Hi! I'm baaacck. I am so excited that you all actually liked my story! Thank you again for all of you who favorited/followed/reviewed! You're all super sweet :). I'm not quite sure if these next few chapters will be any good as it's inspiration was a squashed bug… ANYWAY! So please don't stone me if it sucks. Also, I beg you to pardon any grammatical errors as I have yet to locate a beta (if you're interested, pm me!). Now I suppose you all want me to stop rambling… Hope you like!
"So, where to, Princess?" Bellamy tentatively asked. Throughout his life, one piece of advice has always held true: A first kiss can be really awkward! If things don't go well after that potentially-relationship starting kiss, it's doomed from the start. Although Bellamy knew how he felt for Clarke, he wasn't sure how she would react. It was very possible that she smiled from ear-to-ear simply because Bellamy was a good kisser. Two many possibilities…
"I have no clue!" The beautiful blonde said with a laugh that rang much like a crystal clear bell.
A strange comfortable silence fell over the two as each contemplated their future whereabouts. It was exponentially harder than usual for Bellamy to keep from staring at Clarke's face; the slight sprinkle of freckles, the luscious curve of her upper lip as she bit the lower. It seemed as though that one kiss, and what it unlocked, revealed a whole new world the Bellamy. Suddenly, he decided a way to choose a direction. Bellamy reach out a grabbed Clarke's hand, kissed it, then raised it above their heads like a form of dance.
"Spin!" He said.
"Spin? What? Why do want me to spin?" A silly look of bewilderment crossed the face across from Bellamy's.
"Trust me! Just close your eyes and spin,"
After a few moments during which Clarke stared at Bellamy as though he was the weirdest thing she had ever seen, Clarke finally lit down her barrier and spun. The colors rushed past her eyes so fast that they began to hurt. She shut her eyes tight, still holding on to Bellamy's fingers as she went quicker. Her ever-growing dizziness eventually led the girl to trip over a rather large bush. Before her head hit the ground, Clarke found herself wrapped in Bellamy's arms as he knelt on the ground to catch her. Bellamy noticed that the paired were currently facing the direction of the setting sun.
"West it is, Princess,"
"We'd best hurry if we want to put any distance between us and Camp Jaha before they realise we're gone. Plus, it'd probably be better to find some place to camp before night fall," Before her sentence was even complete, Clarke began hiking in the decided direction.
As it turns out, west was a really stupid decision. The rough stretch was filled with massive boulders and- much to Bellamy's disdain- numerous thorn covered bushes. Although, Bellamy supposed that he owed the demonic bush some thanks after it's snagging branches compelled Clarke to remove her now torn shirt, thus leaving her in only a small white tank top. To make the hike ever less enjoyable, billowing dark storm clouds began to blackout the last of the fading blue sky as the sun set.
Just as the first drops of rain began to fall, Clarke spotted a small hole under a few slick rocks. As they reached it, both wanderers were pleased to find the hole let to a pleasantly dry cave.
"Well… it's kind of small but I guess this is where we'll stay the night. At least it's warm," Clarke said upon sliding into the cave after Bellamy.
Bellamy couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh no!" He said, his voice nearly dripping with sarcasm, "Clarke, it's not like we've never touched! I-," Bellamy froze when he realised how easily he had almost told Clarke that he loved her. Luckily, it seemed as though she didn't notice due to being preoccupied rolling her eyes. As he stepped closer, she playfully swatted his chest.
Almost to Bellamy's surprise, Clarke's voice raised into one that sounded suspiciously like her mother's, "You will be sleeping no closer than five feet, young man," With that, Clarke moved to the corner farthest from the cave's stormy entrance, rolled up her now destroyed shirt and laid down. Bellamy as she watched as the girl shifted in attempts to gain a sense of comfort. Only after he was certain she was asleep did he lay down about a yard from her, willing sleep to avoid him so he could admire her all night. Bellamy had never seen Clarke so peaceful. Although slightly unused to the thought, Bellamy decided he was more than happy to take it slow with her. Truthfully, he had no idea how to handle a…relationship. Never before had he spend more than twelve hours with a woman. And really those hours consisted of nothing more than a little alcohol, a little flirting, a litt-a lot of sex, and sleep. Although Bellamy was very good at all those activities (some even more so than others), he realised they truly meant nothing to him. By the end of their- the many girls and Bellamy's- night together, Bellamy couldn't even remember the majority of their names… that is if he ever even bothered to ask.
No matter where his thoughts led him, Bellamy always ended up back at Clarke. After nearly two hours of slowly falling asleep, sleep took the young man as a smile still lingering on his face.
