A/N: Hey guys! Got this chapter out of the way and I know you guys are gonna kill me about the ending but what can I say? I like to see you guys torture ;) No, but seriously, before you threaten to kill me just remember it'll happen. I seriously love you all. Enjoy!

17: The One With Clarke And Her Closure

He's an idiot.

Bellamy really wanted this first date to go well with Roma. She was girly and she liked for someone to be in charge and she liked being a damsel - basically, just everything Clarke wasn't and he needed something like that right now.

He's been with Roma before. They weren't necessarily 'going out', more of 'she's my fuck buddy' but then she said she wanted to do a threesome which was all fine with Bellamy. He didn't care but it was this short little blonde girl with steel eyes and curly hair and anytime they all did it - he couldn't stop thinking about Clarke.

So he had broken up things with both of them. Not because he didn't like them just because it was getting hard and he was trying to get better. So when he comes back to Roma, hoping they can just be adults and more mature and no longer with that girl that looks like Clarke - he was hoping to make things work.

But of course, Clarke just had to kiss him (sort of, it was on the corner of his lips, it counts) and now all he can think of is her soft lips brushing against his. It's in the back of his mind her teary-eyed light smile. So of course he gets hammered and of course he cant remember what happened last night.

Roma does. Roma remembers it all and is now making him remember it all.

"Bellamy, it'd be so great if we got a cat!" She blurts out when their eating breakfast and he almost chokes on a slice of toast. "Oh no, no, no, you said you'd get me a cat don't do that deer in the headlights crap, look at me. You said-"

"Okay."

She blinks at him. "Really? No convincing?"

It'd be good for him. To finally get Clarke off his mind. It'd be great for him. He needs to. It's not an option anymore, it's rehab.

If Jasper and Monty could stop doing drugs, he can stop loving Clarke.

(The heart and an addiction are two very different things, his brain keeps telling him but he pushes it down.)

Clarke sets down an order of coffee's to a table, giving a polite smiling and telling them to just wave her over when they needed the check. She was working herself hard, probably because she didn't want to think about yesterday when she kissed Bellamy. Sort of, it was the corner of the lips but it still counts.

She pushed back her hair from her face, sitting down on the arm rest of the couch as she put her head in her hands. Of course, from all the days she had off in that damn busy hospital - it just had to be the day she didn't want off. She was looking forward to this day so much. She told herself that Octavia and her would go shopping and her and Raven would fix her damn fridge in her house and would make sure that the two explosive boys bought/returned/gave back all the stuff they had borrowed and broken and destroyed.

After that, she was gonna spend the whole day with Bellamy. If she hadn't kissed him or they hadn't watched those videos - they'd both probably be in her room. Him with a book in his hands and hers with a sketchbook in hers as they both leaned on each other and when one of them needed to take a break they'd talk about the most random things.

But no, she had to kiss him and they had to watch that video and that was why she picked up a few shifts at the coffee shop and would soon be watching a marathon of TV shows/movies so she wouldn't have to think about her life. She was also going to do that date thing that Octavia insisted she go to.

"Uh-oh." Jasper pointed to the window, "Ooh, oh, Clarke, don't look."

Clarke looked up from where he pointed and saw Bellamy pressing Roma up against the window as he pecked at her lips for several times. "What? Bellamy?" She asked nonchalantly, feigning indifference at the site even though she really feels like clawing out her eyeballs right now. "C'mon you guys, I don't care, I have a date tonight. Plus all that stuff was in the past."

"Woah, woah, woah, you have a date tonight?" Raven asked.

Clarke smiled proudly, "Yeah, Octavia's settin' me up."

"But uh, uh, what about uh, Bell and uh...?" Monty trailed.

Clarke blinked, cocking her head to the side for exaggeration. "Oh what, Bellamy and my whole insane jealousy thing? Well, y'know, as much fun as that was, I've decided to opt for sanity."

"So you really okay about all this?" Raven asks hesitantly.

Clarke scoffs, waving them off as she stands up to grab a tray and pass out some orders. "Oh yeah, c'mon, I'm movin' on. He can press her up against that window as much as he wants." She looks over her shoulder, at the window where she can see Bellamy and Roma laughing from outside. "For all I care, he can throw her through the damn thing."

Bellamy enters right as Clarke starts handing out coffee, giving the gang all a big smile. "Hey kids."

"Hey." They all reply.

