinner at her place. Bellamy needed to get in touch with Miller and Murphy. Now that he was back in town, he needed a place. The last time he had spoken to Miller, he learned they had a spare room available. Bellamy could get his own place, but if he were being honest with himself, roommates would save him some money.

After sending a text to Miller for directions, Bellamy made his way down to the garage to get his truck. Once he was in the cab of his truck, Miller texted back with an address. It wasn't far from here. GPS said it was only a ten minute drive.

He pulled up to the apartment complex. It was small and squared, sitting in between a bar and a bookstore. Bellamy saw the contrast between neighboring businesses, but he liked the idea of both being close to him. The apartment was on the fourth floor. This building actually had an elevator. When it deposited him on the floor, he turned left and looked for apartment 412.

Miller opened the door not even five seconds after he knocked, pulling Bellamy into a tight one-armed hug.

"Holy shit man. It's been a long time."

"Yes it has." Bellamy stepped back to look at Miller. Both men were eye level, with the same broad shoulders. Millers skin was a darker shade than his, stretched smoothly over defined muscle. His usually kept short hair was a bit longer than it was the last time they had met.

"You here to pay my rent or what?" Miller joked, stepping out of the way to let Bellamy into the apartment.

"I have to see if the place is up to standard first." Bellamy gazed around at the apartment. The living room was directly in front of him. Red couches lined two walls, a large flat screen hung on the third wall, and the last held a large glass sliding door that led out to a balcony.

"Your room would be over here, man." Miller led Bellamy to the left into a narrow hallway. "Kitchen is back here." He gestured to a small kitchen to his right. "The table is there. This door is Murphy's room. That's the restroom. And this is yours." They stopped in front of the last door. Miller backed up and gave Bellamy his space. "Room is yours if you want it. We can talk rent and shit later when you've settled. Everything in the fridge is fair game, take what you want."

Bellamy nodded his thanks, a surge of gratefulness washing over him for his friend caused him to keep his mouth shut. He turned and opened the door, surveying the room. It wasn't bad. The door leading to a closet sat on his right. A large bed was pushed against the wall to the left. Right across from him were two long windows. They were covered with dark brown curtains. Peeking through the curtains, Bellamy could see the entire block.

He stepped back satisfied.

A few trips down to his truck and he was fully settled and unpacked. He knew he was going to have to go to the store soon and buy whatever it was that he needed, but right now he was nursing a hangover and he was lacking sleep. After talking to Miller about payments, he paid his first month and lumbered away to get some sleep.

Finally lying in bed, he took out his phone. He had a few notifications from different social Medias. Octavia made him download all these apps so they could keep in touch. Bellamy hardly used them for himself, solely to see what his sister was up to. His Facebook showed a few new friend requests from; Monty Greene, Jasper Jordan, Raven Reyes, and Maya. Rolling his eyes, he accepted all of them. He didn't post anything, so he didn't have a problem with having them there.

Having added them, they now showed up on his newsfeed. Groaning, he looked at all the photos they had posted of last night. His phone pinged, showing a new notification. Jasper Jordan was requesting to tag him in a few photos. Bellamy checked which they were. There were four. In one, Maya was screwing her face up in concentration as she tried to wiggle out a block. You could just make out Bellamy in the background. That one wasn't too bad. He accepted that.

The second photo was of Octavia and Bellamy. They were sitting side by side, both of their heads thrown back as they swallowed a large shot of Moonshine. Both of their eyes were peeking at the other, trying to be the first to finish. Clarke sat next to him, the grin she threw at them was wide. Bellamy smiled at that photo, allowing himself to be tagged.

The last photo was of Monty, Jasper and himself sitting on the couch. Bellamy recalled the guys sitting on the couch as the girls stood in front of them. One of the blocks in drunk jenga instructed the girls to play charades, which they sucked at. When they hadn't been looking, one of the girls, most likely Raven judging from the photos angle, took a picture. This one genuinely made him laugh. The three of them were looking up at whoever was next in charades. Their expressions were confused, eyebrows scrunched in as they tried to figure out what they were seeing.

He accepted that one as well, then closed the app. He had one message from Octavia. Text me whenever you get home. I want to make sure you don't die behind the wheel. And send me your address. Your place needs my approval first. Love you big brother. Attached to the message was a photo. He knew what it was before he opened it, but he opened it anyway.

The photo of him and Clarke. Their hands were intertwined. The only way you could differentiate their fingers was because of the contrast of their skin color. Bellamy had turned towards Clarke sometime while he had been asleep. Clarke was leaning slightly over the edge of the couch cushion. Their heads had been closer to each other than he had assumed. He had jumped up when Octavia woke him up, so he didn't see their position. He closed the photo, shaking his head slightly. Firing off the text to Octavia with his address, he turned off the phone completely. Rolling over, he tried to get the sadness of the blue eyed girl out of his head.

Bellamy woke up to a flurry that was his sister.

