Bellamy POV:

After he'd seen them kissing he'd gone straight to his guest room and packed up his stuff after locking the door. Occasionally people tried to knock, even Miller once, but never Clarke. When the house finally fell silent, he wrote a note to Octavia and left the house.

He didn't even know why he was so upset. Well he did, it was because it was Clarke, Clarke and Miller. He'd introduced them, he was his best mate, and now, well now his best friend was getting with his…?

That's the thing he didn't know how to finish that sentence. Clarke wasn't his girlfriend, and he had absolutely no claim on her whatsoever, but he couldn't help but think that Clarke was his; his and nobody else's. And that's what pissed him off; he was the one to pick her up when she was down, to encourage her to let out her feelings. More than one shirt of his was ruined by mascara tracks, not that he gave a shit, but still.

He would have to be an idiot to think that there wasn't a connection between him and Clarke, and he'd always felt a glimmer of something, even stronger while she was recovering and they were coming closer, but he knew she didn't feel the same way, so he knew she would get a boyfriend eventually, so why did this bother him?

He was in his apartment, with a large amount of missed calls and voicemails from Clarke, along with texts, facebook messages and even a handwritten note pushed through the door.

Without you the nightmares are coming back.

This time, nobody rescues me.

Please just let me know you're ok. You can hate me, but please at least talk to me.

C xxx

He found that one the hardest not to reply to. She hated admitting she was struggling, so to do so must mean she was desperate. He picked up a pen, ready to reply, but thought bitterly that she was probably lying; she must sleep brilliantly and feel so safe in Miller's arms.

Thinking about it was making his blood boil, but just as he was about to move away from the paper and towards his computer to facebook stalk her, a strong rapping on the door made him deter, especially when he heard his sister's voice.

"What did I do wrong Bell?" she asked him as soon as the door opened, tears in her eyes as she strode past him, hands on her hips.

"Wha-" he was about to reply before she launched off.

"Ever since Clarke's party, I've not heard one word from you and I don't have a clue why? Is it because of Lincoln? I was sure you had moved past this and I can't choose between you two, so please don't make me Bell! I'm sorry you've given up so much for me, if that's what you're angry about? I don't even know! I didn't even know I'd upset you. Please just what's wrong?" she cried, hugging Bellamy near the end, desperate to know why he'd blanked her.

"O, I'm so sorry it's not you I've been- I'm just sorry ok, I didn't mean to annoy you I just don't want to talk to- just I'm sorry, I'm not angry at you, I'm just really fed up- I love you O ok?" he stammered nervously, repeatedly nearly putting his foot in it, terrified of making a mistake.

"You like Clarke!" she exclaimed half shocked, half excitedly.

"What? How? What?" he pushed his hair back, confused how she'd guessed it so easily.

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN DENY IT! OH MY GOD, THIS IS PERFECT, I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT HOW PERFECT YOU GUYS WOULD BE FOR EACH OTHER BUT YOU'RE BOTH SO STUBBORN I THOUGHT THERE WAS NO WAY THAT YOU GUYS WOULD HAPPEN BUT NOW YOU ARE AND IT'S PERFECT! I WILL OBVIOUSLY BE MAID OF HONOUR AT YOUR WEDDING, AND YOU CAN NAME YOUR FIRST BABY GIRL AFTER ME! OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME EARLIER, I NEED TO PREPARE FOR THIS RELATIONSHIP. YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME BEFORE YOU ASKED HER OUT DOOFUS. Wait why are you avoiding her? Did she say no? Did she break up with you? What did you do?" she screamed all of this at her brother bouncing up and down on the sofa during some of it and sitting almost pensively for other parts, whilst speaking at top notch speeds.

"Woah Octavia! Calm down! There isn't anything going on! Ok, ok so I might like her, but she doesn't know and I don't want her to, she likes Miller" he continued after a death glare from his surprisingly tough sister.

He explained everything, from the moment he realised she was in his head (the first Unity Day), the second he realised she wasn't just stunning and funny, she was also kind of perfect for him (when he'd kissed her), to the instant he understood that he'd known all of this since he'd met Clarke, which is why he'd never been able to have a serious relationship, it was because she had always been the one to set the standard, and why it took her kissing Miller in front of him to see that she will never like him, and he will never be good enough.

Octavia didn't interrupt once, and moved to hug her brother, she comforted him, holding him like a mother would a small child, and whispered "You're wrong. She loves you". She gave him a crushing bear hug that really wasn't that crushing for him, and looked up at him. He didn't want her to stay any longer. He didn't have to say it. She squeezed his hand and left, praying silently that Clarke and Bellamy would see what everyone else saw between them.

He didn't see anyone else for a couple of days, he didn't even leave the house, he called in sick, and stayed rapped in his duvet. He felt like a teenage girl from one of those ridiculous teen movies, but he couldn't build the energy to do anything else. But when the post arrived he got ready and drove straight over to Clarke's house.

Clarke's POV:

She hadn't seen Bellamy since she was in the sea, and she felt completely empty. Walking along the streets she felt like all she could see were happy people celebrating the sunshine. Best friends, couples and families alike were wondering the streets and she noticed Bellamy's absence more and more. What could she say to make him feel better though? 'I'm sorry I kissed your best friend whilst naked in the sea, when really I wanted to kiss you and haven't made an effort since because I'm scared of your reaction?'. Pathetic.

The only person she knew who would know what to say was gone. She missed her daddy. Even though she hadn't had a boy she was this serious about when her father was around, she knew if she was facing any sort of problem that he dad would help her.

Sitting in front of his grave, she lay some flowers down.

"Hi daddy. I had a party at the house, like you always used to joke about. It was fun, but then I really messed up. Daddy I miss you so much, I know you would know what to tell me. I know he won't like me, and he doesn't do serious relationships, but it's like he's been growing inside of me, and now that he's gone I miss him like he's part of my soul. When you died, I felt numb, I felt like every nerve in my body was frozen, the things you don't think about like breathing and blinking were the only things I could think about. I kept nearly letting thoughts of you in, but I blocked them out, I just sat, smelling your scent and focused on my breathing. That was until he found me, and he knew exactly what I was feeling, exactly where I would go. Not even Mum, or Wells thought about that, but he did, because he knows me. But losing him is completely different to losing you. I can feel every breathe because it hurts, and every second knowing he hates me drags on for centuries. Daddy, I'm not saying losing you was easier, because it wasn't daddy, it wasn't at all, I'm still not ok with losing you, and I never will be, but daddy, he was the one who held me together, who shielded me from pain, and now everything he's helped me with is hitting me all at once. I feel like Prometheus, I'm chained to a stone and an eagle is eating my liver out, only to have it constantly replaced, so I keep going through the pain. He taught me about that daddy. He always talks about mythology. I don't know what to do. I miss you daddy. I'll talk to you same time next week. Love you always." She spoke quietly to the gravestone, comfortable in her spot, used to speaking to her father when things got tough, or even if everything was brilliant. She knew he could hear her.

As she drove home she looked in her mirror and saw the mascara tracks down her face from where she was thinking about Bellamy. She got out of the car, and walked into a solid form. It was Bellamy. She was about to hug him, and start crying and apologizing and getting down on her knees to beg him to be her friend again, but he spoke first.

"Clarke, marry me"

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