A/N: So here's the third chapter. Also I just wanted to show you something: captainsasschabod on tumblr go to her side bar where it says my things and click graphics you'll see a F.R.I.E.N.D.S AU of the 100 which is just amazing ( I would have given you the link but it wouldn't let the link into my document so sorry). I don't know if they read my fic and just did it (I thought that being that it was the day I posted my fic) but it was truthfully such a good gif set. I really loved it and for those who are talented or aspire to be good at this. Please show me! I love seeing things like this. It doesn't even have to be about my F.R.I.E.N.D.S AU, just give me any AU and I love seeing it. Anyway enjoy! - Phantom4747
Episode 3: The One Where They Go To The Launderama
"Octavia!" Clarke throws her hands up to show her anger, giving her a stern look which Octavia meets with a wince.
"I know, I know. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Clarke sighs at Octavia's pleading stare, giving a nod of approval and folding her legs over one another. "It's not her fault, Clarke." Jasper says, looking down shamefully at the ground. "My ex-girlfriend Angie came to town and Clarkey, she is just...wow. Like, seriously, wow."
"This the one you met at the New Years party, drunk-Angie?" Bellamy asks.
"Yes, Bell, you've seen her; tell Clarke. Tell her just how hot she is." Jasper insists.
Bellamy looks at the corner of his eye to Clarke who is now raising her pointy eyebrow, lips puffed out and jaw tightened. "She wasn't exactly my type, Jas." Bellamy says, drinking cautiously out of his cup; afraid Clarke is trying to burn holes through it.
"Bellamy-" Jasper starts with a whine.
"Listen to Clarke, Jasper Jordan. I'm being serious." Bellamy demands and Jasper dips his head down shamefully.
"Such a dad." Raven snorts, earning a glare from Bellamy which makes her laugh nervously.
"What about Angie?" Clarke asks once the group had finally gone quiet. "Why does Octavia have to be there?"
"Well the thing about it is," Jasper waves his hand absently in the air, trying to come up with a way to explain it.
"Angie is dating another guy named Mark. Jasper is going to pretend to go out with Octavia as a double date but they will both be flirting with the others and trying to break them up. Angie goes with Jasper, Octavia goes with Mark. Simple enough." Monty shrugs after explaining.
Clarke's eyes widen, her gaze turning onto Jasper who raises his hands up in surrender. "Jasper Jordan and Octavia Blake, you cant be serious." Bellamy growls, folding his arms across his chest. "Those two might actually be happy with each other, you shouldn't try to split them up."
"Bellamy and I are both very disappointed in you." Clarke adds.
Raven laughs, holding onto her stomach as she does because she keeps thinking about how that sounded a whole lot like 'your father and I are very disappointed in you' and they couldn't have fit into their nicknames mom and dad any better. With a warning glare from Bellamy does Raven stop, leaning more into her chair and Clarke sighs. "So your gonna leave me to do all of our laundry by myself?" Clarke asks Octavia.
"I'll go with you if you want." Bellamy says. "I needed to do some laundry of my own."
Clarke smiles, kissing Bellamy on the cheek as she stands up. "Alright, I gotta get going to work but when my shift is over I'll be at the laundry mat waiting." He nods and she looks over to Octavia and gives her a pointed look. "As for you, while I'm working on surgery - I'll be working on a punishment. For you and Jasper."
"Try not to preform it on the patient though." Bellamy whispers over to Clarke.
"Noted." She nods and turns on her heel.
Clarke put her laundry basket on top of the machine, looking outside and smiling when she saw Bellamy walking up to the door with his normal leather jacket and black jeans. She turned back, about to go and try to get started with her load when she sees a woman lift her basket from off the machine and move it on the floor. "Oh. Excuse me!" She calls, before the woman can put any of her clothes inside the machine. "I was kind of using that machine."
"Well, now your kind of not." She says, not even caring to look a her.
"But I saved it - I put my basket was on top."
The woman raises an eyebrow at her, "No suds no save."
"But-"
"No suds. No save."
Clarke bows her head, grabbing her laundry basket from off the floor and looks around to find a new one when someone touches her shoulder. She whips around, Bellamy blinks at her and looks over at the machine that she once had. "Didn't you have that machine?"
"Oh, yeah, I did. But no suds, no save." Clarke says with a shrug.
"No, no, no. That isn't the rule." Bellamy slides past her, going over to the woman and grabs the clothes she was about to put into the washer before putting them back in her basket. "Hold on there. Excuse me but my friend here had this first."
"Hey, hey, hey, her stuff wasn't it."
