A/N: The second chapter is up and the third chapter is already in the works. I pretty much know how most of these chapters will go, I've planned out at least eight of them already and have even wrote a few drabbles that will be in them. My last chapter wasn't a big hit so I posted a new one for you guys. Hopefully you'll like this more than the first one, anyway read my bottom A/N if you want to hear a little bit more about things that are happening and stuff I'm asking. Please excuse this because I have not proof-read it yet. Enjoy! - Phantom4747

Episode Two: The One Where Abby Checks In

It'd now been a year since everything. Raven found a job at some mechanic shop and was gradually starting to move her stuff into her new apartment but she pretty much was already done; Jasper and Monty had gotten so close to Clarke they were even going so far as to call her 'mom' and only blew up things twice a week rather than everyday; Octavia was working at Central Perk and was in between boyfriends; Clarke was in between three jobs which were being a waitress with Octavia at Central Perk, baby sitting and volunteering at the hospital; Bellamy was now chief, getting a higher raise and Clarke and him had actually grown so close now - that even though they were all best friends, no one dared said that anyone was closer to them than the pair.

They always were close; nobody could ever pull apart the relationship they had with one another but things weren't awkward like it was on the first day. He would be sitting at the window and she'd look out hers, grab her sketchpad and they'd both write each other good night and hold it up to each other. Sometimes they even had conversations like that.

She had hugged him tight when Bellamy made Roma, the owner of Central Perk, say yes to letting her get a job. It wasn't weird when she had pulled him in for a tight long embrace, kissed his cheek and ran to go thank Roma. Well except the goofy smile he got afterwards but when they all raised an eyebrow he said Jasper had a piece of chocolate on his new shirt which caused Jasper to scream and look for it. Nothing was weird, there was unspoken words that they'd later on would have to address but not yet. Not now.

Neither knew how to bring up their past and talk about why and love. They weren't prepared for that just yet.

Jasper and Monty soon found out about Bellamy and Clarke being 'high school sweethearts' and 'the love of each others lives', thanks to Octavia. She wanted to get it out of the way and in a way Clarke and Bellamy were both glad to not talk about that. They had asked questions but Bellamy gave them a glare which shut them all up and made them look at the floor.

Bellamy as well as Clarke knew the past would eventually come up but what was the rush?

His eyes found Clarke; she was wearing the coffee shop apron with some tight blue jeans that fell right before her belly button, her blue flowery ting top too short and her belly button was on full display showing her flat white stomach. Her hair laid at her waist, waves flowing beautiful on her lower back and she had applied her lip gloss and some mascara tonight.

She stuffed her hands in her back pockets as she talked to a customer, giving a laugh at something the man had said. Bellamy looked to the ground, he saw this coming. Clarke dating. It was an inevitability. She started stepping back from the conversation, giving a benevolent smile to the customer before she nodded and turned around.

She grabbed a red coffee cup, a blue one, a green one and a brown one. Trying to balance it all in her hands. Bellamy looked over to Octavia (on her shift) who was picking her nails as she was smacking her lips together with her bubble gum, legs crossed and leaning into the couch. Jasper and Monty both telling Raven a story about this car that they blew up. Bellamy sighed, standing up and grabbed two cups from her. "I'm fine, this is my job. Go sit down." She motions.

"Which table does these coffees go to?"

"Go sit down." She sighs, handing a few girls their coffees and grabbing the drinks from his hands as she slides past him. Bellamy following after her, (he definitely does not stare at her ass when she walks past him). She hands the two coffees he was holding to two guys hands. They pull out a twenty which makes Clarke blink.

"If I give you this tip, you need to promise me something." The man says.

Clarke raises an eyebrow.

"You'll call me." He then flips over the money where there is a number on it and she grabs it, stuffs it into her pocket and smiles.

"I'll do my best." She struts off with that, Bellamy giving a hard glare to the guys which makes them both raise their hands in surrender.

"So dating again?" Bellamy asks, Clarke leans over the counter grabbing the plates and mugs and looks at the ticket on the side saying which table they belonged to. She shrugged, putting the plate on her forearms for balance and one on top of her head as she headed over to the tables.

