A/N:Hey guys! Finally my beta and I got this down. I think you'll all be really happy to read this chapter. A lot of you have requested it. Enjoy!

Episode 22: The One Where It's All About Bellamy

It'd been a whole two months of Clarke and Wells dating.

Bellamy had managed for most part. Anytime Clarke left them alone, Wells and Bellamy would curse each other but when Clarke was present they mostly avoided each other or acted overly kind. The rest of the gang still thought he was immensely boring and didn't like him at all, primarily because he felt like he should be the one in charge. But - that was Bellamy and Clarke's job. Those positions were already taken and having another wanna-be leader wasn't something any of the gang was fond of. But just as Bellamy did, they put up with him for Clarke and managed somehow.

Bellamy had his arm thrown around Clarke's shoulder and Wells had to be content with simply holding her hand, as Bellamy had no intention whatsoever of moving. Clarke never seemed to notice the two boys fighting and if she did, she didn't say anything.

Wells was surprised though; he remembered Bellamy as this bad boy, with a "no one can control me, I don't follow rules" sort of attitude, but with a wave of Clarke's tiny dainty hand, Bellamy was on his feet and doing anything she commanded. He wasn't sure why it made him so angry, but it infuriated him.

Something that every single one of them hated though – was that Wells always got in everyone's damn business. Which is what led to this discussion:

"Your mother says she misses you," he tells Clarke (when she's ranting about needing to find a job before she ends up stuck working at the hospital with her mother) and she freezes. Bellamy can feel her whole body stiffen under his arm.

"You talked to my mother?"

"I've been talking to your mother," Wells corrects, as though he thinks this will help his case.

"You haven't been talking about me have you?"

"Of course I have. We don't have much to go on if we aren't talking about you."

"Then why don't you just not talk to her at all!" Clarke spits out, pulling her hand away from his and standing to her feet.

"Clarke, it's your mother. We've all been very good friends."

"That's right Wells, it's my mother. So don't go talking to her just for the sake of talking. I don't want you to talk to her - I can't - you're so - I can't breathe!" she gasps out. Wells runs to her side but she screams, "Don't touch me!" and Jasper and Monty are immediately pushing him away from her.

Clarke runs out and Bellamy gets to his feet with a sigh. "You fuckin' moron," he states, his voice low and dangerous. And with that, he turns on his heel to chase after Clarke.

When he finds her, she's holding onto a pole and trying to regain her breath, but they only continue to come out ragged. He sits down beside her, letting her have the chance to even out her breathing as she clings to the pole for support. He'd usually hug her or rub her back but he thinks that right now all she wants to do is breathe. So he lets her.

"He didn't know Clarke," he says softly, once he feels like she's breathing a little better.

"What? You're taking his side? What, are you friends with him now?"

"Don't you dare say I'm friends with him, that's embarrassing and makes me feel uncomfortable. He's just the guy I have to hang around because he's dating my best friend; I don't even call him my acquaintance. And the only reason I said that was because we're alone. If we were back in there you know I'd be a hundred percent on your side."

"You're supposed to be a hundred percent on my side all the time."

"I am, I always am. I'm just telling you I don't think he meant to upset you like this. Clarke, as much as I don't like Wells, it's because we're too much alike. He'd do anything for you, just like I would do for you and Octavia. He's very selfless and he wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for you, and he does everything in his power to make you happy... Look, all I'm saying is I know that he makes you happy, and you have a good shot with him. Because your mother will go to your wedding if you wind up marrying him. I'm saying all of this because I just want you to be happy, and I know Wells wants the same."

She's regained her breath, but that doesn't stop the huffing that she has going through her nostrils. "I don't care if my mother doesn't attend my wedding."

"Don't talk like that."

"It's true. I don't care."

