Hey guys, sorry this is a bit late but at least it's in the same week as it was meant to be release. I recently have been extremely busy which is not normal for me at all so I'm really sorry for that, also I would really appreciate it if you give me some ideas because I have a plot but more ideas would be greatly appreciated. Oh and there will be references to the books as well as the TV series and also references to my interests so you get to know me better, anyway hope you enjoy and I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes.
When I woke up the next morning, I expected to wake up to the sound of Octavia dropping her keys again and again until she opened the door to the flat, instead I woke up to noise of Taylor Swift shaking it off. I stared lamely at the clock on my bedside table 6:30, I crawled out of bed and approached my wardrobe, but not before grabbing my phone. As I tied my golden locks in a bun and got dressed in my black, high waist jeans and blue tank top I felt a buzz in my back pocket.
Queen O
I forgot last night but Bell's in London to
Clarke
Marvellous just marvellous
Queen O
He's not that bad, besides Londons a big city and your only 2 fish in its gigantic sea
Clarke
Hilarious
Clarke
I gtg packing the wardrobe today
Queen O
Yay! Finally we can borrow ur stuff
At that moment in time it hadn't occurred to me that Octavia Blake for the first time ever in her life hadn't complained about having a hangover.
When I walked downstairs I was bombarded with the smell of pancakes and the sound of arguing, my mother and Marcus were arguing over what syrup I would like on my pancakes, it was odd, I'm still used to the sound of my mum and dad arguing over my future.
When I opened the door to the kitchen I was started on the fact that everything was white. Pristine. Shiny. Never in a million years did I expect that this kitchen could be so clean, I don't know how I didn't notice it last night. I turned to my mum as she handed me a plate of pancakes with strawberries, blackberries and raspberries on top with sugar and lemon juice, my favourite. "Thank you" I say as I walk towards the dining room "Well we hope you it"
"I do" at that moment in time my body decides it's going to lick my lips causing both my- my mum and Marcus to laugh at me. "Clarke Honey" my mum starts "We just want you to know that you can ask us questions about the baby"
"How far along are you?" I blurt "You dint actually tell me last night"
"I'm 2 months"
"Oh okay well then how come-"
"I'm craving sour things and I have my own bathroom"
"Right okay" my phone started ringing again indicating that someone needed to Call her. "Right well I better get to work" I say gesturing upstairs.
When I reach the top of the stairs I answer the call allowing the annoying song dissipate, Wells' strong voice is heard on the other end. "Hey doc"
"Not you too"
"Oh yes me too, I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner it's brilliant"
"It's really not, I mean even Bellamy is better at coming up with nicknames and yours is chancellor"
"Hey you have to give it to him he's the new Sherlock Holmes"
"Yeah and I'm Watson" I deadpanned
"Well that would work -"
"Okay, well you obviously didn't call me to talk about Bellamy" quickly trying to change the subject, ever since I accidentally kissed Bellamy when I got really and I mean really drunk everyone has been calling us out on the sexual tension, even Octavia who was against it a first, what doesn't help is that I've liked him for a unrealistically long time -
"Well we could, but no Sasha wants me to invite you to see Thalia tod-"
"Yes" I squeal before Wells even has a chance to finish his sentence "well that's definitely a yes, are you free around 3 ish"
"Yep"
"Meet me at Glass Park"
"Sure thing, I'll see you then"
What I didn't realise is that during my and wells' call I had walked into my bedroom and then to the wardrobe, my body awaiting instructions. I started by sinking my iPod to the speakers and playing my favourite playlist 'Swifties'.
Two or three hours later I had finished everything in my wardrobe was packed all except three pairs of clothes for the rest of the trip and the picture of me and dad which I added a new frame to and had place on my bedside table. When I looking at the clock I realised I had 4 hours to kill so I went to my desk, put my favourite playlist on and drew. I drew time. I drew hopes. And I drew fears.
So If you guys haven't guessed I am a Taylor Swift fan, and I don't mean to scare you but I am obsessed and deleting her social media profiles Friday just sort of blew me off course, but I'm hoping that when (not if) she comes back it's with more fire, passion and love. I also want to apologise for the really short chapter, I'm still not really used to writing long chapters so please bare with me. Anyways I love you all and thank you for all of the feedback. Tigerbee10, stinging out Xx