"Maybe, I don't know."

She slides past him, putting down the plates from off her forearms and head and handing the customer the mug that was tucked into her arm and stomach. Giving it to them with a smile and asking if they want anything else. They say no thank you and give her a tip which she thanks them for and goes to the next table. Bellamy pulls out his hand, it traces her stomach and it traces over to her hip where he latches on so she'll turn to look at him. She stares at his hand before meeting his eye, her smile is still apparent on her face. She rolls her eyes at him. "Probably not with a douche bag like that."

He smiles at that and she shoves him playfully. "Go sit down, your distracting me."

"How?" He asks, laughing.

She shakes her head, stepping past him and grabbing the next order. When he turns over to the group, he's surprised when he catches them all staring at him. They yelp, looking away and pretending they weren't staring and he sighs. "What's your problem?" He asks as he jumps over the couch beside Octavia.

"You like her still, don't you?" Octavia whispers so Clarke won't hear.

"No, we're just friends. No matter how many times you ask me; that's what it is. We aren't getting back together, O."

"You two looked at each other a little too long to be 'just friends.'" Monty mutters.

"Drop it." He says and they all raise their hands up in surrender like they've actually dropped it. Clarke comes over to the gang, nodding to Octavia that it's her turn and with a groan Octavia gets up. It was her shift before but Clarke makes her do the work when her shift is about to end so she won't work as hard.

Clarke pushes Bellamy on the couch as she sits down beside him, he wraps his arm around her and she lays her hand on his chest, looking up at him as she tells him about this sale their having in the mall. The group stares at them, the way they are sitting oddly too close together to be 'just friends', the way her hands are rubbing up and down his chest and lay at his stomach, the way she's looking up at him and batting her eyes and the way he's looking down at her and teasing her.

Octavia frowns, shoving her hands in her pockets because Bellamy and Clarke from the beginning of time could never be just friends. Even when they were mortal enemies at the very beginning, they seemed to be more.

"C'mon Bell, please? If you don't go with me, Octavia is gonna be at that stupid sale forever - no offense Octavia."

He laughs at her whinny attitude. "I have to work, princess."

"Fine, fine. Just leave me there to die. And don't complain if I'm busy 'working' when you have to do something Octavia is making you do. Plus, we are getting you some new clothes you know? It'd help if the person we're buying them for was actually there! I mean, you're a chief now. You have to dress like one." Clarke explains.

"First off, don't you dare 'work' when I need you on those areas. Second off, was that really a threat? And third off, I don't need you two to buy me clothes. Even if I'm a chief that doesn't mean I just throw out my old wardrobe."

"I'm not letting my older brother look like a slob the first day of his new job." Octavia says, serving someone there coffee.

"And yes Bellamy Blake, that was a threat. I wont help you next time you have a problem." Clarke says, raising her chin and folding her arms.

"Yes you will." Bellamy rolls his eyes at her false threat.

She closes her eyes, keeping them away from his gaze that she knows is staring at him before sighing. "Bell please?" She exasperates and with a sigh, he nods.

"I was hoping to get my desk all in order but okay. I'll do your little shopping thing with you two."

She grins, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a tight hug as she kisses both his cheeks with a wet pop. She stands up, kissing his cheeks again for one last thank you before she helps Octavia with the coffees. Bellamy stares at her as she walks away, the way her hips sway, her ass, the bounce of her curls, the smile on her face and he looks back at the gang who are giving him knowing glances. He sighs.

At first the shopping was going as he thought. Octavia kept saying, "Ohh! Look at that one!" And they'd go into that store, she'd try on a bunch of clothes and pretend she was on a run way and Clarke and Bellamy would applaud for the ones she looked good in and the one she'd look okay in they'd nod approvingly.

Then it came the time for them to try on clothes and Clarke came out with reluctance, Octavia telling her to turn around so she can see how her ass looks in the jeans and Clarke would obey. "Sexy! What do you think, Bell?" Octavia would ask.