"Wake up, Bell!" Octavia threw his curtains apart. Which didn't do much to the room, since the light outside was fading. The sky was already turning a different shade of blue.

"What time is it?" he grumbled, not getting up but rubbing his eyes.

"It's already seven. Murphy says you've been asleep since the morning."

"Murphy is here?"

"Yeah, he was in the living room when I came in. Told me I was being annoying already." Octavia stuck out her middle finger in the direction of where Bellamy assumed Murphy was at. He chuckled but didn't comment. "Come on. You said we would have dinner. I want to show you my favorite restaurant. I ditched the gang. It's just you and me tonight."

"Sounds great, O. Let me just get dressed." He smiled fondly at his little sister.

"Awesome." She clapped her hands together, hopping on the bed with him. "Wait. You need to shower first." She reached over and tugged at a curl stuck to his forehead. "You smell like Moonshine."

Two hours later, Bellamy found himself outside of a small diner with Octavia. He was freshly washed, wearing his regular jeans, a dark blue tee-shirt and a blazer. Looking down, he frowned. He was too dressed for the diner they were at. It was tiny, everything crammed together. Booths to the right side and a long counter to the left with stools lining around the edges.

"Come on. Our table is over here." She grabbed his hand, leading him to the last booth at the far end of the diner.

"Our table?" he raised his eyebrows at her, sliding in to the seat in front of her.

"Well yeah. This place serves the best burgers. And the coffee is to die for. Plus it's always opened. So whenever we need to pull an all-nighter for school, we all come here. And this is our booth." Bellamy saw his sisters face soften at the mention of her friends.

"Hey, Doll." A waitress comes over and smiles at Octavia. "You on a date? What happened to Lincoln?" She is staring at Bellamy with wide eyes before realizing something. "Oh god, that was so rude. I am so sorry. Ah damn. My mother always did say I had a mouth the size of the moon."

"Hey, Harper. It's okay. I'm sort of on a date. This is my brother, Bellamy. Bell, this is my favorite server, Harper." Bellamy ducks his head at her. Harper flushed and bit her lip, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"Well, sorry for making that awkward. Imagine if this had been a date?" Harper giggled. "Anyway, you want the usual?"

"Yes, and make it two of everything."

Harper nods at her and, after throwing Bellamy a wink, ambles away to the back of the diner.

"So." Bellamy puts down the unneeded menu. "Lincoln, huh?" Octavia turns a soft shade of pink, looking down at her now clenched fingers. "Who is Lincoln?"

"Err." It seems like she wants to stall, but Bellamy is a patient man, and he sits in front of her in silence as she fidgets. He wanted to smile, but he kept his face impassive. It's every older brother's dream to have his little sister stay little for as long as possible. And to remain little involved no dating. But Bellamy knew his sister had an internal habit of surrounding herself with trustworthy people. She was twenty-two already. He trusted her intuition. Still, it was fun to see her embarrassment.

"I wanted to tell you. But the whole fiasco with my last boyfriend made me hesitant." Bellamy barked out a laugh at the memory. "Stop laughing. Atom still flinches when he looks at me. I had him in my Physics class two semesters ago."

"Sorry about that. But for the record, you were only sixteen when you two dated." He held up his hands before she could protest. "I am sorry about it. Honest. I won't throw a bitch fit this time. Tell me about him."

Octavia gave him a weird look. "Why are you so different?"

"Different?"

"Yeah. You were nice to Clarke. You took up Miller for his offer. And now." She waved her arm at him, indicating the scene they were just in. "You're chill with me dating. What gives, Bell?"

Before he could respond, Harper comes in, carrying a large tray.

"Damn, O. How much do you eat?" In front of him sat a large burger, fries, and an extra side of fries, onion rings, mozzarella sticks and a small bowl of pickles on their own. Octavia shrugged at him, already eating her fries.

"We come here to study. Food is mandatory." She stated simply. "Plus I always eat like a pig. You know this." Which was true, Bellamy agreed. Growing up, they were notorious for binge eating late at night while their mother wasn't home.

"Nothing happened." Bellamy paused, picking up the topic they had been on before he dug into his food. "Nothing major happened. It's just being away from home, you know? It really threw off my perspective on life. And look at you. You've managed to maintain your life so well. You seem happy." He stared down at his plate. "I feel proud, I guess."

Octavia sat up suddenly, running around the table to sit directly beside Bellamy. She threw her arms around his shoulders. "I am happy. And I have managed to figure all my shit out. But it was all because of you. I may have my life in order, but none of this would be happening if you hadn't done everything you did for me." She pecked his cheek. "I love you, big brother. And I am so glad you're home."

They ate their fill in the greasy, but delicious food. Octavia told him all about her wonderful boyfriend. Bellamy was thrown off when she told him Lincoln was his age, which was twenty-seven, but she shrugged that off.

"Age really doesn't matter. Plus, he is better than the guys my age. All they think about is sex and booze and too many women." She wrinkled her nose and he let it slide.