"Oh, Octavia, I figured I'd come by tomorrow morning and pick up Fluffy's old cat toy, okay?" Bellamy asked, going up to his sister and planting a kiss on her cheek.

Octavia grinned cheekily, "Only if you say his full name."

Bellamy glares, reluctantly muttering out (knowing Octavia always gets her way). "Can I come over tomorrow and pick up Fluffy Meowington's cat toy?"

Octavia grins, giving him a wink as she nods, "Alright."

Jasper blinks, holding out a hand for them all to stop. "Hold up, you're getting a cat?"

Bellamy sighs, nodding over to Roma who is wrapped up beside him. "Uh, actually, we're getting a cat."

Clarke blinks, walking over to the group, having heard the conversation, "Together?"

Bellamy nods, leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Uh huh."

"Both of you?" Clarke asks.

"Yep."

"Together." Clarke squeaks.

Roma nods, giving Clarke a tiny wave as she smiles brightly up at Bellamy. "Yeah, we figure it'll live with Bellamy half the time, and with me half the time. Bellamy was a little reluctant to buy a cat but for some reason out of nowhere he didn't mind all that much."

Clarke nods, giving a tense smile as she nods a little too vigorously. "Ohh, well, isn't that just lovely!? That's something the two of you will be able to enjoy for a really, really, really, really, really long time."

Roma nods, "Hopefully."

Clarke clears her throat, having formed a lump the size of a watermelon. "Well." She mutters, looking at her watch, "Woah, look at that! I gotta go, I gotta date. With a man. Um, okay, you guys have a really, uh, have a really good night and you two have a, uh, have a, uh, really good cat." Clarke says, leaving the Central Perk with the tray still in hand. After a beat and a few confused stares does she come back, setting the tray on a table, "Okay, we're not supposed to take these when we leave."

And she exits as gracefully as she did last time. So, with no grace at all.

"I don't know if Octavia told you but this is the first date I've gone on since my divorce so, if I seem a little nervous, I am." He says cheekily, giving a very nervous smile to Clarke.

Clarke nods, chin laying on top of her palm as she stares out into the abyss of the restaurant. "How long do cats live?" She asks distractedly.

Michael's eyebrows furrow, asking in something more than confusion, "I'm sorry?"

Clarke meets his eye, "Cats, how long do they live figuring you don't... y'know, throw 'em under a bus or something?"

Michael, for some reason, taking her question under consideration, says, "Um, maybe 15, 16 years."

Clarke smiles, grabbing her champagne and takes a sip. "That's just great."

"Um, cheers." Michael tries.

Clarke blinks, pulling the glass away from her mouth and giving a fake smile. "Oh, right, clink." She agrees, not bothering to clink their glasses as she downs the rest of her glass.

Michael sighs. "Octavia told you I was cuter that this, didn't she?"

Clarke frowns, reaching over the table and touches his arm slightly. "Oh, no, Michael, it's not you. I'm sorry, it's just, it's this thing. It's probably not as bad as it sounds but this friend of mine is, is getting a cat with his girlfriend."

Michael nods, "Oh, that does sound. . .Ahh."

Clarke sighs, pouring herself some wine into her champagne glass. "I mean he just started going out with her."

"Is this guy, uhh, an ex fiancé, or maybe-?"

Clarke scoffs, "Ah, hah-hah-hah-ho, yeah, he wishes."

"Old boyfriend?" Michael tries again.

Clarke quiets, stirring her wine and staring at the redness of it before she smiles sadly. "Oh, I'm sorry, look at me. Okay, Michael, let's talk about you."

Michael smiles, "Alright."

Clarke downs her wine, opening her mouth so some type of normal conversation to come out, "So, you ever get a pet with a girlfriend?"

Clarke pours the rest of the wine into her glass, her eyes are drooped and her words are slurred as she says, "I mean, it's a cat, y'know, it's a cat. Why can't they get one of those bugs, y'know, one of those fruitflies, those things that live for like a day or something?" Clarke says belligerently, snapping her fingers to get the idea back in her head. "What're they called, what're they called, what're they called?"

"Fruitflies?" Michael suggests.

Clarke gasps, giving a nod of approval. "Yes! Thank you!"

The waiter comes to the table, grabbing the empty bottles of champagne and wine that Clarke had left in the aftermath. "Would you like any dessert?"

"No!" Michael exclaims too fast, calming himself he adds, "No dessert, just a check, please."

Clarke frowns, "Oh, you're not having fun, are you?"

