A/N: This one isn't from FRIENDS episode but I really, really wanted to do this one and I was writing before I could stop myself. Already done with the next chapter so hopefully you'll get that today. Again, I'm truthfully so very sorry I haven't updated in a while but I've been in Miami and I've been trying to finish other fanfics as well as I've been starting new ones. Plus it was my cousin's birthday and just...blegh. Anyway I hope you enjoy and again sorry! (Haven't proof read so please tell me where my mistakes are).

Episode 6: The One Where They Have A Gay Hunt

Bellamy's eyes go wide at the sight before him; Harper desperately trying to make out with Monty as he pushes her off. Bellamy isn't angry at all, him and Harper had just got done with sex and he finds it offensive that she'd just go next door and try making out with Monty but he doesn't care all that much. Harper and him we're more 'fuck buddies' than actually in a relationship. Plus, he had told both Jasper and Monty from the beginning that if they were interested, to knock themselves out.

So the only reason why his eyes are wide is why the hell would Monty push a naked woman that's in front of him and telling him how much she needs him - off of him. He then tries to think just when Monty had a girlfriend, but he hasn't recalled a time where Monty has had a girlfriend. Not any he knows of or Jasper has told him of.

As Monty is frantically trying to get away from her, sliding onto their kitchen counter is when Bellamy comes out of Jasper's room and enters. "Hey," he says to Harper who kisses him on the cheek and tells him she'll start making eggs. He gives Monty a confused stare as he's shaking against the counter, looking like a frightened kitten who just witnessed a massive dog.

"W-what are you doing in Jasper's room? Why is Harp here?" Monty whispers, jumping off the counter and trying to come over to him without touching Harper at all.

Bellamy smirks, raising an eyebrow. "Jasper was on a date with Maya and wanted to treat her nice, he wanted to use my place as a bachelor pad or something. I had a date too so I just brought her over here, don't worry, Jasper said he didn't care if I took them into his room."

Monty blinks, leaning closer into his ear. "I knew Harper was cool but...she still had sex with you? Even when she saw Jasper's nerdy star wars posters?"

Bellamy shrugs, grabbing the plate filled with scrambled eggs that Harper had offered. "Bellamy, do you know where my clothes are? I cant find any." Harper says with a pout.

"Somewhere in the sheets, I don't know." Bellamy shrugs, passing Monty's plate over to him and starting to eat his own eggs.

"Monty, can I borrow some of your clothes?" Harper coos, running her long nails over his biceps only for Monty to scurry away, falling off his seat and sighing when Bellamy snorts.

"No, I don't have any other clothes." He states which is obviously a lie.

Harper raises an eyebrow. "That's what you wear all the time? A white t-shirt and blue checkered boxers?"

"We just started moving here, so I haven't unpacked my clothes completely yet."

"Bellamy gave me a tour last night, I didn't see any boxes."

"Monty's just playing! You can go grab some." Bellamy gives a fake laugh. Once she smiles, telling Monty how funny he is, she struts off to his room to go looking for a pair of clothing she can slip into and Bellamy gives him a confused look.

"What?" Monty asks, sounding deflated off all the Monty-enthusiasm he usually has.

"Nothing." Bellamy says, deciding to keep it to himself.

"I'll order, it's alright." Bellamy says to Jasper who usually orders their coffees. He gets up, Jasper giving him a confused stare as well as the rest of the group.

"Clarke, I always forget what you order - come here for a sec?"

Clarke smiles, thinking he's playing. "What are you talking about, Bell? You order for me everyday-"

"You know what, the princess has to eventually get off her butt so come here." He grabs her wrist, pulling her to stand and drags her over to the counter. Roma is about to come over to them but Bellamy waves his hand for her to scurry away and with an offended look, she does.

"What is going on with you?" Clarke laughs, amused by his panicked features.

"I think Harper likes Monty." He blurts out.

She frowns, opening up her arms and giving him a tight hug. "It's okay, Bellamy. She has no idea what she's missing out on - you're great."

He laughs, grabbing her tiny arms away from his waist and he smiles at her. "No, I don't care about that. You know that. But what I do care about is that once we were done having sex and she woke up, she left to the kitchen and dropped her towel in front of Monty and she was begging for him! Like literally-"

"Wait, wait, wait." Clarke holds out her hand to silence him. "She made a move on him right when you two were done having sex? While you were in the other room?" She spits out, her mouth curling up into a snarl.

"Yeah."

"That- that- I have no words for her! She is such a-!" She's pointing at objects like she's trying to come up with a word that'll show him how rude what she did to him was but he seriously doesn't think Harper is a lamp. He laughs and grabs her hands again, pulling them down from pointing at objects and intertwining their fingers.