It's really hard to call your ex-girlfriend's ass sexy and not linger on her too long. "You look really good in those." He gulped.

So she'd try a few more, and now it was Bellamy's turn. He'd come out annoyed, folding his arms and Octavia would make him twirl and he would. "I like that one but get one in blue." Clarke says.

"I like the red." Octavia frowns.

"I know but he doesn't wear red often, he likes blue more. If we're going to buy him clothes I want it to be in the color he wants. Bell always wore blue more." So they get him a blue and he tries it on and Octavia says how it actually looks much better and Clarke smiles broadly.

It wasn't until Clarke's cell phone rang from within her big bag did the day go south.

It was her mom saying that she wanted to check up on her and see how she was doing, to make sure she was okay. Clarke was holding her heads in her hands the entire conversation, Octavia putting her ear against the other end of the phone to listen and Bellamy rubbing her back.

Clarke was cleaning with her hair tied up in a messy bun, baggy t-shirt that Bellamy just knew was his somehow, loose jeans that hung off her hips and her eyes looked crazed. She fluffed the same pillow for a third time, getting the duster and dusting off any speck of dust there might be. "Clarke, everything is gonna be fine." Raven consuls.

Octavia who is in the same type of dress attire only with a too tight ting top, stares at Raven likes she's crazy as she vacuums. Bellamy is washing the dishes, no shirt on and some low jogging pants. "You have never met her." The three say in unison.

The three all from childhood remember Abby Griffin. They remember her well. She was so beautiful to be reaching the age of fifty, with her long auburn hair and dark brown eyes that could kill. She didn't look much like Clarke; Clarke absorbed more of Jake's character traits as well as features rather than Abby. But one thing Abby did have that was Clarke's was how tiny she was even though she acted like a lion.

Abby's brown eyes held wisdom but behind them if you looked close enough you'd see the fire in them. Her brown curly hair that was shaped much like Clarke's was with blonde stripes that sometimes looked like a wave. She was very skinny and tiny to be at the age of fifty but she stood like she was six feet and like everyone was beneath her.

Abby Griffin was by far the most terrifying woman you'd ever meet. If you thought Clarke was a piece to behold, you would never want to meet her mother. Octavia and Bellamy didn't have much choice in the matter to meet Clarke's mother. Once Abby was wondering just where Clarke was spending her days after school and nights at most, she stormed over to the Blake's residence.

Bellamy really hated meeting Clarke's mother, his girlfriend's mother, topless and with sleep eyes and bed head. "Hello?" His voice came out groggy at the time and she scanned him over. Raising an accusing eyebrow that was so pointy he thought it could kill him.

"Where is my daughter, Clarke?" She had asked and at the worst possible time, Clarke had come out of his room wearing his baggy t-shirt and some boy shorts.

"Bell, you don't have any milk- Mother!" She had gasped.

And after that, Abby never liked Bellamy. Octavia was the innocent one, the one that didn't deserve to be treated like crap from Abby Griffin but she didn't have any choice in the matter because her blood was of Bellamy's and Abby hated anything to do with Bellamy Blake which unfortunately meant all Blake's.

"Bellamy, you look like you're gonna shit yourself." Monty points out with a grin like he's enjoying all their torture.

He takes a sharp breath, looks at the clock and he stops them all from cleaning. "We only have an hour to get ready. Go." Clarke runs in her room like a bullet and Octavia turns to her brother.

"I'll look out the window to see your outfit, I laid all the ones that I thought was best on your bed. You three go get ready, we have to look spiffy today. Got it?" They all salute at her like she's a drill sergeant and head to go over and put something nice on.

Bellamy runs over shirtless to her apartment because when he was trying on his shirts Octavia wasn't to be seen. He runs with three shirts in his hands over to their apartment, getting whistled at while he does it. "Fuck off!" He screams, running up the building and he opens the door only to find Clarke in a lacey bra looking frantically on the couch.

He averts his eyes away, knowing he lingered too long and throws her a shirt which she puts on gratefully. "Have you seen it?"

"Gotta give me more to go by, princess."