000
When light began to stream harsh on Bellamy only just awoken face, he couldn't help but curse it. Still mostly asleep, Bellamy was quite startled upon noticing the weight on his chest. He looked down to find Clarke in his arms, curled smaller than he had ever imagined possible. Assuming that they must have changed from their original position sometime during the night, Bellamy kissed her forehead in attempt to wake her nicely. Much to Bellamy's surprise, when Clarke's head lifted to great his, her eyes held no clouds from sleep. She'd been awake.
"Good morning, Princess. I trust you slept well?"
Clarke gave a yawn, "Indeed. It seems as though rocks have suddenly become squishy!" She giggled.
"Oi! Who are you calling squishy?" Bellamy snapped in mock offense. He then rolled over gently so Clarke's back was to the ground and kissed her lightly on the forehead. He gradually make his way down her face; first her eyes, then her nose, both cheeks, and lastly her chin.
"You missed a spot!" She stretched her neck and kissed his lips. Bellamy could feel her smile against his own, "As much as I enjoy this, I would like to get a lot further from camp by tonight. Knowing my mother, she's probably organizing a search party as we speak!"
Clarke slowly crawled out from under Bellamy. She stretched her arms until she nearly touched the roof of the small cave they had spent the night. "I imagine we ought to go look for some berries or something…" She walked out of the cave.
Bellamy remained sitting on the now ice-cold stone of the rock shelter. He couldn't help but marvel at how lucky he was. Sure, many in his situation would probably be wishing to go back to camp, no matter the cost, but for Bellamy, having Clarke by his side made him invisible. He could face wolves, fight of thorn bushes. Hell, Bellamy would even eat berries for every meal if it meant he could share that meal with Clarke. How quickly he had decided he loved her.
"Blake! You coming?" Clarke shouted from outside the cave.
"Be out in a sec!" And with that, Bellamy began to crawl rather awkwardly out of the cramped entrance.
Luckily, there appeared to be some rather edible berry bushes about a mile north of the cave and at about 9:00, Bellamy and Clarke arranged a makeshift table breakfast spread. Nature had provided a plethora of berries ranging in color from bright blue to crimson red. Bellamy discovered, much to Clarke content, as they sat face-to-face across a landslide rock that the cooler the berries were in color, the more sour the were. Clarke couldn't seem to keep from laughing as the boy practically died on the stone table. Clarke stopped abruptly.
"Did you see that?" She demanded. Without waiting for an answer she headed east chasing something only she could spot. Bellamy quickly followed.
"Clarke! Clarke wait up!" Bellamy nearly ran into her as he focused intently on not tripping on the many rocks that rested on the steep hill they found themselves on.
"Look up, silly," Clarke said distantly. Bellamy did as commanded and found himself directly beneath a mass quantity of glowing blue butterflies. They danced around each other, some resting, others restless. It seemed as though someone had spilled a bucket of… what's that old word?- glitter across the tree canopy creating a blue masterpiece. Bellamy looked back down at Clarke to find her giggling to herself. He was on the verge of asking why when he spotted it. One very small blue butterfly sat on her outstretched finger. He could tell how much she loved this moment and he wished profusely for the ability to freeze it for her.
The strange looking pair remained in the butterfly field until the sun was nearly at the horizon, sitting and eating berries in complete silence while the soft trickle of a nearby creek whispered in their ears. A strange idea came to Bellamy, "This could be our home, Clarke. We could build a shelter here. There's fresh water, a food source nearby. It would be hard at first, but we could do it, Clarke!"
Bellamy turned to face Clarke to find her beaming at him. He could tell that she loved the idea.
"It's perfect," Clarke said softly.
He scooped her into his embrace and felt her relax in his arms. "You know, Clarke, I've been meaning to tell you something since-since that first day on the ground. I think… will there's no denying it at this point… I am in love with you, Clarke,"
Bellamy expected Clarke to take a moment to process but as the minutes began to pass by without her reacting, he grew worried.
"Hey. Clarke. It's too much. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," He gently shook her shoulders. Still no reaction.
"Clarke? Are you ok?" He lifted her up more so he could see her face. Bellamy froze. Her eyes were completely rolled back into her skull, yet still open. Her nose had a stream of blood running from it.
"Oh god! Clarke? C'mon, Clarke! I- I can't do this without you!" He felt for a pulse and, at first, couldn't find one. He began to panic just as a faint thump pumped against his fingers on her wrist. DAMMIT! Bellamy didn't know what was happening. She was obviously poisoned and the berries were the most likely cause but Bellamy had the same varieties and he was fine. There was nothing else…
Accept the butterflies...