A/N: Sorry I haven't posted anything in awhile! It's been very stressful with testing and school and sports all mixed together in my plan. Plus my job. Anyway though, enough of that depressing stuff - I hope you like!

Episode 9: The One Where They Want Julio and Rosa To End Up Together

Clarke had decided to take a break from the dating game for a while. She was worn out from Dax and she still had to file a bunch of papers for the restraining order she had placed for Dax, saying that if he is anywhere near Bellamy or herself or any of her group of friends he would be arrested.

Bellamy had not taken a break from the dating game. He had been with Fox, Kennan, Rina and Monroe all in two day. The other girls he had brought to his place she didn't even know the names of. Octavia had to close their blinds constantly and Clarke had for some reason been crying every night. She had said it was stupid why she was crying, that her period was coming soon and her hormones were out of whack when Raven had caught her but she kept thinking about Bellamy.

She knew it was because of him. Because he was dating and having sex with more girls meanwhile she was too busy thinking about him. She didn't know why she was thinking of him - they were friends, that's what she had told Bree and Dax but she was starting to question it.

She wasn't hopeless though, she walked out, did shopping, got groceries, went to work but anytime she saw him making out with someone on his couch did she retreat into her room to hold herself; trying to calm herself down. It'd been a few hours since she'd seen Bellamy do that and she knows that it's Movie Night Friday and she'll eventually have to go out their and see all of them and laugh and pretend but right now she just wants to hide under the covers.

There's a soft knock on the door and after Clarke wipes away her tears, she covers herself up with the blanket and says to come in. "Hey, you alright? The movie is starting." It's Bellamy and it makes her heart plummet into her stomach.

"Yeah, I'm just not feeling good. I'll be there though, don't worry."

She can feel the dip of the bed as he sits down and he tugs at the covers just a little, not from covering her face but just to get her attention. "I got you something." His voice is soft, the soft voice he uses when Octavia and her are hurt and he's trying to comfort them.

She peeks from under the covers and sees some weird brochures in his hand and a box of chocolates. "Is that for me?"

"Octavia said you were on one of your lady-days so I figured you would want some. Your favorite ice cream; Ben and Jerry Phish Food is in the fridge. I also got you guys some new milk."

She smiles, unraveling herself completely to look at him and he hands her the brochures. "This too. I did some research and I think these are the best schools. I only chose the best though."

She grabs the brochures from his hands, eyebrows knitting together and she lets out a laugh when she sees what they are. College brochures for painting and creativity and art. She smiles tightly so she wont grin so wide and jumps on him which causes him to laugh.

She gives him a tight squeeze, the blanket in between them are rolled up into both of their stomachs before she kisses his cheek and pulls away. "Thanks, Bell. Really. But I cant accept this."

He frowns, "Why not?"

"I'm gonna go to that college here. It's only fifteen minutes away."

"The one near the pub? Clarke, you cant go there - it's not good enough for you."

"This is my home. I already left you guys once and it was the worst decision of my life. I'm not doing it again. If art is what I'm suppose to do, I think it'll happen. I just need to put in some effort, I mean, I am going to a college. Just not some big fancy one."

He smirks. "So your staying here? For good?"

"Yeah. I really missed you guys. Plus if I left who would give me my chocolates when I'm on my lady-days?" She teases, opening up the box of chocolates and throwing a truffle in her mouth before leaving it on her counter. "Come on, we'll miss the movie."

He follows her over to the couch where they both take a seat. Clarke sighing when Octavia had told her it was Jasper's turn to pick the movie which probably meant a porno or some terrible horror movie. When the lights are all turned off, everybody transfixed on the movie does she let her head lay on Bellamy's chest. Pressing a kiss to it and wondering if he noticed.

(He did.)

Clarke had decided to focus on herself for one month. She had visited the terrible art colleges and had been as impressed as she thought she would be. It wasn't exactly good but it wasn't unnecessarily bad. She wanted to learn more about art, to learn about it from a teacher, a professional but she didn't exactly have the time.