She sighs, "My sunflower dress."

"The one that flutters out and is a black color?"

"No, that's my daisy dress. The one you said I should wear more often."

"Oh that one! That one looks nice."

"I know! I cant find it! It's not in my room, I checked every single drawer-" and she's hyperventilating. Bellamy pulls her up from the couch, cupping her face in his hands and rests his forehead on hers.

"It's fine. I'll help you look. Go check your drawers again, look slowly. If Abby comes I'll say it's my fault your running late."

"Bellamy, she'll hate you more than she does already if you do that."

"Trust me, Clarke. There is no way she can hate me more than she does already."

She smiles, that tight-lipped smile of hers and runs into her room to go search again. Octavia comes out, wearing a blue shirt that cinches at her hips and some black pants with a moderate amount of make-up that makes her look natural. Usually Octavia puts more on but being that Abby is here, they all know she likes the more natural look when it comes to make up.

"Wear the red wine colored one!" She says as she come out.

"It's on Clarke, she cant find her sunflower dress." He tells her and Octavia's eyes pop out.

"She cant find it?!"

"No, go help her do her makeup. I don't think she's even done her hair yet." Bellamy says and Octavia growls, running into Clarke's room.

"I'm glad you slicked your hair back, it makes you look more professional." Octavia calls from beyond Clarke's room.

Bellamy usually doesn't like slicking his hair back. It reminds him of when he was in high school, he remembers the time when he put too much gel on when Clarke wanted him to have dinner with her parents. He remembers how sweaty his hands felt and he wonders why he still feels the same.

The knock on the door stops him from thinking and he knows it's probably Raven coming to help so he lets her in. Of course though, it's not Raven at all. It's Abby Griffin. She scans his bare chest, looking him up and down and he closes his eyes and sighs. Thinking how this is how they first met last time too. At least he doesn't have bed head or sleep in his eyes like before.

"We need to stop meeting like this." Abby says but there is no joke in her voice. Just the painful voice of her coldness.

"Bellamy, I found it. Here's your shirt!" Clarke comes out and her hair is at least done and she has a natural glow that he knows Octavia had applied some makeup. She stares at her mother, still wearing Bellamy's wine buttoned up t-shirt and smiles strained. "Mother...it's a pleasure."

Raven, Jasper and Monty came in later. They all sit at the too tiny table that even though Abby doesn't say anything, they all know she doesn't like the table. Bellamy was now wearing a shirt, Clarke wearing her beautiful sunflower dress as her hair fell at her shoulders.

Clarke had made meatloaf with mash potatoes and green beans. Unlike the rest of the table that was enjoying it, Abby seemed to have a sour expression on her face as she poked the meat loaf like it was an alien. "Lovely meat loaf, Clarke." Bellamy tells her, his eyes not leaving Abby's as he gives out the compliment.

When he said, 'Abby couldn't hate me more' that was a lie. Now he thinks he might have to lock all his doors and windows 'cause she looked like she actually would kill him. Before she looked like she wanted to, now she looked like it was her duty.

"Thank you, Bell." Clarke smiles.

"You have a lovely home." Abby tells Octavia, although she looks over at the floor like it has dust on it.

"Thanks, Mrs. Griffin. That's so kind of you." Octavia tells her, trying on her best smile. Octavia always wanted Abby to like her, she was the innocent by standard in this situation.

Abby actually gives her a smile, a small smile that immediately disappears just as it came. But Octavia grins and continues eating the food, happy she earned some reaction of her that wasn't complete hatred.

"It amazes me that there is more people in the group. Back when they were younger, those three didn't let anyone come into their little gang." Abby says to Monty, Jasper and Raven. It seems nice but by her voice they aren't really sure. "May I ask how you all met?"

Bellamy looks panicked. How does he explain that he had caught Jasper making illegal narcotics and Monty making illegal substances and instead of sending them to jail had given them both a second chance and even allowed the two to live with him for awhile. How does he explain that he let two criminals near her daughter? And don't even get him started on Raven.

