Still don't own anything, it would be nice if I did though. :)

"Bell, it's been a week. Please call me back. I'm worried about you." Octavia's concerned voice came out of Bellamy's phone. He pressed the end button and leaned back on the wall. He finished his cigarette and made his way back into work.

Working at a crappy bar, named Locos was not working out in his favor. He had overslept, and when he had arrived fifteen minutes late his boss had almost fired him. Bellamy had almost gave in, but the thought of bills and debit made him bite his tongue and apologize.

The bad part was it was the same shit, just a different day. The usual customers were in the bar, drinking away their life. Not the he was complaining, the more idiots that came in meant more money.

"Mr. Blake, when are you going to let me take you out?" His eyes snapped up to a regular named Maria. The woman was probably in her late fifties, but Bellamy smiled and without a word gave her a small wink.

He didn't wait for Maria's comments, but made himself busy by heading into the back. He checked the inventory, not wanting to go back up the front. Contact with anyone today didn't really seem like a great idea, but he was disappointed when his co-worker Miller found him.

"Hey man- You know, we kind of need you up in the front and-" Bellamy faced him, not saying a work his expression hardening letting the other man know he was not leaving. Miller held up his hands in defense, "Ok, I was just letting you know what Wick said. I'll make up some excuse for you. Whatever is going on, you need to figure it out soon."

With that Bellamy watched as Miller made his way out of the storage. He was once again alone, but the loneliness did nothing to help him. If anything it made matters worse.

After awhile of checking off the list of certain beers and wines, Bellamy had moved on the liquors when Wick finally found him.

"Bell, we need to talk." Bellamy let out a sigh, as Wick motioned for him to come with him. He followed his manager back up through the bar, and into the little office in the back.

Wick sat behind the small desk with papers covering it, while he choose to sit in the crappy couch in the corner. "So… tell me Bell, what exactly is going on? Murphy had to grill your ass earlier. Miller told me all about it."

Bellamy gave a little snort, remembering the argument between him and the boss. "Look, I was late… and- Well I can't make any excuse for it. I've just-" Bellamy paused for a moment, running his hands through his hair.

"Wick can I ask you a really personal question?" Wick's eyebrows rose up in interested, "Of course, Bell. You know I'll be honest with you."

Bellamy licked his dry lips before continuing, "Have you ever just wondered- What's the point of everyday? I mean, I know this sounds really stupid… but, what is the meaning of life?"

Wick was taken aback at Bellamy's words, but thought long about the subject before answering. "Bell, I really don't know. I mean, it's what you make it, isn't it? You have to do what you want to do, and don't let anyone stop you."

Bellamy let Wick's words sink in, "Yeah- I guess I've just been going through some bullshit depression lately."

"It's all good man… you know my wedding is in two weeks, and I really expect to see you there." Trying to change the subject, Wick stood up and Bellamy jumped up following after him. "Yeah, I will be there. I'll probably bring Vee with me…"

Wick gave him a small smile, "That cool dude, I'm just getting so tired of all this wedding planning. I just want it over with and done, you know?"

Bellamy laughed as the men both made their way behind the bar, "Well if I had to put up with you, I'd understand why it's been so chaotic."

As Wick was mixing a drink for a customer, he yelled back at Bellamy over the music, "Yeah… well you don't know Raven Reyes!"

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"Clarke, I love you. You're my best friend, but really… sometimes you can be such a bitch." Raven threw over her shoulder, looking through what seemed the thousandth rack of bridesmaid dresses.

The two women had just discussed the little prank Clarke had pulled on Jasper. She still felt bad about it, even though it happened over a week ago. "Raven, don't give me shit about it. I've already apologized to Jasper and I have to make him dinner… twice actually."

Raven snorted, picking out a green halter dress then shaking her head, putting it back in hurry, "Clarke Griffin cook? Do those two words even belong in a sentence?"

Clarke huffed, pulling out a dark red dress with a sweetheart neckline, "Yes, I can cook. I can make a mean meatloaf, and…. A really great meatloaf. Hater."

Aggravated, Raven finally pulled herself away from the dress rack, just long enough to glance at Clarke, "Well at least there was an upside the whole mess. The asshole hottie? Right?"

All of the dresses were starting to blend together, which meant a break was much needed. "Raven… "

"Oh come on Clarke… it's not like you're ever going to see him again. The chances of that are slim to none." Clarke and Raven both found comfort in the small sofa in the dress shop.

Clarke felt herself get lost in her thoughts. She hadn't really meant to tell Raven about 'asshole hottie' as Raven had named him, but she had been so angry after his rude little comment.

Raven twirled a piece if Clarke's hair in her finger and they both watched it fall, the curl still remaining in her hair. "I know I won't… I'm just so tired of looking at dresses. You're never going to decide on one."

"I would like to inform you that I'm going to pick one of these damn dresses. Wick has pretty much let me take full control over the wedding, so I can't disappoint him." Raven gave her a cheeky smile.

The blonde girl rolled her eyes. The sooner the wedding was over, the better. Not that Clarke hadn't had a blast helping with the wedding, it was just that Raven had been so controlling about everything. No wonder Wick had let her take over.

"That's great Raven… " Clarke spoke softly. Raven jumped up from the sofa and stood in front of her. "Okay grumpy pants get up. We're going to the mall."

Clarke's eyebrows came together, waiting for the now excited brunette to explain. "I'm tired of looking for dresses for the day. We need to go do something- Adventurous!" Raven exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips.

"Just give me one second, I'm going to let Georgette know we're leaving." Clarke watched as Raven grabbed her purse and walked through the store.

If there was anyone that Clarke had really felt bad for it was Georgette. She knew the wedding planner had be in her own personal hell since Raven had invaded her life, but she got paid well for it.

Raven came bouncing back, and she stood to meet her halfway. "Jimmy's outside waiting for us in the limo! Let's go!"

Clarke couldn't contain the smile that erupted on her face, maybe today wouldn't be such a bust after all.

Next up: Bellamy and Octavia talk and Raven spills a big secret Clarke is keeping.