"Clarke, that's seriously not why I'm talking to you about this. I think, I don't know what I'm thinking..." Bellamy scrubs his face with his hand, trying to get rid of all the exhaustion on his features. Clarke knows it's a clear sign of aggravation and worrisome, he's done it ever since high school and she guesses now it's just a habit of his.

She grabs his hand from covering his face, holding it within her own and smiles up at him. "Just tell me. We tell each other everything." She reminds him, mostly because she wants him to stop barring whatever he is hiding by himself. They've never been good with hiding things from each other and always found it comforting that whatever she was worrying herself with, he would be worrying about the same thing as well. They always shared their burdens.

He licks his lips, another bad habit he developed when he was trying to think of how to phrase something. "I think Monty's gay!" He blurts out way too fast and way too loud. He's certainly got a few customers attention and Clarke looks over to see if their group has heard but they were laughing at something Raven had said.

She blinks, her eyebrows furrowing together and she can feel the creases create on her forehead. "What?"

"Yeah, I know. But she literally dropped her towel in front of him, revealing her naked body and started making out with him while begging him how much she wanted him into his ear. And all he did was push her off and tell her that he wanted them as friends and no please get off as he scurried on the kitchen counter to get away from her."

"Bellamy," she says exasperated and rolls her eyes at him. "that's him being a good friend."

"No, cause Jasper asked me before Maya that if he could date Harper and I told him to knock himself out. Monty was there, Clarke. He knows I didn't care."

"Think that maybe he just didn't want to? Maybe he wasn't in the mood."

"Name one time Monty had a girlfriend." Bellamy demands.

"That girl from the magazine shop liked him-"

"No, no, no. Not when a girl liked him - hell, everyone likes Monty. Name a time when he liked a girl."

"Bellamy, drop this."

He studies her face carefully, squinting his eyes before he gasps. "He told you!"

"No!" She hisses, smacking his shoulder. "Be quiet. I just...I figured."

"And you didn't care to tell me about this?" He raised his voice.

She closes her eyes, letting her hand slip from his so she can massage her temples. "He doesn't feel comfortable telling us yet, Bell. Plus...his sexual orientation doesn't matter." She waves her hand to try and drop this conversation but Bellamy scoffs.

"Yes, it does!" He counters. "I don't give a shit who he fucks but I care if he doesn't tell me."

"Why? That's his business."

"No, were his best friends. If he cant tell us about who he thinks he might love and who he's dating and who he might want to marry - who are we to him? We always complain about work or love or who were dating and I don't know, I just don't like how he feels he cant talk to us about that either."

Clarke smiles, shaking her head slightly and looking over at their friends from over her shoulder. "He'll tell us when he's ready."

"I can set him up actually. A friend of mine, Miller, he's been begging me to set him up."

"Miller? Isn't he your partner at work?"

He nods and Clarke tries to remember his features and looks over at Monty again before shaking her head from the idea. "Bellamy, we cant just force him to date Miller."

"Why not?" He questions.

"We aren't their parents!" She states.

"They call us mom and dad, minus well we actually live up to our titles right?" He walked back over to the couches where the group was but he was practically bending backwards to look at her features. She laughed, grabbing his face and making him look away as she gave a long sigh, adding along his name like a grumble but it only turned into a laugh.

He scooted himself on the green couch near Octavia, Clarke squishing against him and the arm rest and when the couch dipped over to him had she fallen more into him. They were still laughing, Bellamy wiggling his eyebrows for her to think about it and Clarke hitting his shoulder playfully saying he was an idiot.

"Where are our coffees?" Raven asked, raising an eyebrow.

They both stiffened, Bellamy and Clarke standing in unison as they mumbled a sorry and went to go order their coffees. The group gave them confused stares, raising a few eyebrows at them before they laughed. Clarke hitting Bellamy in the shoulder, "Idiot, I cant believe you forgot to order."

"You forgot to!"

But their fighting just made them all laugh more.

"You need to find out if he's gay." Bellamy points out.

"What?! Why me? Why cant it be you?" Clarke asks.

"Because Monty is closer to you, I'm closer to Jasper. If Jasper was the one who might be gay, I'd talk to him but he's not and it's Monty - therefor, you have to talk to him."

She gives an aggravated growl, slumping against the couch cushions and pushing her strands of hair behind her ear. "How do I ask? I don't want to force him into it, I think the whole 'coming out' concept is important. They should do it when they feel comfortable."

"He will. It's not like your gonna point a gun to his head and tell him to confess for his gay crime or some shit. Your just gonna do the Clarke thing you always do."

"Clarke thing?" She asks, raising a manicured eyebrow at him and giving him a face of no amusement.

"People always feel like they can open up to you. Just do that only exaggerate it a bit more."

Clarke sighs, dumping her feet into his lap as she changes the channel to some sitcom about friends on the TV. She thinks that's actually the title of the show. "Fine, I will. But I think your looking too much into this."