"Did we tell you? Oh man, Bell. I should have told you last night! We are taking a summer trip up to Mount Weather." Bellamy returned his gaze to his now empty plate while Octavia continued to gush. "The pictures of the place look amazing. And the town next to it is small and cute. Kind of like the town we always talked about moving to when we were kids." She smiled fondly at Bellamy, who kept his eyes down casted. "You have to come with us. Think you could get a few days off of work? Is it too soon to ask for days off? What is wrong Bellamy?" she finally noticed his evasive posture.

"Well. I kind of already knew about the cabin."

Octavia gasped. Something clicked. She remembered the way Jasper and Monty acted when Clarke asked about the price. She looked over at her brother in amazement. "Are you fucking kidding me? Bellamy Blake. Tell me you did not rent the cabin for me." When he didn't respond, she groaned. "Oh my god. You did. That is so—amazing. But over the top. I cannot accept this."

"Don't act like that, O. Would you feel better if I said I was going too? And the cabin wasn't that expensive. My boss owns it. He rents it out. I saw the brochure in his office and talked to him about it a while back. I paid it off in monthly installments so it didn't hit my budget at all. I wanted your friends to surprise you with it. I didn't know if I would be down here in time."

Octavia's face softened as he explained himself. So long as it wasn't affecting her brother negatively, she would be okay with anything.

"And you're going with us?" she double-checked.

"Yes." He confirmed. "I rented it out for two weeks. We don't have to stay the whole time, but it'll be there. I was thinking of inviting Miller and Murphy. As a way of thanking them for taking me in so suddenly. Because of them, I didn't have to go furniture shopping."

"Oh shit, Bell. You are officially a badass." Octavia grinned at her brother. "And those two weeks are going to be fucking awesome!"

Her grin was contagious, spreading across his own face. "That's the plan."

They finished catching up at the diner, finally exiting the small building with full stomachs. Night time had arrived, the sky was pitch black. All the street lights turned on. They walked around to the small parking lot in the side of the diner, heading towards Bellamy's old truck.

"When are you ever going to replace this heap of metal?" Octavia said, but she smiled softly at it, patting the bed of the truck gently.

"Please, this baby will never leave my side. It is honestly my ride or die." She scoffed at that.

"Yeah, I can seriously see that happening. So where to next?" Bellamy had just slid into the driver's seat. Turning to face Octavia, he saw she was already gazing at him expectantly. He hadn't planned anything for tonight. Racking his brain for something fun to do, Octavia laughed. "God, you suck at being spontaneous. You can plan a whole vacation getaway in a cinch but a night out is beyond you. You are such a guy."

"Hey, it's not my fault you made me drink with you. I could have planned something out during the day but instead I had to sleep off a hangover."

"I didn't hear you complaining when you were holding Clarkes hand."

He could feel his cheeks warm up a bit, but he cleared his throat and pulled up his poker face. "I was drunk, O. I don't even remember her grabbing my hand."

"Oh, but you remember that she was the one who made the first move?" Her laughter rang out in the small cab. Bellamy stayed silent after that. "Come on. I'll show you my place. You haven't been there in over a year. We changed apartments six months back. The first one we got had this huge burst pipe and the carpets got soaked with—ugh. I don't even want to remember. We managed to move though. And it's sort of bigger."

Bellamy nodded, content with simply listening to his sister ramble on about her life. The drive back didn't take long. He saw her apartment building looming in front of them in no time, and turned into the visitor parking.

Octavia kept up her chattering as they trudged up five flights of stairs. She led him to Apartment 524 and paused dramatically in front of the door before sweeping it open for him. He rolled his eyes at her theatrics, stepping around her into the small hallway. There was a table along the wall with a miniature lamp in the shape of an owl. Octavia threw her keys onto the table and led him into the living room right outside of the hallway.

It looked like only girls lived here. A huge beige sofa sat in the middle of the living room. It was in the shape of a large U, turned to face a TV, which sat in the middle of an entertainment center. If you could call it that. Around the TV were bookshelves, each shelve crammed with books. The shelves took up almost the entire wall. And it looked like they had run out of space, piles of books were stacked around the entire apartment. Even in the small kitchen that was behind him. A bar separated the living room and kitchen. A fish tank occupied a corner.

"Hey, those are the fish I got you. They're still alive?"

"Yep." Octavia made a popping sound at the last letter. "Binky and Dory." He frowned at the fruity names but didn't say anything. "Down that hall is Raven's room. The guest restroom is right there. And this is my room." She grabbed Bellamy by the hand and yanked him through her bedroom door. He stepped in, looking around at all the things she had.

"God you are a hoarder." He was only half joking, wincing slightly at the punch she threw at him. Her walls were lined up with posters of various images. She had a desk in one corner, which was stacked with papers, spirals and a laptop. Turning around, he noted how Octavia stayed hovering at her door. "What?" he asked her self-consciously. He realized she had been watching him as he inspected her room.

She shrugged. "I am just really glad you're home."

He walked over to her and gave her a one-armed hug. "Same here, O."