"Hey, hey, hey, hey that's not the rule and you know it. So I'll ask you politely in front of all these people so I wont embarrass you...how about you go find another washer?"
The woman glares, snarling at him before she grabs her hamper and retreats to another machine. "Shows over." Bellamy tells the people gawking, he pulls Clarke over to her machine and she smiles.
"Thank you." She says with a smile as she starts tossing in her clothes.
"No problem," He says with a shrug, sliding on top of the machine beside hers. "You know how I use to do the laundry all the time. You deal with assholes like that on a daily basis."
She smiles at him, nodding in remembrance and he looks as she throws in a white T-shirt and some blue denim jeans and some red socks. "Oh. My. God." He says as he starts laughing.
"What?" She asks, stopping her whole movement.
"You still haven't learned, have you?" He laughs again. "I thought after at least like, three years you would have learned how to do laundry but you still don't!"
She huffs, pushing his chest away but it doesn't decrease his laughter. If anything, it furthers it. "Alright, alright! You caught me. I'm still a laundry virgin." She says as she folds her arms over her chest, looking down sheepishly at the ground.
He smirks, shaking his head and looking down at the ground so she won't see how much he's smiling. "Don't worry, I'll use the gentle cycle."
She rolls her eyes and turns back to her laundry. "So what did I do wrong? Am I suppose to use a whole other washing machine for pants or something?"
Bellamy laughs.
It was already in the bag, mostly if not all due to Octavia. Mark was putty in her hands right when Octavia over dramatized sucking on her spoon. He was already at her side and she was rubbing circles up his chest as she smiled at him. Angie glared from across the table, her arms folded and she looked over to Jasper who was smiling at her. "It's good to see you, Angie." He says and she smiles at him.
"You missed me?" She questioned.
Jasper smiled, remembering a one liner Bellamy had one time told him to use anytime a girl said 'you missed me.'
"Everyday." He says.
Angie smiles, biting down on her lip but is cut off when the waitress comes up to them. "Hello, I'm Maya and I'll be your server for today. What can I start you all out with?" Jasper blinks, looking up at the pale small girl and smiles at her. She blinks, looking down at him and maybe it was because the lighting was dim but he swears he saw her cheeks tinge a little pink.
They all say their orders, Jasper having to stammer out 'coke' and she nods, giving a graceful smiles as she goes to retrieve their drinks.
"Don't tell me your backing out of this plan." Octavia hisses over to him behind her menu.
"What did I do?" Jasper asked.
She glared, squinting her eyes at him before she turned over to look at the menu.
"Okay, okay - don't laugh at me alright?" Clarke said, she was laughing with a giddy smile and was on top of her machine as Bellamy scooped her up around her waist and continued to stare up at her with his usual trade mark smirk.
"Oh, I would never." He says humorously.
She smacks him, looking down with a serious pout before she folds her arms. "I'm not telling you, your gonna make fun of me."
He laughs, squeezing onto her hips and shakes his head. "I wont, I wont. Tell me."
She stares at him questioningly, lips pulled up in a tight smile before she sighs. "It's so stupid but...I think if I can do this laundry that maybe...maybe I can do this whole thing. I mean, I was always independent but I never actually lived far away from my mother. Not this far anyway and I know in high school I didn't see her any day because she was at work most of the time and I was at your house but she was always there, you know? I could always just go to the hospital where she worked and see her. I don't know if I can be by myself without her and for some stupid reason I feel like if I do this laundry correct - I can do this."
The timer from the machine rings from underneath her and she grins. "The moment of truth."
Bellamy lifts up the flap only to snap it close and smile at her. "You did it! I knew there was nothing to worry about-"
"Let me see." She commands, going to reach for it but he steps in front of it so she won't see. "Bellamy."
He sighs, stepping aside from it and when Clarke opens the washing machine she sucks in a breath. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"Clarke, Clarke," He says, grabbing her shoulders and turning her to face him. "You did everything right. A red sock slipped in and just got everything pink but that's okay -"
"No, it isn't! God, I knew I couldn't do this! I knew-"
"Hey," Bellamy says, his hands trailing down her shoulders to grasp tightly at her hands. "you're Clarke Griffin. You can do anything. So what? You screwed up the first load. Anytime we try something - at the beginning it's not gonna be perfect but if you try and try again and you keep at it; it will be perfect. You just need to try and keep some effort at it. You can do this."
She smiles, her eyes finally looking up to his and she stares desperately into his eyes. It's her way of finding her security and she nods. "I can do this."