"No, no, I am, but only because for the last hour and a half I've been playing the movie Diner in my head."

Clarke sighs, burying her head in her palms and squeezing it together like it'll form some type of brain that isn't hers and doesn't have Bellamy on it's mind. "Oh, look at me, look at me. Oh, I'm on a date with a really great guy, all I can think about is Bellamy and his cat and his... Roma."

Michael sighs, "Look do you want a piece of pie or something?"

Clarke wrinkles her face in objection. "No! It's too late for that man. I have just screwed this all up. I just want to get over him. Gosh, why can't I do that?"

Michael holds her forearm carefully, giving her a weak smile that he hopes is reassuring. "Oi. Look, I've been through a divorce, trust me you're gonna be fine. You just can't see it now because you haven't had any closure."

Clarke's droopy eyes suddenly become big, staring at him like he has two heads as she nods vigorously. "Yeah! Closure. That's what it is, that's what I need. God, you're brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?" She blinks, "How do I get that?"

Michael shrugs, "Well, you know, there's no one way really, it's just, you know, whatever it takes so that you can finally say to him, "I'm over you."

Clarke nods, lips jutting out as she thinks about it and rolls her hands along with her words, "Closure, that's what it is. Closure." She lays her palms flat on the table cloth as she whips her head around and finally spots a guy with a cellular phone. "Hello, excuse me. Excuse me, hel. . . woo!" She recovers from almost falling out of her chair.

The man sighs, "Hang on." He says to whoever he was talking to and looks over at her with aggravation clear on his face. "What."

Clarke smiles, "Hi, I'm sorry, I need to borrow your phone for just one minute."

The guy scoffs, "I'm talkin'!"

Clarke raises an eyebrow at his rude tone, looking him up and down before she says, "I can see that. I... just one phone call, I'll be very quick, I'll even pay for it myself." The man still looks reluctant to give up his phone and Clarke smiles awkwardly. "Okay, you're bein' a little weird about your phone."

The man sighs, "Alright, fine." He places his phone back to his ear, "I'll call you back." He mutters before ending it and handing her the phone.

"Thank you." She says sweetly, grabbing the phone and turning back to Michael. "I am so good with people. Anyway, let's get down to business." She dials Bellamy's phone number, placing it up to her ear and raises her chin to prepare for a fight. "Machine." She tells Michael, "Just waiting for the beep."

Michael nods, clearly not interested, "Good."

Clarke smiles when she hears the beep. "Bellamy. Hi, it's Clarke. I'm just calling to say that um, everything's fine and I'm really happy for you and your cat who, by the way, I think you should name Michael." She says cheekily before clearing her throat, "And, you know, ya see there I'm thinking of names so obviously, I am over you. I am over you and that, my friend, is what they call closure." She hangs up, tossing the man's phone into the ice bucket as she downs the rest of her wine.

Clarke groans, holding her head in her hands as she drinks down another asprin. Bellamy opens the door to their apartment, seeing her on their dinning table, giving her a pleasant smile and kissing her cheek. "Hey princess." He says only to earn a groan.

Bellamy winces, knowing by her baggy sweatshirt (that's he's pretty sure is his) and checkered jogging pants - that her date probably didn't go so well. That and the fact that she looked shit-faced and had an asprin and water bottle in both hands. "Oh. And how was the date?" He teases.

Clarke groans again, "Um, I think there was a restaurant... I know there was wine. . ." His laugh makes her pause, looking up at him and squinting her eyes. She remembers something, not much about last night but she remembers him for some reason - just cant place it.

Bellamy chuckles, rubbing her back reassuringly before he goes to the fridge and opens a beer. "Must have been fun. Once in awhile the tight-ass Griffin should get a little dancing." He looks back over to her and smiles, "Anyway Roma's downstairs getting a cab, I just need the cat toy, did Octavia say. . . What? Why, why are you looking at me like that?"

Clarke blinks, realizing that she's staring at him a bit too long but still doesn't take her stare away. "Sorry. I just - I don't know, I, I feel like I had a dream about you last night but I don't remember."

Bellamy blinks, "Okay, well when you do - tell me about it and - Oh, oh, oh." Bellamy jogs over to the couch, grabbing the cat toy beside it and smiles in victory.

"Did we speak on the phone last night? Did you call me?" She asks, getting up from her seated position from the table.

"No, I stayed at Roma's last night."

Clarke hummed, walking to go into her room and lay down.

