a/n: Hi guys! I know it's been a while since I updated, but unfortunately school is starting back up so I don't know how often I'll be able to update. :(

Clarke

Bellamy pulled the car into the parking lot of the ice cream shop and I hopped out to help Octavia out of her car seat. Bellamy stepped out of the car and I handed Octavia to him, so she could sit on his shoulders.

"Ready for your peanut butter ice cream, O?" Bellamy asked his little sister, tugging on one of her sneakers, as we walked into the ice cream place.

Giggling, Octavia ran her fingers through his hair(which I'm a little ashamed to admit, made me jealous of the five year old). "Yes! And I want a big cone!"

Bellamy rolled his eyes. "O, you'll never be able to finish a big cone."

"Yes, I will and I want it," Octavia replied indignantly.

I laughed, and tugged on Octavia's other sneaker. "Oh come on, Bellamy. If she says she can eat it, then she can have it." I gave him my best puppy dog face, and finally Bellamy sighed. "You two can't team up on me like that. It's not fair."

We both gave him innocent smiles. Octavia bent over so that her face was right above his. "But you love us, right, B? So it's okay."

Bellamy looked over at me and our eyes met. "Yeah, O, I do love you guys."

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest, but I couldn't break eye contact. Bellamy's deep brown eyes were like anchors that I couldn't lift.

An elderly couple walked up to us, and I forced myself to tear my eyes away.

"You have such a cute family," the old lady said, smiling at us. "Your daughter is just precious."

Before I could correct her, she walked away with her husband.

I looked back up into Bellamy's eyes and saw the shock I felt reflected back in them. After a second, I couldn't help but laugh. "Bellamy, you do kind of look like a dad."

"Are you calling me old, Princess?" Bellamy growled playfully.

I crossed my heart. "Never."

"Really, cuz I think you are." Before I could even react, Bellamy had set Octavia down and was lunging for me. Giggling, I jumped out of the way. Bellamy proceeded to chase me around the ice cream shop, while Octavia clapped her hands in delight.

Bellamy catching me was inevitable, and when he did, he trapped me against a wall.

"Bellamy, let me go," I said, giving him my best stern look.

He tugged at a piece of my hair. "Mm, I think you're going to have to pay the toll first."

I sighed. "And what would the toll be exactly?"

Bellamy gave me a wicked smile. "Just a kiss."

Even though there was a playful tone to his words, they still made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

For just a second, I let myself look at Bellamy's lips. If I moved forward just a little, our lips would be touching. Slowly, I lifted onto tiptoe. Bellamy frowned, and I could tell he hadn't actually thought I'd do it.

I kept moving forward, until, at the very last second, I changed direction, and kissed him on the cheek.

"There," I said, smiling. "I've paid the toll."

Bellamy shook his head back and forth. "You're a crafty devil, Princess."

I just giggled and went to pick up Octavia, who was laughing at our little display. "What do you think, O? Ice cream time." I asked, poking her on the nose.

She nodded, and we all picked out our cones.

Getting back into the car, we all were quiet as we licked our cones.

Leaning my head back against the seat, I looked over at Bellamy. And then really wished I hadn't. Bellamy's tongue came out to lick his cone, and suddenly I was mesmerized. I looked down at my ice cream cone. What I wouldn't give to have a taste of Bellamy Blake, instead of mint chip.

Later, as Bellamy and I put all of our things into the car to go home, I took one last look at the house. A part of me wished I could stay here forever. The Blake house was the most warm and inviting place I'd ever been.

Reluctantly, I got into the car and pulled the door close.

"You're mom and sister are amazing." I said, looking over at Bellamy.

A smile flitted across his face. "Yeah, I know. I'd do anything for them."

"Except tell them what you really do with your life."

He looked over at me, his eyes serious. "I lie to protect them."

Wanting to lighten the mood, I punched him on the arm. "Yeah, I know. You're a regular superhero."

"But, seriously, I kind of wish we could stay. I'd rather have ice cream than reality."

Bellamy smiled at me. "Of course. Who wouldn't pick ice cream over high school?"

"You got me."

The next day, Bellamy and I had to go back to school.

We walked the hallways hand in hand, something that Bellamy insisted on, saying it helped our cover. I wasn't worried about our cover. The only thing I was worried about was how nice it felt having his hand to hold, and how much I might miss it.

Bellamy was still a pain in the ass, but I'd kind of come to think of him as my pain in the ass.

We were sitting in history where Bellamy kept hitting me in the back with a paper football. I rolled my eyes. No wonder everyone believed he was still in high school. He had the maturity level of a six year old.

I moved my foot back so that it was on top of his. "Quit it, Bellamy."

He laughed quietly, and, of course, continued to do whatever he wanted.

I would've turned around and punched him if Mr. Jonson, the history teacher, hadn't looked up from his desk.

"All right, guys. I have an announcement."

I straightened up. This had to be good if he had stopped reading off his boring lecture notes.

"The annual senior field trip to Philadelphia is coming up. We'll get to see all of the great historical sights of the city. It's usually very fun, but it is a weekend trip, so we'll have to stay in a hotel down there."

Bellamy tapped me on the back. "Are we going on that?" What he meant was, would my parents let me go on that.

There was no way I was missing this trip. All the seniors went, and from what I'd heard, it was a really fun time.

"Oh, yeah, we are." I growled. "Even if I have to fake cry."

Bellamy grinned at me. "That's my devious, Princess."

As soon as we got home from school, I led Bellamy into my dad's study.

My dad looked up from whatever he was working on, his glasses slightly askew on his face. "Clarke? What is it?"

I took a deep breath. "Dad, there's a field trip to Philadelphia in two weeks and I really want to go on it. It's an over night trip, so we'll be staying in a hotel but I'm sure it's perfectly safe and I mean Bellamy will be there so I don't really see why it wouldn't be safe." I finished rambling, a little breathless by my speech.

"A weekend field trip," my mother said, walking into the room. "Clarke, I don't know if that's a good idea. We wouldn't be able to protect you there."

I frowned. "I wouldn't even need protecting there. I mean, no one would even know I was in Philadelphia anyway."

My dad took the glasses of his face. "Clarke, maybe your mother's right. It could be dangerous."

I almost growled in frustration, but before I could say anything, Bellamy spoke up.

"Sir, I would go as well. And I promise that I will protect Clarke with my life." I looked at him as he spoke, his powerful voice sounded so commanding. "As long as she's with me, she's safe."

His words hit me in the chest. I knew he was my bodyguard, but, it almost sounded like he loved me. I pinched my arm. I couldn't be stupid enough to think that Bellamy Blake would ever love me.

I shook my head, and refocused my attention. "See? I'd be perfectly safe."

My mother pursed her lips. "All right, Clarke, you can go. But, you have to stay with Bellamy at all times." She looked over at Bellamy. "Do not let her out of your sight."

Bellamy nodded. "Of course, Mrs. Griffin. I promise that your daughter will be safe with me." He looked down into my eyes. "She'll always be safe with me."

a/n: I know this is kind of short, but I promise you'll like the field trip. ;)