"Clarke, a naked girl was standing in front of him whispering into his ear how badly she wants him."

"Point taken." Clarke says, giving a shrug and she can now feel the way his thumb is caressing her ankle; moving slow lazy circles over it and she giggles which makes him grin.

"Oh, I wanted to tell you about something." He hums, indicating that he's listening as he stares at the TV. "I was thinking about pursuing art like you told me to."

"Really? I thought you said that wasn't an ideal career and that it was just a hobby."

"My mom said that and she's right. I mean, its not an ideal career - not a lot of people make it in that business and it's hard but I wanna try."

"If that's what makes you happy, go for it. I'll back you up."

She smiles, pausing the TV and turning to him, letting her legs go off his lap as she crawls over to him. "Do you think it's a smart choice?"

"Clarke, you gotta stop thinking with that brain of yours. You have to do something that makes you happy. I'm not saying to just quit your job but keep it and once you get the deal set and done and your starting to earn money from the other business, quit the nurse thing your doing and do what you actually want to do."

"What happens if I suck? What happens if I'm not good enough?" She questions, finally sitting beside him as she looks down at the ground and thinks about all the questions roaming around in her head.

"Hey," He says, his hand lifting her chin so she can meet his eyes. "your great at anything you do. No matter what it is, you devote yourself 110 percent, even when you don't like it. They're gonna love you and if they don't, their idiots."

She smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. Their bodies slowly swaying from their tight embrace. "You're the best, Bell. You know that?"

"I know." He grins and she pinches the back of his neck which makes him yelp before she laughs and digs her face into his neck. Lips lightly laying at his collar bone as she hugs him tighter. "You're the best too, you know that right?" He asks, hands snaking up to her lower back as he pulls her tighter into him.

"I'm okay." She shrugs.

"You're amazing." He pulls away from her, looking her in the eye so he can get his point across.

"I'm amazing." She repeats because she knows he wont hug her if she doesn't say that. He pulls her in again, letting his mouth hang on top of her head as his lips kiss into her hair. "You're amazing." He repeats into her hair and she giggles.

"Monty, you know you can tell me anything right?" Clarke questions.

Monty and her are in the kitchen. Octavia and Bellamy on the couch while Jasper sits on the floor and Raven accompanies the other one seat chair. He raises his eyebrow, taking another bite of pizza and swallowing. "Yeah, why?"

Clarke sighs, taking a bite of her own and giving him a overly casual shrug that comes off nowhere near casual. "Nothing, I just wanted to remind you."

"Is there something you wanted to tell me?"

"No, why?"

"I don't know, you and Bellamy are overly close today."

She frowns, putting down her pizza and giving him a stern look. "What's that suppose to mean?"

"Oh. Shit. I'm sorry, this isn't what we were talking about is it? Sorry, Clarke. I didn't know, I swear. I thought you wanted to talk about it." He apologizes quickly, about to retreat to where the group is when she catches his wrist.

"What do you mean? We're always close."

"I know, it's just...you guys seem...absent minded today? Look, I didn't mean anything by it."

"No, he was just telling me that Harper was making a move on you today."

Monty's face runs pale, looking down at the ground and he gives a strained nod. "Yeah, that was weird."

"How come you didn't date her? I mean its obvious she likes you and you two get along pretty well...or I thought you did anyway."

"We do." He says immediately.

"Then what's wrong?"

He shuffles on his feet, no longer able to keep his gaze and drops it to his feet. "Bellamy's dating her."

She gapes. "Don't you dare lie to me, Monty Green." He sighs at this, knowing she's right and mutters out an apology. "You know Bellamy doesn't care as long as your happy."

"I know, she's just...she's not my type."

"What is?"

He's quiet and Clarke realizes that Bellamy as well as her suspicions were in fact right. She makes an 'oh' sound and Monty blinks up in surprise. "What?"

"Nothing," she shrugs, clasping a hand on his shoulder and squeezing it as she smiles. "I always figured."

"Wait, you know I'm-?"

"You don't have to finish it. Bellamy and I were kind of talking about it. We both wanted you to know that we don't care and we're here for you and...Bellamy wants to set you up on a date with Miller."

He looks aghast, completely surprised and then he smiles and shakes his head. "Thanks, Clarke."

"No problem. So," she queries, sliding onto the dinning table as she wiggles her eyebrows. "what do you think about Miller?"

"Bellamy's partner?"

She nods, taking a bite of her pizza and telling him to pass the ranch for her crust to which he complies. "I don't know. For one thing, I didn't know he was even like that. But I barely know the guy."

"Think about it at least?"

He nods and she slides off the table over to the group, stopping mid stride and runs over to him where she kisses his cheek, wiping off the pizza grease with a laugh and as she walks back does she look over her shoulder to smile at him. "Monty, we only care if your happy. Remember that, okay?"

"Okay." He smiled.