"Oh, actually I haven't even been home yet. Do you mind if I check my messages?" Bellamy asks.

Clarke nods, waving him off. "Oh yeah, go ahead." She goes into her room, lying sprawled out on her bed as she can hear Bellamy dialing in his machine to check his messages.

"Clarke, I got a message from you." Bellamy calls, "Who's Michael?"

Clarke bursts out of her room, eyes wide and muttering to herself that she didn't leave a message last night. She didn't. And then it comes crashing down on top of her like an anvil, hitting her till she starts running over to him. "Oh my God. Oh my God Bell, no, hang up the phone!" She jumps off the couch and lands on Bellamy's back, feet wrapped around his waist and hands laid at his shoulder blades as she scrambles to rip the phone out of his grip. "Give me the phone Bellamy, give me the phone, give me the phone, give me the-" Finally getting the phone from him does she throw it into the sink.

She doesn't have to know Bellamy for years or be his best friends or be his ex-girlfriend to know that his face is crumbling in a mixture of confusion and pain. "You're over me?" He asks, hands weighing at his sides and not seeming to move at all despite her weight on top of him.

Clarke covers her mouth with her hand, tears starting to build as she groans out, "Ohhhhhhhh God."

She climbs off his back, stepping away from him immediately and Bellamy turns to her. "Wha... you're uh, you're, you're over me?"

Clarke groans, running to the couch to burry her head in the pillow as she groans into them.

"When, when were you... under me? I mean, you were under me but your still - um, you know, under me? Clarke. Clarke do you, I mean, were you, uh. . . What?" He demands, stepping over to the couch to look at her.

Clarke sighs, looking up to him and tries to compose herself, "Oh, OK, OK, OK, well, basically, lately, I've uh, I've uh, sort of had feelings for you." She squeaked out.

Bellamy blinked, stepping back suddenly and nodding his head in disbelief. "You've had feelings for me?"

Clarke, as she always does, puts up her walls. "Yeah, what, so? You had feelings for me first."

Bellamy's eyes widened. "Woah. Huh. You know about my, I mean, you know I had... you know?"

Clarke sighed, "Raven told me."

Bellamy gulped, trying to push down his urge to kill Raven. "Raven. When did she... when did she... when did she?"

"The night we watched the old videos. After you left."

"Left." Bellamy muttered.

Clarke nodded, "When you went to Roma."

Bellamy took in a deep breath, "Roma. Roma. That. Oh God. Roma, right. Okay, I need to lie down." Bellamy walked over to the couch beside her, about to lie down but then Clarke looked up at him and she was in her PJ's and suddenly he really had the urge to kiss her. Especially with that messy bun and in his shirt and in those checkered red pants. "No, ya know, I'm gonna stand. I'm gonna stand," He stands up, "I'm gonna walk," He walks, "I'm walkin' and I am standing." He says as he does both.

"Okay," he pauses in front of her as she stands right beside him with those blue eyes that he simply hates. "So you uh, and now wha... and now, now, now you're over me?"

Clarke bites on her lip, looking down to compose herself before she meets his gaze, "Are you over me?"

It's such a long moment of silence, the type of silence where their is so many words exchanged but nothing said. He can see her big blue eyes staring up at him and her beautiful curly hair pulled into a messy bun and the way her (his) blue sweatshirt is so big it's hanging off one shoulder and how her checkered pants are nice and tight in all the right places.

The doorbell buzzes, causing him to stop because Roma. That's Roma. He cant just give up everything anytime Clarke calls. It can't be like it was back in high school. Because it's Clarke and Clarke Griffin is dangerous and for some unknown reason that anytime she waves a hand or snaps her fingers or even thinks about something, he'll be right there following her order. It's ridiculous. It's ridiculous how much he's in love with her and how much she barely thinks of him like that.

Can he be selfish for once? Can't he just fuckin' like this sexy girl named Roma who completely and utterly loves him back and would do whatever he wanted if he asked? Can't he love someone like that? He knows he's done a lot of shit in his life and maybe it's not fair of him to ask this but why can't they love him the way he wants to be loved? Because Clarke loved him. He knew that. But he also knows that Clarke Griffin could rule the whole world if she wanted to and he knows that she has walls and thinks the worst of love and that's why she's always so distant. So why cant he just get this normal girl? Why must it always end with him completely and utterly and shittly in love with Clarke and her always smiling and making him hope.

She just has to make him hope.