Yes, if she pushed the dating aside like she had she might be able to squeeze in some late night classes but that'd leave her overly exhausted and by the shifts she was working over at the hospital - she was already exhausted. She was planning on bringing a piece of her own art to the art gallery down town but first she had to create something beautiful. Something that would knock off their socks with just a look.

Nothing was for sure but anytime she had a little time to herself, she'd go into her room and try to paint free style or just think of what to show case for when she turned in her painting. She'd also want to schedule an art gallery of her own, but wasn't sure if she would be able to do that.

She had been going out on dates when she had gotten out of ideas or Octavia was hounding her. A few guys, the latest was Del who was over all sweet but she was pretty sure he was in love with Octavia so she had told Octavia to go for it rather than herself. Octavia turned him down politely being that she already had a boyfriend. Clarke was amazed how loyal she was but she was a Blake; being loyal was in the blood line.

Luckily though Bellamy seemed to settle down from girls after a week or so. He'd go into her room and flop on her bed when she was painting. He'd have a ball in his hand and would throw it at her ceiling, catching it when it bounced back to him. He talked various things to her, she knew he was trying to get her mind flowing with ideas but everything she did just resulted in her painting him.

It wasn't exactly him. It was - just when she painted his face, his button nose, his lips, his eyes - the painting would morph into something else, like when she was painting the tiny freckles that danced across his nose like a constellation she'd turn the background into an actual constellation. She thought what to call this one, because obviously this piece had to have a name but decided just to call it "Her Sky" because Bellamy was her sky just like he was her ground. He stopped her from floating too high and she kept him grounded.

She also painted just his face, she doesn't know how to describe it but she painted his face and then it morphing into a lions. Once she had saw it she had put on the top of the page, "My Lionheart." She always tried to paint him but would soon realize how weird it was and would try to transfix it into something different. Something that was Bellamy but people wouldn't know it was actually Bellamy.

She smiled when she saw her already two paintings, thinking that it did have something beautiful to it and it did have emotion towards it. "Your the best, Bell." She interrupted him from his story.

He blinked at her, raising his eyebrow before he grinned at her, propping himself up on both elbows. "And as are you, princess." He then went back to his story about something him and Miller did as a prank to one of their friends, Murphy.

She painted him with his arms crossed this time, his usual mischievous smirk on his face and his unruly messy curls. She didn't care to morph him this time. This time she just wanted him. After she was done painting him, she painted on the very top of his head a crown. Going to the bottom and had put in quotation marks, "The Rebel King."

She wanted to show this one for the gallery.

Clarke had to stop from her painting when the door knocked; the painting was Bellamy and Octavia. Bellamy was this lion with his chest ruffled out with pride and a slight smirk while Octavia was this playful kitten, lying on her back as she was stretching out her arms to scratch at the blue ball of yarn.

She'd done a lot of paintings; Raven with fire around her and grease on her face with screws and tires around her; Jasper and Monty with their arms around each other and explosions going on behind them, she had thrown in 'Bam!' and 'Boom!' like the font they do in comic books; Octavia with her arms spread out, blue butterflies all around her and she has that beautiful glow to her that Clarke tried to put in painting.

"Clarke?" Octavia said from behind the door, laying another gentle knock. "You aren't sleeping are you?"

Clarke put her painting back in the closest along with the rest of them and opened the door as she scrubbed the tiredness from her eye. "No, no, I'm up." She said, opening the door wide for her to enter.

Octavia grabbed Clarke's hand within her own and gave her that signature grin of hers. That grin that said: I'm adorable, say yes to what I'm about to say. Clarke groaned right when the grin appeared on her face, "You Blakes's and that grin!" She tried throwing her hands up in the air for emphasis and exaggeration but Octavia's grip on them were too tight. "You think all you have to do is just smile at me and everything you say after will be okay."

Clarke sighed, bending her face forward and letting her wavy curls hit her in the face.

