This is slightly fillerish, and for that I apologize. I didn't want to jump right into the wedding, so I came up with this! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 55

Clarke waved as Octavia pulled up in Lincoln's jet black SUV. Her soon to be sister-in-law rolled down the window, a huge smile curving her painted lips.

"Are you ready to get this party started?!"

Clarke laughed as she walked around the nose of the car, and settled into the passenger seat.

"If by party you mean an afternoon of errand running, then yes I am so ready!"

They made their first stop at the dress boutique, carrying Clarke's dress out first followed by the three bride's maids' dresses. Then they were off to the Tux shop to pick up the guys' suits.

"I'm so excited to see Chloe! We haven't seen her in what, two years", Octavia said with a grin.

"That seems about right", Clarke answered, "We used to have so much fun!"

"Yep, except for that little mix up freshman year", O said innocently.

Clarke groaned, memories of that embarrassing incident floating back to haunt her.

Clarke sat on the porch, the cool fall breeze ruffling her blonde curls. Her gaze fixed on where Bellamy and Murphy were working on his truck.

Beside her, Octavia had her nose stuck in her book while Chloe's green eyes were focused on the same scene.

"He is such a hunk", the brunette said, her features dreamy.

Clarke watched in horror as Chloe waved and Bellamy immediately waved back. The blonde studied her friend, from her silky brown hair, to her gorgeous green eyes and angelic features; to the way her jeans and red sweater fit her in all the right places.

She found herself frowning, garnering a strange look from O.

"What's up?"

"You're brother", Clarke muttered.

"What's he done now", O said with an exasperated sigh.

"He's making goo-goo eyes at Chloe."

Octavia stared at her friend, seeing the slight hint of anger in those blue eyes that could make her brother bend to their every whim. However, the girl wielding those eyes had no idea of their power.

"I don't think he's making goo-goo eyes at her", O said, her gaze traveling back down to the pages of her book.

She grinned at Clarke's groan, knowing that supper that night was going to be an interesting affair.

Clarke turned back to the practice, her anger growing as she watched Chloe make a fool of herself, waving and hollering.

"Would you stop", she finally snapped.

"What", the other girl asked in surprise.

"Stop with the flirting", Clarke grumbled.

"Who died and made you his keeper", Chloe snarked.

"You know what, forget I said anything."

Clarke rose from her seat, and stomped away. If she happened to notice Bellamy watching her leave she didn't stop to contemplate it.

She'd sat in her room, still watching Bellamy work. His practiced movements put her mind at ease, until she saw Chloe approach the two men. She talked to them for a while, leaning her hip against the side of the truck.

"Flirt", Clarke growled under her breath.

She watched for a while longer until Bell and Murphy left. She felt her anger grow, refusing to see it for what it was… Jealousy.

Later that night, when Bellamy still wasn't home, she paced the floor of the entryway. Octavia had sat at the top of the stairs, watching her friend before giving up and going to bed.

Bellamy stayed out late many a night, so the other girl didn't see what was so different about this one. Well, except for the fact that Clarke was obviously bothered by something.

Clarke checked her watch for the tenth time in a three-minute time span, when she finally heard the hum of Bellamy's truck as he pulled into the driveway. She halted her pacing, gearing up for a fight when the door finally opened.

The smile fell from his face when he saw her angry expression, his hands immediately raising in surrender.

"Whatever it is, Princess, I didn't do it."

"Chloe, Bellamy? She's… She's….", Clarke began.

"Whoa, Princess I don't know what you're talking about", Bellamy said.

"How could you flirt with her", the blonde seethed.

Bellamy's expression registered confusion, and then something else as he stepped closer to the little blonde. He took her hands in his own, his thumb brushing softly over her knuckles.

"Don't tell me you're jealous, Princess", he grinned.

Clarke scoffed, jerking her hands from his grasp.

"Don't flatter yourself, Blake", she said as she turned to walk away.

A hand on her shoulder stopped her, and then she found herself face to face with a very contrite Bellamy Blake.

"Don't go, Princess. I promise that there's nothing going on between Chloe and I. I'm not the one she's after, Murphy is", Bellamy said quietly.

Clarke's features morphed in confusion and then understanding.

"She was trying to flirt with Murphy", the blonde sighed.

"Yep, and doing a terrible job of it."

"Oh, I feel so stupid", Clarke groaned.

Bellamy grinned, "You're far from stupid, Clarke. A little hasty to jump to conclusions, but never stupid."

"I'm going to have to apologize tomorrow."

"You'll do fine, and I'm sure she'll understand after you explain."

Watching Bellamy walk up the stairs, Clarke hadn't been sure what she was supposed to explain. He didn't belong to her, sure he was her best friend, but that didn't mean she had any claim on who he dated.

The next day she'd apologized to Chloe, telling the girl she hadn't known what came over her to make her snap like that. Chloe, in all her sweetness, had quickly forgiven her and things went back to normal very quickly after that.

"I still can not believe I did that", Clarke said in embarrassment.

"I can", O said with a knowing smile, "You had the hots for my brother, and you didn't want to see him with another woman!"

"Is that an 'I told you so'?"

"Yep", O smirked.

The two women finished their errands, and then enlisted Lincoln's help to get everything up to the apartment. They ordered Chinese, and watched Disney movies until the wee hours of the morning.

When Clarke was sure that O had crashed, she crept to her bedroom and dialed Bellamy's number. When his sleepy voice came over the line, a smile curved her lips.

"Hey, sweetheart", she said.

"Hey, why are you calling me at… two in the morning?"

"Sorry, is it really that late", Clarke asked, feeling terrible for waking him.

"Yep, but it's fine Princess. I was just about to call you anyway."

"No you weren't", she said.

"You're right. I didn't know if it was bad luck to call the bride before the wedding since it's obviously bad luck to see her", Bellamy groused.

"I miss you too", Clarke whispered, "I can't wait to marry you tomorrow, Bellamy Blake."

"You and me both Princess!"

"Did you get your vows written?"

At the silence on the other end, Clarke cringed.

"Bellamy, please tell me you've got your vows written", she pleaded.

His deep chuckle sent shivers down her spine, "My vows have been written since I was ten years old Princess, I started the minute I met a certain blonde fairy princess."

"Well, you've beaten me! I've only had mine written since I was fifteen", Clarke said with a giggle.

"I love you Clarke", came his deep rumbled reply that warmed her heart and only heightened her anticipation for the day to come.

"I love you too, babe. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be the one in white."

"Alright, Princess. I'll be looking for you. Now, get a goodnight's rest! I don't want my wife to fall asleep during our ceremony."

"Night, Bell", Clarke said before hanging up.

Tomorrow she would marry her best friend, the man she loved more than anyone in the whole wide world, and she couldn't wait!

Thanks for reading! Please review!

Wright: Thanks for the review! I'm so glad you enjoyed the last chapter! When I got the idea for Murphy to walk Clarke down the isle, I had to follow through with it! It was just too sweet to pass up! I'm glad you liked the little Ravick moment! Those two are too sweet together! The first kiss flashbacks are probably my favorites, so I'm super happy you enjoyed them! I can't wait to hear your thoughts on the most recent update! :)