"That's, that's Roma. Ro... Roma, Roma." He runs over to the intercom, pushing down the button and says, "Hi Roma."

Roma says over the intercom. "Hi honey, I've got a cab waiting."

Bellamy says in the most perky voice he can muster. "I'll be right down."

Clarke blinks, "Wait, so, you're going?"

Bellamy sighs, pausing at the door with his hand held tight around the handle. "Well, I uh, I have to. I can't deal with this right now. I mean, y'know, I've got a cab, I've got a girlfriend, I'm... I'm gonna go get a cat."

It's those damn eyes. The way she looks up at him with those eyes before she nods solemnly. "Okay, okay. I understand."

Bellamy's hand twitches to cup her face. To just grab her chin and kiss her and maybe even lock the door and just do it right on the floor. But then he thinks of her leaving again and her and Finn and her and Lexa and he stops himself. Clarke will never love him. He's not someone who gets girls like this. Bellamy can get girls but not, Clarke Griffin, type girls.

Clarke is going to wind up dating some fancy ass rich guy who has a mansion and money. He's doing her a favor.

"Cat." He squeaks out before he leaves.

Roma squeals, looking at the cat in the cage. "Ooh, this one is cute, don't you think?"

Bellamy nods, "Yeah. This one's cute and-and that one's cute," He points to a cat. "and that one's cute." He points to another cat. "They're all cute. They're kittens. Let's just wrap it up and get the hell out of here."

Roma raises an eyebrow, "Are you okay?"

Bellamy nods, trying to scrub the worry off his face. "Yeah me, me? Sure. Yea, totally."

"Bellamy, honey, hey...I know that this a big step for us but I've got a feeling we're going to be okay. I don't think it'll be like last time."

Bellamy nods, "Yeah I know. I know." He turns to a worker. "So um, do you have any cats that are really old or incredibly sick? Just-"

The worker gives him a strange look.

Roma hits him, "Bellamy! I don't want one that is about to die."

Bellamy shrugs, "Oh see, now we should of worked that out before we came down here."

Roma rolls her eyes, "Look Bellamy, I am going to narrow it down to this one over here," she points to one cat. "and this one with the stripes." Points to the gray kitty with the stripes. "Okay. You pick!"

Bellamy blinks, eyes going frantic, "Uh oh wait. I - I have to pick?"

"Yeah, which ever one you want."

Bellamy gulps, his mind immediately flashing to Clarke and her smile and her laugh. "Oh well I um..I don't know. I mean it's not that easy to choose. You know? I mean both-both cats are-are beautiful and um..funny and...you know-"

"Well, do you wanna take both?" Roma suggests.

"Both? Both? I can't have two cats-I mean...I don't want two cats. I want this golden one but - I'm not good enough for her."

Roma raises an eyebrow, "First off, I didn't suggest a golden one but if you want that one, sure. It's just a cat, Bellamy."

"No, no, its not. I don't deserve that cat. That cat doesn't even like me! I mean for god-sake I've been looking - waiting - for this damn cat my entire life and it wont want me. It cant. I'm not...I'm not a cat owner."

Roma hums, looking worried and as if she should take him to the hospitable. "Well, Bellamy. You'll be fine and it's obvious you have your heart dead set on this golden one. And look! That golden cat is scratching to go next to you. Take a chance."

Clarke sighs, wiping at the tables with Klenex with vigor. She growls, throwing down her rag as she turns over to the door only to see Bellamy barge in. "Hi." She says lamely.

"I didn't get a cat." Bellamy states.

Clarke tries not to smile. She shouldn't. She's terrible and she knows that she is. "Oh, that's um - interesting."

Bellamy scoffs, giving her an incredulous look, "No, no it's not interesting. Okay, it's very, very not interesting. In fact it's actually 100 percent completely opposite of interesting."

Clarke glares, going back to wiping the tables once again. "Alright, I got it Bellamy."

He stares at her. It's the worst feeling he's ever felt, maybe number 2 of the worst feelings he's ever felt. The worst would have been loosing her in the first place. But it feels really terrible seeing something you want so badly, not being able to have it because you know you'll wind up hurt. You know you'll both wind up hurt. "You had no right to tell me you ever had feelings for me."

Clarke pauses, back stiff and voice drenched in pain, "What?"

Bellamy growls because it's not what he meant to say. Maybe it is. Because maybe, just maybe, if she hadn't told him - if she hadn't got drunk and left that stupid message he'd have a cat right now and him and Roma would be happy and he could finally, after all these years, move on. "I was doing great with Roma before I found out about you!"