But before he could even stop them the two started talking. They told her how they were in a bad place, that they were doing illegal things and making drugs and other types. How they did it all and Bellamy had saved them. He had caught them selling it, chased both of them down and had arrested them only to give them a second chance. The two love telling that story, they speak about it with a glint in their eye and a prideful grin that they changed their life around. They were so grateful towards him and still are, they use to call him dad back then too.

Abby is speechless throughout their story and Bellamy sighs, holding his head in his hands. He hopes maybe she'll be like Clarke when she found out, smile brightly and hug him but that's not something she'd do. That was something Jake Griffin would do. Unlike Abby Griffin, Jake Griffin loved Bellamy. He called him his son-in-law and use to joke around about them getting married. He use to have his back in situations like this but now all he has is Clarke who is much smaller and doesn't have as much authority as her father did. Not over her mother anyway.

"I see. So you're criminals?" Abby asks bluntly.

"Use to be. Now were salesmen. We live across the hall." They say in unison.

Abby lets her mouth hang open, running her tongue over her teeth and the look in her eyes reeks disapproval. "They changed their life." Bellamy growls out, he doesn't like the way she looks so disgusted with them. It makes his blood boil in a way he cant understand. "They were confused kids that needed a second shot at life."

"Prison could have set them straight too y'know." She says, Monty and Jasper both lean into their chairs and hide behind Bellamy now realizing they shouldn't have told that story.

"Yeah well my method was just fine. Plus they were only seventeen. They were confused."

"Seventeen year olds are old enough to know right from wrong."

"Enough mother!" Clarke lashes out. "Bellamy did the right thing. He changed two peoples lives, he turned them around. He helped them. And right now all your thinking about is the past, now Monty and Jasper are two great salesmen. They helped me countless times and they are just the sweetest people you'll ever meet."

"Clarke, I was hoping when you finally moved away you'd be over him. How many times are you going to come back to Bellamy? You're too young and you could do so much better." Abby reasons, her voice going soft.

"Thanks, Mrs. Griffin." Bellamy says sarcastically, earning a sharp glare.

"Clarke, he's not even your age! He's so mature and you remember what they use to say about him? The neighbors saw girls crawling out of his windows back then!"

"Hey!" Bellamy stops her, "When Clarke and I were dating no one saw anyone come out of my room or my window. I only saw her and yet you still hated me."

"Because I know what type of man you are!" She slams her fist against the table to gain her ground that apparently she had been losing.

"He's a good one!" Clarke retorts, slamming her own fist against the table.

"He's me when I was younger!" She throws her hands up in the air and their is silence. Deathly cold silence.

"What?" Bellamy asks.

"I was a teenager once alright? I did some things I didn't want to do either and am now ashamed of it. I use to go to school in a leather jacket and act all badass. I use to tell the kids to ditch and I use to be late and go on millions of dates and have one night stands. Then I met your father and that changed, Clarke. He turned me around and I knew I still wasn't good enough for him. I never was. But I was selfish and me, people like me, we are selfish. He's gonna take you while he still can - while you still like him and he's going to make you fall in love with him. You deserve better, honey. So much better than him. Bellamy was me when I was young; rambunctious and irresponsible and just trying to float throughout life. I know his kind and my daughter deserves better."

It hits him in the gut. That he is selfish, that if he knew if there was any sort of feelings she had for him he would take her. He would desperately try to make her fall in love with him because he was selfish and an asshole. Clarke rubs her temples, running her hand over her face to get the annoyance out of it and runs a hand through her hair so it'll disappear. "Bellamy and I aren't even dating mother."

"I see the way you two look at each other, I may be old but I am not blind."

"We're friends." Bellamy confirms. "And you may think of me however you want but I only want what's best for Clarke. I know that...me...I'm not the best for Clarke relationship wise. But being her friend doesn't matter with that so I'll keep doing what you never could do; be there for her." He gets up and the chair screeches against the tile as he does. "Pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Griffin. Come around another time." He kisses Octavia's head and kisses Clarke's cheek as he leaves. Ruffling Jasper, Raven and Monty's hair on his way out.