"Clarke, I get that we all have our issues and our own problems and shit, but I really don't want you talking like that. She wasn't the best mother, but she tried. Maybe not anymore...but you said she used to," he says, and Clarke dips her head to the ground, knowing her stupid mistake. Bellamy's mother was a prostitute and never attended anything of his or Octavia's. She was crazy, a person who didn't give a shit about either of her children and she had dumped her responsibilities onto Bellamy when he was incredibly young, but Bellamy still had this unconditional love towards her.

"Sorry," she says, leaning her shoulder against his on the sidewalk.

"No, no. It's okay. I never had a real mother so I don't know how they act. Maybe I'm lucky I didn't have one."

She wraps her arm around his shoulder, resting her head on his other shoulder and rocks them. Bellamy sighs, resting his head on top of hers and wrapping his arms around her waist. "You gonna break up with him?"

"Should I?" She pulls away from him, meeting his eye. Her sky blue eyes meet his brown dirt eyes. It's like the sky hits the earth and Bellamy wants so desperately to tell her yes, that she should- but he knows that's wrong of him and he can't go making decisions for her. He averts his gaze, staring at anything besides her eyes so she won't see through him like she always manages to do.

"Do the right thing," he tells her quietly.

"What is the right thing?"

"You'll know. You always know."

Clarke had left after their talk, asking Bellamy to tell Wells to leave her alone for a while and to not come by the apartment because she won't be there. (Bellamy told her to spend some time in his apartment if she didn't want to be disturbed.) Wells, though, figured out that Bellamy would probably do this and was now trying to intimidate him by getting in his face. The result was… rather comical, rather like a fully-grown grizzly being threatened by a Pomeranian.

"Where is she?" Wells demands.

"I don't know. Why don't you call her?"

"Clarke will ignore it or turn her phone off."

"Guess I can't help you."

"She told you where she is, I know it."

"I have no idea where she is."

"Don't lie to me."

"Back off, Wells. Clarke isn't here, so she can't protect you. And right now? I don't even think she'd get angry at me if I knocked you out," Bellamy growls.

"I didn't mean to-" Wells starts.

"But you did." Bellamy finished. They hold each other's eyes for a long minute before Wells turns around and storms out of the Central Perk.

"Where is she?" Octavia asks as soon as the door closes behind him.

"Clarke didn't want me to say," Bellamy answers.

"Not even to us?" Raven asks, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Just give her some time."

They all nod, looking sorrowfully at the ground and Bellamy thinks she's probably wrapped under his lion blanket as she thinks about what to do. Or maybe she's just walking Manhattan and kicking a can as she thinks. Or maybe she's hurting herself with hunting for jobs. Or painting. Knowing Clarke, she's probably trying to do it all at once.

The kids are still sad when they change the subject; aren't as uppity and happy as they usually are. He knows Clarke wouldn't want this so he takes them out to the movies, to ice skating, to all the places he usually refuses to take them to and lets them all have fun.

While Octavia and Raven are skating circles around Jasper and Monty, making them fall countless times and laughing joyfully, he decides to call her. She picks up on the last ring and he can tell just by her voice that she's been in his bed, sleeping under his lion blanket. "Bell?"

"That's me."

He can practically hear her smile. "Is everyone okay? I'm sorry about leaving you with them. I should be there-"

"We're fine, Clarke. I took them out to the movies and ice skating. They miss you, though."

"It hasn't even been a day."

"I know, but they do...I do."

"Come to the Central Perk. Bring red wine, I need to tell you something." She hangs up before he can say anything.

A few hours earlier…

Clarke stops drawing when she hears the loud knock on Bellamy's door. She peeks through the hole and groans, annoyed that he's found her hiding place. "Clarke, I know you're in there." Wells calls from behind the door. She rolls her eyes, reaching for the eraser to get rid of a smudge.

"I can't believe you hid in Bellamy's apartment." He growls from behind the door.

"What's wrong with that?" She curses herself for snapping at him. For even talking to him, because now she can't pretend she isn't there.

"He's Bellamy, Clarke! What isn't wrong with that?"