Octavia laughed, a beautiful laugh that sounded a lot like her brother's only it was more loud and more squeaky while Bellamy's was low and with a roughness to it that Clarke couldn't place. There wide grin was the same, nonetheless though. "Sorry but it's important, Clarkey."

"Oh no." 'Clarkey' meaning 'please do something, you really don't wanna do'.

"You know I wouldn't normally disturb you when your in your painting mode but this is really, really important to me." It was true, anytime Clarke had put on her big white buttoned up shirt it was a sign to stay away from her and she needed some alone time. (It wasn't actually her shirt, it was Bellamy's that he gave to her in high school but no one needed to know that.) But even Octavia who was loud and didn't care what anybody thought would respect it when Clarke had put on that shirt.

"Lincoln came back early." Octavia tells her and Clarke now knows that she has to do whatever task she commands of her because it's Lincoln. And Octavia really wants things to work out with this one. "Can you go over to Bellamy's? Say I fell asleep early and you need to distract him for a whole day."

"You want me to distract your brother at 1 in the morning?" Clarke raises a pointy eyebrow.

"Bellamy always goes up to the window at 2 - when I usually fall asleep - to tell me goodnight. If I don't go over there, he'll come here and if he comes here and sees me not here, he'll freak out and do something drastic like call the police." Octavia explains.

Clarke smiles, Bellamy always told Clarke goodnight at 12 when she usually went to bed too. She soon folds her arms, shaking her head from any other thought and going back to the point. "Why can't Jasper and Monty go over there? Even Raven?"

"Because Bellamy can only handle them for so long. Jasper and Monty he'd tell them to leave because he's too tired for what he'd call 'shit.' With Raven he'd wonder why she was even at his flat and tell her to 'repair some microwaves if you can't sleep Reyes, I'm going to bed.' But with you, he wouldn't care what it was - he'd stay with you. Same goes for me. So if you go over there, he wouldn't ask why, he'd just open his door wider for you to step in. Plus you guys talk for hours, you'll find something."

"The whole night, Octavia?" Clarke frowns.

"It's Lincoln."

Clarke nods at that, looking at herself in the mirror with her buttoned up white shirt with millions of stains on it and her booty shorts. "Come on, Lincoln is waiting outside the door." Octavia whines.

"He's outside our apartment?"

"Yeah, he's waiting. He wants to do everything we can together." Octavia soon grins mischievously, "He rented a hotel."

Clarke rolls her eyes, grabbing her white slippers with crowns on them that Bellamy gave her and follows Octavia over to the door. When they open it, Octavia jumps on Lincoln immediately, wrapping her thighs around his waist and throwing her arms around his neck as she pulls him in for a passionate kiss.

"You better get going, Jasper and Monty inform Bellamy all the time where your going." Clarke tells her and Octavia jumps down, hugs Clarke so tight she turns purple, says thank you a million times and pulls away. "Anything for you." Clarke sighs, giving Lincoln a nod in greeting.

"You better show her a good time." She grumbles over to him and walks over to the elevator to go to Bellamy's flat.

Bellamy opens the door wider when he sees her, indicating for her to come in and she practically runs in. The walk to his apartment was only five minutes at most and she'd been cat called three times for the booty shorts and almost froze to death from the wind.

"What's up?" He asks, closing the door and walking over to her.

She looks at his TV that's playing some football game and he has a bag of Lays open wide with a beer. She looks over to him, wondering what she should say - of all the things she'd worry about, an excuse wasn't one of them. Bellamy hands her a beer as he sits down which she thanks him for and sits down beside him.

"Hey," He nudges her with his beer, "you okay? Seem shaky."

Clarke was never good at lying to Bellamy. Ever. She always turned pale and couldn't keep up the conversation without kissing him from how bad she felt. But that was when they were dating, and she couldn't kiss him now. "I had a bad dream." Clarke lies.

"Oh. You wanna talk about it?"