Clarke wipes her face, taking her dish over to the sink and washes it. "Bellamy isn't you. He never will be. You know why?" When she looks over at her, she still sees Abby's surprised face that she had from the beginning of Bellamy's rant. "Because Bellamy was there for me. Because Bellamy supports me in whatever I do and will be there if I fall. Bellamy will always be there and I know you wont be. That's the difference between you and Bellamy and let me tell you, that is a very significant difference."

When Bellamy finds her she's locking up for the coffee shop, still in her apron and sweeping against the floors like they've done her wrong. He opens the door, the creak of the door didn't even gather her attention; too entranced in her own thoughts.

He comes up behind her, grabbing her hand that's attached to the broom and it causes her whole body to relax to his touch. "Careful there, you might break the floor with that sweeping of yours." She turns around, letting his hand lay on top of hers and she gives him a tight smile that's all too tired and exhausted.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Did I make the rest of the dinner shit?" Bellamy asks, dipping his head down so they can gain level, so she knows how sorry she is.

"Like it wasn't shit before?" She asks and it earns her a hearty laugh.

"Did I make more shit then?"

"No, I kicked her out right after you left."

He gives her a sympathetic smile, and when she opens her arms indicating she needs a hug he opens his arms too. She sighs as she rests her head on his chest, closing her eyes tight and sniffing in his smell. The cologne, the way he smells like earth and pine trees even though there aren't a lot of pine trees to go around in Manhattan.

"When did it all get so complicated?" She asks.

"Beats me." He says, running his hands up and down her back. He knows he could easily snap her bra strap but he doesn't do that because that's not what friends do. Their friends and he doesn't want to screw that up. Abby was right, he isn't good enough for her. He's selfish and she deserves better.

"You aren't selfish." Clarke mutters and he blinks down at her for an answer. "If anything your selfless."

"I don't know, I think your mom had me pegged-"

"She didn't, Bellamy. She doesn't know you. Selfish my ass. You had to take care of Octavia ever since you were what? Five? You didn't go to college because you wanted Octavia to have a better life. You could have lost your job because of Jasper and Monty. Your helping Octavia and I out on our rent and don't even say you aren't because you know I'm better with numbers than you and I know we didn't have a miraculous five hundred around. You help Jasper and Monty with their rent too, and Raven told me how you gave her a few of your co-workers numbers so she'd forget Finn. And with me? I cant even begin to start."

"I only do it because I know you'd do something like that." He tells her. It's true; he wants to be a better man for her.

"She doesn't know you like I do."

"I know."' He says, pulling his hand to her hair and getting the knots out of it. There's a peaceful silence that floats through them, just swaying into the hug that they still have.

Clarke is the first to break the peaceful silence, "Remember in high school when we were dating?" She asks even though she knows he knows.

"Yeah." He answers still.

"When I met you I thought that was gonna be it. That...the whole thing we had going on...it was going to stick." He's quite, letting her talk because he knows she's not done yet. "I swear I thought that. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, I thought that too."

"I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay with you but..."

"Clarke, it's okay. Things change. I know it was your mom and it was kind of like a duty to go to college. I'm not blaming you. I never was, I just...I missed you." Clarke nods, her chin wrinkles about to cry but she shakes her head and stops it.

"I really missed you too."

He kisses her head and her temple before he pulls out and grins. "I'm right here, Griffin. I'll be waiting at the house." He leaves with that and she frowns. Things have changed but the one thing that really hasn't was her love for him. She doubts that'll ever change.

A/N: Alright, so hopefully you like it. I have a lot of AU's for bellarke in the working. A Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU, Harry Potter AU, Game of Thrones AU and more. Message me or leave in the reviews which one you'd like to see better and I'll show it to you. Please, please, please send me some photo shop you did of the 100 and F.R.I.E.N.D.S! I really love to see all your photo shop or art or even videos. Tell me any scenes from F.R.I.E.N.D.S or the 100 that you definitely want to see in this fic and I will most likely stuff it somewhere in this story. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Leave a review if you did! Have a good day! -Phantom4747