"Damn right you can." He grins, looking at her load and raises a pink t-shirt. "You can look like a marshmallow peep while trying to."
She hits him.
Jasper sighed, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror and nodded. "Get it together, man." He told himself.
Angie was already starting to flirt with him and he didn't know why he didn't want her to anymore. Jasper came here to break her up with Mark and date her. Now that he sees the next girl he just wants to date her? It didn't make sense. Nothing of that made sense. Jasper Jordan didn't do love - not after everything with Octavia. Yes, he had the biggest crush on Octavia. Or at least...did.
He remembered the first time he met Octavia.
Bellamy was standing over Monty and Jasper with his arm crossed. "You two think it's okay to sell drugs?"
"Not my fault, the kid wanted it. We just delivered." Monty says with a shrug.
"That kid was fifteen and had no idea what he was getting into." Bellamy snapped making Monty look away.
"Don't act like the kid was so innocent, he can make his own decisions. He was half the blame just like us." Jasper said.
"So your okay with just ruining the kid's life? You don't even feel a little bit of guilt that you caused him to be addicted to it - or some shit."
At this both boys go silent, twitching on Bellamy's couch as he continues to loom over us. "What's your deal? Why didn't you take us to the station? Are you gonna rape us or something?" Monty asks, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow.
"Oh my god, Mont! What if he's those police guys that are just undercover and are actually murders!" Jasper says, holding onto Monty humorously.
"To give you a second chance." Bellamy says, leaving Monty and Jasper to stunned silence. "Look, I was a kid too. I fucked around, I got high, did drugs - you name something bad I did it. But I got my shit together and realized I cant do all that stuff because Octavia and Clarke - er, people that were important to me; people that loved me, it was affecting them too. So I know right now you think it doesn't really matter but it does. I swear it does."
"Well, no need to worry. The only people that actually care for us is right here." Monty says with a shrug as he looks over to Jasper.
Jasper nods in agreement. "Monty is my half brother. I never had parents or anything like that and neither did he. And it isn't affecting us one bit so you don't have to worry about that."
Bellamy smiles as he stares at the pair and sits down on the coffee table that is across from the couch. "My mother was a prostitute, drug attic - you name it. She tried to kill my sister with her bare hands and she use to hit me as a kid if I didn't do as she said. My dad left us, he lived in a box near the park, right beside the rusty old swing set. The only person that loved me was my sister. She was the only thing I had that I loved or felt any compassion with. But that changed and I swear to God it will for you too. Right now it feels like you'll only have each other but that's not true. People walk into your lives everyday, you just got to open up."
"So is this only a warning?" Monty asks. "You'll let us go?"
"Yeah, I won't turn you in." Bellamy says nodding, Jasper and Monty exchange a grin. "But I'm not letting you go. To my knowledge the only thing you have is a factory that is run down and is filled with illegal substances. I know you two aren't amateurs; you didn't leave any prints there or anything you love. Slept there but didn't do much in there, am I right?"
At their silence he smirks. Knowing he's right.
"Gonna call all your factories and farms to the police, it'll be a huge mystery as to how all of that got there and probably even be on the news but you two won't get caught. All of your homes are gonna go to the police so I heard your looking for an apartment?" They raise their eyebrows and he grins. "Your living with me, morons. Think I' stupid? Think I'm just gonna let you go with a warning? I know you two will just go back to whatever your doing and probably make fun of me after it. So yes, this is a warning but I'm not letting you go just yet."
Both their jaws drop to the floor and he smirks. "My sister will come in three seconds as of right now, you're sales men."
The door opens and out comes Octavia. She places her coat on the hanger and turns to Bellamy with a grin only for it to drop as she meets the glances of Jasper and Monty. "Who are they?"
"Sales men." Monty answers.
"Friends." Jasper says as well.
"I like your googles." Octavia says with a smile and Jasper knew he'd fall in love with her.
He was right in most part. He did fall in love with Octavia. But she didn't for him. They kissed once before but afterwards Octavia had shook her head and said it was all too weird and she was sorry and she thought of him more as a brother and that hurt her brain. He was hurt for most part but Bellamy came up to him, patted his shoulder and had said he'd fine someone eventually. Maybe it just wasn't my sister, he had said. "Although that would have been pretty cool if you were my brother-in-law." He added with a sheepish grin.
He got over it gradually but something about these two instances felt different. When he saw Octavia it was like he was struck away with her beauty and just how good of a person she was and his brain fizzed. When he saw this waitress all he could feel was his stomach exploding and his palms being sweaty and him having to pee and just wanting to get to know her.