She wants to say 'no, not really' but he knows she wouldn't do that normally. When they use to sleep together and she'd wake up from a bad dream, she'd scoot closer over to him and hug him and tell him every second of it. "It was about you."

When she looked at him to see his face, he wiggled his eyebrows and she laughed and shoved him. "Your hilarious." She tells him, rolling her eyes and sipping at her beer.

"It was just a dream y'know." He consoled.

"I know. Octavia was sleeping and I didn't want to wake her up and I figured you'd be up so I came..." She wondered if he believed her, because how much her voice quivered from lying to him was literally uncanny.

He didn't seem to fall for it, or maybe he didn't question it but he opened his arms a little and she scooted over to him. She laid her head on his chest when he opened his arms a little more, putting her hand over his heart and tucked her legs in behind her butt as she leaned completely into him.

He rubbed her back up and down with one hand, holding his beer steady with the other as they both watched at the TV blankly. It took a while before he talked but he finally said, "Is this my shirt?"

Clarke's face blossomed red, about to push off of him but he held her against him, she could feel his rough fingers rub her back up and down, feeling the fabric. "Uh, yeah...I mean, I didn't think you'd mind. I took it over with me to college and I guess I never got the chance to give it back - I, uh, you can have it-"

"No, that's not what I meant. I'm just surprised that you kept it all these years."

She laughs a little breathlessly (afraid her most comfy and favorite shirt would be taken away from her for a second) and waves her hand to dismiss him. "I wore it anytime I went to bed back in college, or when I was feeling sad or I was painting. It reminded me of home." She realized soon that it was too much sentiment, that he was imagining her crying in college wearing his shirt and she didn't want him to think she was crying from missing him. Even if it was true, she didn't want him to think that. She doesn't want him to think she meant he was her home, that was true as well and she told him that back in high school but back then that led to passionate sex now it leads to stunned silence.

"I'm wearing the slippers you got me for Christmas." She tells him with a benevolent in her tone. Trying and hoping to get his attention to another piece of clothing.

He snorts. "I'm glad you like them, princess."

"I do. Octavia also likes the matching butterfly slippers you gave her."

He smiles at that, proud he gave them a present they used and liked so much. "You know, I still have that card you gave me."

She has to think about it for a second before she gasps, pulling away from their hug and staring at his grin. "Burn that."

He laughs, his eyes squinting and everything and he tries to put on a straight face to give her a surprised look but he cant hold it for that long. "How could you want me to burn that? That thing was adorable."

"Oh my god, Bell!" She throws up her hands, now fully off of him and covering her face with embarrassment.

"It's cute." He insists.

"It's stupid." She corrects.

He licks his lips, trying to stop the grin on his face but it just keeps coming back. The card was something Clarke had given to him on his birthday, it was their first year when they were going out and it wasn't so much as a card as it was a scroll or per say, more like a book. It had every moment of them together; it was her diary pasted together for him. It showed him when they first met and she thought she hated him and he was arrogant to the day where they'd been laughing on the couch now friends to the day he first kissed her to the day she lost her virginity in his bed. It was every moment with her bubbly hand writing and the title 'dear diary'. At first, Clarke thought it would be cute but now it just seems humiliating.

"Where is it?" Clarke asks.

He gets up, Clarke following him and he goes into his room. He opens his night stand, pushing aside his gun and watch and wallet, she sees her book. It was literally her diary - her pink, tattered, heart/smiley face pattern diary. Clarke groaned right when she saw it.

Bellamy opened it up, Clarke could see her teenage hand writing flashing before her eyes and she saw how she dotted her 'i's with hearts and groaned again. "I saw Bellamy in the halls today. Of course, he wasn't alone - he was with his normal 'douche bag' group. He was talking to some girl like he always did-" Bellamy was reading from her book and Clarke squealed, running over to him but he slid past her and jumped on the bed causing it to turn to another page.

"He was wearing a leather jacket and a ting top underneath it with his usual skinny jeans. His hair was slicked back and he had this knowing grin on like he knew he was hot - which was true but-" She jumped on the bed, tackling him against his stomach and causing him to land on his back. Both of them laughing so hard nothing came out from their mouths.