Clarke throws her rag at him which he managed to dodge. "Hey, I was doin' great before I found out about you! You think it's easy for me to see you with Roma?"

Bellamy runs his fingers through his hair. "Then you should have said something before I met her."

"I didn't know then! And how come you never said anything to me? That was an option too, asshole."

"There was never a good time."

Clarke scoffed, giving a dry laugh. "Right, you, you only had a few years. We only hung out every night. We only talked every fuckin' day!"

Bellamy points at her, to try and give some exaggeration in his next words that don't seem to help him, "Not, not, not every night. You know, and... and it's not like I didn't try, Clarke, but things got in the way, y'know? Like, like Lexa or Dax or whoever the hell the other guys names were and girls you dated or ex-fiances or, or, or Lexa."

"You know your right. You had such major competition. It's not like I dropped any of them because of you. No, of course not, I didn't let go of Dax or Lexa or Sterling - just because they were jealous of you. It's not like I picked favorites or anything-"

"I get it." He gritted out because she did that countless times.

"Okay, Bell, then do you even have a point? I wont be surprised if you don't."

He narrows his eyes at her, licking his lips like he does when he's trying to form the right words. "The point is I... I don't need this right now, okay? It, it's too late, I'm with somebody else, I'm happy. This ship has sailed."

Clarke placed her tongue behind her teeth, licking them as she did when she was about to say something that could hurt the soul of millions. She refrained herself. Doing that would just lead to a bigger fight, instead saying, "Yeah, what're you saying, you just sort of put away feelings or whatever the hell it was you felt for me?"

Bellamy shrugged, "Hey, I've been doin' it since the ninth grade, I've gotten pretty damn good at it."

"Alright, fine, you go ahead and you do that Bellamy."

"Fine."

"'Cause I don't need your stupid ship."

"Good."

"Good." She says as he exits the coffee shop.

Clarke stands up and opens the door, yelling after him, "And ya know what, now I've got closure!"

Clarke slams the door like he had just done and turns away from it to sit down on the couch. She sighs, visibily upset as she puts her head in her hands and begins to quake.

Bellamy knows it's not possible. He knows it's his imagination or maybe it's because he knows her so well but he knows she's crying. He can feel it in his bones and he can hear it ring throughout his ears. From the years he's known her and seen guys hurt her, he's never been the one to make her cry. He'd drop down whatever he was doing just to make her smile. He's never been one of those guys and maybe its simply because he doesn't want to be one of those guys that he runs back into the coffee shop. He promised her they'd always be best friends, by each other's sides, never to be the one to make the other cry. He wasn't going to start today.

There Clarke is, burying her head in her palms as she cries before she regroups and tries to go back to work. Her smile is tight when she sees him but it's all the same genuine and when she opens the door, he doesn't move. He doesn't know what to say. "I don't want to be the other woman." Clarke says suddenly. "Not again."

Bellamy smiles, "Trust me, Clarke. Your never gonna be the other woman for me. The only time that happened was when you joined the Blake house and you took a big of a role as Octavia did."

She smiles, "Can we kiss - just for a few seconds? We wont mention it tomorrow, nothing will happen tomorrow, we wont be a couple tomorrow because I know we cant. I just need you right now so just...please, for a few seconds, and we'll never talk about it again. I need-"

He nods, grabbing on to her hips and pulling her flush against him as he captures her words on his lips. He spells out with his tongue how much he loves her, pulls her more tightly to say all the words he cant and twines his fingers with her hair so she'll know. He tells her everything with his touches; I love you, don't leave me, I can't lose you, I'm sorry. But just as Clarke Griffin always was, she'll never understand his complete feelings for him.

Because for some unknown reason, Blake's will always love more than the person that loves them.

A/N: Probably raising your pitchforks about how much I'm dancing around their feelings, I know. But I have so much cute moments between them so they simply can't be together just yet. Hm, maybe this is how JR feels about bellarke? Who knows. Anyway, I hope you guys don't kill me completely just think about bellarke and cute moments and hopefully that will let you lower your weapons. Anyway, I'm really stressed because I simply can't get my Teen Wolf AU for bellarke done and it's coming out so soon. I'm freaking out entirely so if you guys can give me any ideas how to start it out, I'd appreciate it greatly. Have a good day! Reviews are appreciated! -Phantom4747