"Bellamy is my best friend."

"Bellamy is an idiot! He wouldn't even tell me where you were!"

"Because I told him not to!"

"So you trust Bellamy more than me?" She can now hear the anger come from his throat.

"Of course I do." She answers almost immediately.

"I get that you're close," Wells begins. "I get that. I see it in the photos and the way the gang looks at you two and I see it in the way you two look at each other. I see that you've become really close, so close that Bellamy loves you just as much as his sister. And I know that we haven't talked in such a long time and maybe that's the reason why I'm not your best friend-"

"Wells," Clarke sighs, "You are. It's just-"

"Bellamy's something more." Wells interrupts.

"Yes." Clarke blinks, "No! I don't know!"

"Clarke, I've known you since we were little. I know when you're lying. So I'm gonna say this and I want you to answer honestly. I think - don't tell me you don't notice because I know you do - but I think you two may love each other too much."

She stays silent.

"Is it Bellamy or me?" He asks.

Clarke finally gets up and opens the door, seeing him staring at her with such a pained expression it makes her frown. "Which one is it, Clarke?" he asks.

"I don't know what you mean." But she does.

"Which one," he demands.

She thinks back to high school, and the night of the infamous party. The whole reason she had cheated on Wells was because he'd done something that she'd seen as unforgivable. Her mother had lied to her, saying that her father had gone on a "business trip," when in reality, he was dead. Despite knowing the truth, Wells had parroted her mother's lies. And when she found out, Wells chasing after her to the party, she saw Bellamy on the porch.

She had stared down at him as he was drinking, tears escaping from her eyes, and instead of asking what was wrong he had pulled her into a hug and told her it would be okay. Then Bellamy tried to make her feel better by handing her a beer and telling her to go have fun. One thing led to another, and apparently she wanted her fun to be with him. Either way, when she was straddling his hips, running her hands through his hair and he was biting her neck all she could think about was how much she loved it.

She didn't realize 'till later that 'it' was 'Bellamy.'

"I'm so sorry," she tells him and he nods. Wells knows the answer: It's Bellamy, it's always been Bellamy. Even when the two of them were fighting back in high school Wells sensed it, even when they glared at each other or didn't say a word. He knew.

"It's always been Bellamy, huh?" Wells murmurs to her. He wants to correct himself because he knows.

It will always be Bellamy.

Bellamy had grabbed the red wine as instructed and had walked over to the Central Perk.

He looked through the window and saw Clarke, wringing her hands and pacing back in forth with such a grin on her face that he couldn't help but think how beautiful she is and how her cheeks would hurt the next day. He opened the door and right when he did, she pounced on him.

He laughed, twirling her in the air and keeping the wine bottle balanced in his hands. "They accepted it!" She exclaims.

"What?" He laughs, placing her against his chest as he looked down at her.

"Wells and I broke up and I just got this huge surge of anticipation I guess, so I grabbed one of my paintings and went down to that art gallery a few blocks from here and showed it to them, asking if they'd be interested in displaying it, as well as some more of my work. They said that my work was some of the best that they'd seen in a long time, and that they'd love for me to do an entire show! I'm getting my own gallery showing, Bellamy!" she screamed, and he decided that was worth another twirl in the air which made her laugh.

"Of course they accepted it. What did I tell you?"

She rolls her eyes and he squeezes her hips with his hands. "What did I say?" He eggs her on, grinning.

She laughs, hanging her head from her smile. "That they'd be fuckin' morons if they didn't accept it."

"What else?" he prompts her, his grin widening further.

"That I'm amazing."

"You're amazing," he repeats.

They both grin at each other, holding their gaze and Clarke can see the dimples in his cheeks and Bellamy can see the squinting eyes of hers. He rests his head on hers, kissing her nose and she smiles and kisses his back. Bellamy chuckles, throwing the wine over onto the couch and kissing her cheek, letting his lips linger there.