"You're such a jerk!" She hit him, going to grab it but he put it in the drawer of his other night stand which wasn't in her reach. She tried to get up, to grab it and to burn it but he held her against his chest so she wouldn't. She sighed, resting her head on his chest and swinging her feet absently in the air.

"I have some embarrassing stuff of you too y'know." She mumbled with pink puffed out cheeks.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" He challenged.

She pursues her lips in thought, although Bellamy did a lot of embarrassing stuff for her and would go above and beyond when they were dating. She didn't think she took any pictures or anything to remember it by. She can think of that time they went into a photo booth, he had this silly smile on that made his dimple show and she had her eyes wide and her mouth open.

She thinks of that time when they were at school and he was holding an umbrella out for her. She had this goofy smile on because she was happy he was holding it for her but he was smiling at the camera because although she didn't see Octavia take the picture - Bellamy did.

She then remembers something and she has such a big grin on her face that her face might split in two.

"The mix tape."

He groans, letting his hands fall from her waist and scrub at his face.

"That thing was hours long! But I know you put like fifty songs on the tape plus the little thing you put at the end."

He groans again.

"'Sweet dreams, princess.'" She mocks him, "What was that one song you actually played for me? Greek Tragedy by the Wombats, right?"

He frowns at her, throwing her off of him and hovering over her. "Shuddup." He teases, he goes down, grabbing her thighs and keeping her in place. She gives him a curious look but he answers by biting hard on her hip which makes her squeal and giggle.

He snorts, shaking his head with a small smile as he starts to get up. She laughs again, wrapping her legs around his waist so he wont go far and gives him her wide grin. He rolls his eyes at her, licking his lips and he shakes his head knowingly; he knew that face. "Fine, I'll order take out. You want your fried dumplings don't you?"

She unlocks his hips, pushing herself up by her elbows to smile at him. "Yeah, do you want me to order?"

"Nah, I'll do it. I don't mind." He grabs his cell phone, scrolling down on his contacts and calls when he sees the contact 'Clarke's Dumplings.' He's ordering, sitting on the edge of the bed as he does and giving a blank stare as he says, "Yep, cash, apartment 100. Yeah, thanks."

Clarke rests her head between his shoulder blades, wrapping her arms around his waist and giving a yawn.

"Tired?" He asks, he tries to cover his own drossiness but she can hear it in his voice too.

"Only a little." She says honestly.

They rest like that till the take out gets there which was only twenty minutes or so. Once they have the take out and the beers and soda, Bellamy flips through the channels and puts on some soap opera in Spanish. They narrate the whole thing, Clarke nearly chokes on a piece of chicken when Bellamy gets a little too into character.

She puts away her fried dumplings, scooting over to him until her arms are wrapped around his waist and her head is laying on his shoulder. "Do you think his name is actually Miguel?" Clarke asks him.

"Being that they keep calling him Julio? I'm guessing no."

Clarke laughs. "Do you think that Miguel - I mean, Julio and Rosa will end up together?"

"Well they both are seeing other people and they've already been down that rode."

"Yeah, but you can tell from the dramatic music and the way the camera zooms into each other's face that they really like each other."

"I don't know. Maybe."

"I hope they do." Clarke whispers.

He places his nose and lips into her hair and looks at her face which is still staring at the TV.

"I hope they do too." He says but he isn't talking about Julio and Rosa.

A/N: Alright I hoped you really liked the chapter! I really enjoyed creating this one. Another reason as to why I haven't been posting lately is mainly because I'm working on a lot of AU's for our bellarke babies and I kind of just have been plotting out a lot! Also DID YOU SEE THOSE PICS OF THEM!? OMFG I fangirled so hard! Leave in the reviews or just PM me what you think Bob x Eliza's ship name should be. I'm thinkin' Bliza, anyway have a good day and reviews are appreciated! -Phantom4747