She wasn't beautiful like Octavia. She had messy, frizzy hair and pale skin and big puckered lips that kind of looked sickly but in his own eyes, she looked beautiful. After wiping his hands he opened the door, turning down the hall to go to his table when he slammed into someone and shrieked when cold water went down his shirt.
"I got it right!" Clarke grinned, holding up his clothes. She had ruined all her whites (which was the only type of clothing she brought) and Bellamy allowed her to do his own clothing. He was sweating during the whole process being that his favorite blue T-shirt and his work uniform was in their but he let her do it nonetheless. So she could feel confident and knew he had trust in her.
She had taken extra time doing this batch, questioning her every movement and thinking twice. He refused to give her tips, saying she need to learn on her own and lucky she did. No harm was done to his clothes. She pulls over the tiny carts, pushing it to her side and is about to use it when the same woman from before comes up and steals it. "Excuse me!" Clarke says, stepping in front of the cart so she won't leave. "This was my cart. We had this cart."
"And I had a thirty four inch waist, we lose things." She nods her head to the side. "Now go get lost."
She looks over to Bellamy who is folding his arms and leaning back against a drying machine, he nods his head for her to go stop this and Clarke steps in front of the cart before she can push it away. "I'm sorry maybe I wasn't being clear...this was our cart."
"Hey, hey, hey! There were no clothes in it!"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Clarke picks up the cart a little and slams it. "Stop making up rules!"
"Let go!"
Clarke pulls the cart and when she pulls back, both twirling with the cart does she stop it completely. "Alright missy, if you want this cart, your gonna have to take me with it." Clarke pulls her leg up, jumping inside the cart and raising her chin as to challenge the other woman. The woman looks over to Bellamy who is now grinning pride fully and pushes the cart backwards only for Bellamy to catch it.
Bellamy flips the cart around so she can face her and grins widely when Clarke squeals. "Did you see that?!" She gloats.
"You were incredible! What did I say?" He grins and she laughs, laughing and smiling so much her eyes crinkle.
"I knew you could do it!" He tells her about to pull away when she grabs onto the ends of his shirt and tugs him downward.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Bell! You were so right! I couldn't have done this without you!" She pulls him all the way down, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing just the extra length which makes his lips meet hers. He freezes and when he does she can feel him freeze underneath her.
She lets the grip that she has on his neck loosen, pulling away and Bellamy can now see her scared blue eyes. "Bell, I'm so sorry. I guess I was just use to it." She says and he's already backing away.
"No, no, it's uh, whatever, uh, I know it meant nothing to you."
He's so wrong though. It meant so much. Even if she just got to taste for a few minutes just a little bit of his lips - it meant so much.
"Yeah, it meant nothing."
"I'm so sorry!" Maya, the waitress was saying as she damped the towel against his wet shirt. Jasper had no idea why she was trying to get him dry; she spilled three glasses of freezing water on him - there was no going back. Certainly not for his shirt. "I'll pay for your dry cleaning, I swear! Oh my god, I'm sorry."
Jasper smiles at her frantic features, he had no idea what this is but he likes the feeling. He wants to call Bellamy or Clarke and ask them to help him out because he's never felt this way for a girl. Ever. He wants to ask Bellamy for some one liners because right now his memory has gone blank and he wants to ask Clarke if he should ask her out. They'd know.
"Uh, no, that's alright. Really."
"No, please, let me pay for it. Give me your number or something, I'll pay it back."
After a lot of apologies and him insisting it's fine and her begging to pay for the dry cleaning does he give her his number. "H-Hey," he says as she kneels down to pick up the glasses that had fallen down. "Can I call you to maybe...go on a date or something?"
She looks shocked for a second before shaking her head with a small smile. "Weren't you on a double date with that pretty girl?"
"Well, yes, sort of. It's confusing." He blurts out.
She looks at him carefully, staring him up and down before she smiles like she likes what she saw. "That'd be cool. I mean," she sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes, I'd like that."
Jasper grins, fist pumping the air and when he realizes she's still there does he smile awkwardly. "Can I still call you?" He asks.
She laughs, "Yes, you can still call me. Just try not to do those dance moves ever again."
A/N: I hope you liked it! I really loved this scene from Ross x Rachel and I just really wanted to do it for bellarke. Do tell me if their are any grammatical errors because although I did proof read it, I didn't edit it so there might be a few misspelled errors and I might read it tomorrow and change something up. Please review and give me some AU's for bellarke, I'd love to hear them! And please send in some fan art or something of the sort. Review and have a good day! - Phantom4747