She pulls away from him, her smile disappearing as she looks into his eyes, but then she nods to herself as if she's come to some understanding or agreement in her head. Her hands go up to his shoulders, grabbing the collar of his shirt and she stretches up on her toes to press their lips together. He freezes for a long moment, not daring to move, but when she runs her hands through his hair and scratches down his scalp he surrenders with a low groan.

His hands move from her hips to her thighs, pulling them forward and causing her to stumble into him. She snakes her leg across his hip, rubbing herself against him and he groans and begins to suck on her neck. Time seems to freeze, shutting out the rest of the world and letting them feel like they are the only two people who have ever existed.

Their hands and mouths roam freely as they sink to the floor, and when Bellamy covers her body with his own, Clarke can't help but think how perfect it feels. How he doesn't put his full weight and crush her, but she can tell he's comfortable too. It's like he was meant to be there, like he should have been there all his life, and he should never move. It's funny how heated their kiss is, as if they can't get enough of each other, as if this would be their last day on Earth. Their teeth clash together as the kiss deepens further, since neither of them can seem to stop grinning.

They have trouble pulling off Clarke's tight flowery shirt, but when her arms and head get stuck they both laugh. She feels cold without his body pressed against hers, and she reaches out for him. "Bellamy Blake, you better not leave me like this," she scolds.

"I'm not," he assures her.

"What the hell are you doing then?"

"Going to get a camera."

She yelps, trying to scramble to her feet to stop him, but then his weight is back on top of her and she laughs again. He finally manage to get her shirt off, and he smirks at her as soon as their eyes lock again. "You're such an ass," she tells him, shoving him lightly before yanking at his shirt until he pulls it off.

He grins, his hand resting on her stomach as he kisses her, fiddling with her panties and she pushes up her hips to help him tear them off. "I missed you," he says, and she ignores the watery eyes he has because she has them too. She knows he doesn't mean from today, she knows because she's felt it every time they look at each other.

It feels like old times, but at the same time it doesn't. Bellamy is gentler than he ever was before; he always was fairly gentle, but now he's treating her so delicately that his touches feel ghostly. But he's also more in control, which is odd, but she quickly finds that she likes it. A lot. She is different too; her fidgety hands from before are more desperate and steady, her wanting touches turn more needy and she's more rougher than she ever was. She always was a little rough, but now it's as if her hands are demanding that he give her everything that he is. She lets one hand linger at the nape of his neck as her other goes into her own hair as he thrusts into her.

They were constantly shifting position, rolling each other around the floor as they traded off on top. She barely noticed as they knocked over a lamp, or as they crashed into the couch in their unbridled enthusiasm. The floor certainly wasn't the strangest place they'd ever had sex; they'd always been an adventurous couple, and distinct memories of Disney Land and that one port-o-potty seared through Clarke's mind before stars exploded behind her eyes, making her forget everything except Bellamy, and this exact moment.

His lips hovered over hers; it's not a kiss but they're touching, and their ragged breaths fan each other's faces. Her back arches from underneath him, her eyes closing involuntarily, and just before she crashes their lips together again, she sighs and says "I love you." Hearing those words seems to flip a switch within Bellamy, and he spills instantly, groaning into her neck.

"I love you," he says a moment later, his lips pressing deeply into her temple. "I really love you."

They both laugh, utterly breathless and content.

A/N: I'm guessing your all saying 'finally' in your head right now due to how long it took them to get together. I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it was so late I just got the chance to get on my computer being that it was my mother's birthday and all but I managed. Some of you have been asking when my skins fic is gonna be coming and it is. I swear it is it's just taking a long time. I want it to be absolutely perfect and being that I want it to be perfect I keep arguing over which narrative should be in the first chapter so if anyone of you have any ideas or maybe even requests coming from the episodes, I'd love to write it. Just message me. Anyway, reviews are appreciated and I hope you have a great day! -Phantom4747