Bellamy had got reservations to some fancy restaurant called: Monroe Ala Core. Which Clarke says is the dumbest name but Bellamy rolls it off his tongue and when he says the 'r' he rolls his tongue more and Clarke begins to like the name of the restaurant.

The reservations were apparently for two: one going of the name of Miller for two and one going of the name of Blake's for two as well. Apparently Bellamy wanted to spy on how everything was going on a far away table. Clarke got dressed in a spiffy out fit: a blue cardigan over a daisy black ting top along with some blue jeggings and white flats.

Bellamy had dressed up in his usual décor, a black leather jacket, blue shirt underneath and some cargo black pants with his boots. They took a table behind a fake plant and that's when they saw Miller and Monty come in. They seemed to be having a good time, Monty was trying to explain something with his hands and Miller was smiling.

Clarke smiled when she saw Bellamy giving his soft smirk, happy the two had gotten along. "You gonna cry?" She asks and he rolls his eyes.

"Shuddup." He mutters under his breath, pulling up the menu and asking her what she's gonna order.

"I feel in a steak mood. Is there any steak?"

He studies his menu, pointing out that there is a filet with two sides of choice or the steak with lobster or the steak with shrimp and she goes with the one with shrimp. He orders for both of them, telling the waiter he wants the filet with his two sides and Clarke wants the Victorian steak with shrimp both medium. He tells them that he wants a beer and Clarke wants the margarita twist.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Clarke asks when the waiter walks away, her smile growing wide.

"I'm just trying to relax you a bit." He grins back, cutting himself a slice of bread that they'd given as an appetizer.

"We do have to walk home, Bell." She reminds.

"Walk. We aren't driving."

"But I don't want to have to carry you as we walk home. One beer, okay?"

He makes a noise in his throat, sounding annoyed and she pouts at him. "Pwease?"

He sighs. "One beer."

"I should have made you agree to me that you could have only one margarita." Bellamy grumbles under his breath as Clarke dangles from his side, singing 'We Are Young by Fun' and he laughs, clasping his hand over her mouth and telling her to be quiet or Monty and Miller will hear.

"Ugh! Did you really lick my hand? What are you, twelve?" Bellamy questions.

"Maybe." Clarke teases, laughing when she sees him roll his eyes.

"C'mon, drunk-Clarke. Hop on." He bends down to her and she hops on his back, hands clasping on both shoulders and when he steadies into his stance does she practically choke him from how hard she's holding him.

She digs her head into his neck, her warm breath lingering on his neck and he sighs. "You are such a light weight."

"You're a...what were we talking about?"

He laughs, adjusting her around his hips and grabbing her thighs so he can hold onto her more securely. He ignores the looks he's given when they pass by the random people, he crosses the road to reach their building - rolling his eyes because they had to leave Monroe Ala Core early because Clarke was making too much noise and he didn't want to ruin Monty's date.

"I love you, Bells." She says into his ear and he frowns, looking at the ground. His heart is pounding in his chest and he reminds himself that she's drunk, very, very drunk and she doesn't mean anything that she's saying. Even if she did love him it was more in the platonic best-friend sort of way.

"I love you too, princess." He says and she laughs into his ear which causes a shiver up his spine.

"I've been waiting for you to say that ever since I got back." She admits - well, she doesn't really admit. None of this is true.

"Of course you have."

He opens her door lightly, trying not to wake up anyone because it's 12 and he knows Raven (who probably slept over)and Octavia both have to be up early in the morning. He shushes her when she giggles, dropping himself on his back - or well, Clarke's back and once she makes an 'oof' does he untangle himself from her.

"Noooo," She whines, opening her arms for a hug.

He rolls his eyes, grabbing the sheet from in the closet and draping it over her. He goes into the bathroom, grabbing the garbage can and leaves it on the floor so when she turns when she wakes up, she can throw up in it. He grabs a water bottle and a pillow and some Tylenol, leaving the water bottle and Tylenol on the table and tucking the pillow underneath her head.

She grabs his hand and held it to her cheek as she kisses the back of his hand. "You're always looking out for me."

"You'd do the same for me."

"Because we love each other."

Bellamy smiles, letting Clarke pull him in for a hug and he squeezes her, digging his arm underneath her and the couch and holding her with just as much strength as she is to him. "Because we love each other." He repeated, his hand slipping away from her and he kissed her forehead before he left.

A/N: Alright so finally got this one done. I hope this was okay, I kind of wanted to put Monty out there even though this wasn't in any friends episode. I wanted Miller and Monty together being that I personally ship Minty but I never really went about the situation in the old chapters so I thought why not? Anyway I hope everyone enjoys this and wasn't offended or anything. I just really wanted to do this chapter and I personally had fun writing this. Hope you enjoyed! Have a good day and reviews are appreciated! - Phantom4747