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The night had went by too slowly for Bellamy. Luckily that night there was no drunken brawl at the bar, it had simply been a boring night.

After they had cleaned up, and closed up for the evening Bellamy lit up a cigarette, and headed back to his apartment. This was the normal for him, getting off at one and then getting up at seven to work at his other job.

Working at Loco's and then throwing fish in the morning was not his dream jobs, but it paid the bills. Bellamy's home was nothing fancy, but it was livable with a bed room, small bathroom, kitchen, and living room. The pay was fair, so for the moment it would have to do.

Bellamy walked up the three flights of stairs, and haltered when he saw his little sister lingering by his door. He figured she would be waiting for him at some point, even though it was late at night. Octavia did not tolerate ignoring her very well.

When she finally looked up and saw him, he watched her face fall. "Bellamy Blake- I've called and called… we need to talk now." Her arms crossed over her chest and he walked forward, taking his keys and placing them in the door knob.

"I have no idea why Vee…" He stated flatly, as he opened the door letting them both in. Octavia brushed past him and made herself comfortable in one of the few chairs of the living room.

"Well make yourself comfortable then…" Bellamy muttered as he closed the door, locking it behind him. He threw his stuff in the corner and then made his way to the refrigerator, taking a cheap beer out for himself.

"Big brother, sit down and let's talk." Octavia yelled from the living room. Bellamy didn't know the real reason why he hadn't spoken to her, he just knew that he didn't really want to. He had so many thoughts going on in his head, he didn't want to bombard her with them.

They sat across from one another, neither one knowing exactly how to start the conversation. Octavia leaned forward in her chair, "Ok… Are you still pissed off at me about that stupid date? Is that why you're not speaking to me?"

Bellamy took a sip of his beer then turned his attention towards her, "No Vee… I've just been going through some sort of funk lately. You know it's getting closer to that time of the year."

Octavia's eyes softened and she nodded her head, understanding his words. "Yeah, I know that Bell- but it's been almost 6 years. You can't keep blaming yourself for something that you didn't do…"

Bellamy didn't really like to talk about their mother's death. Octavia really didn't realize the involvement that he did have in Aurora Blake's "accident", or that is what the police report had concluded the situation to be.

He took another sip of the beer, before putting it down on the old coffee table. "Yeah… I just… it's been on my mind a lot lately."

The siblings sat in silence for a moment, before Octavia stood and walked across the room towards him. Bellamy was stunned as he felt his sister's arms wrap around his shoulders in a warm embrace. "Bell, you know I'm always here for you. You and me, we are all each other has. Us against the world, right?"

He remembered saying those exact words to a thirteen-year old Octavia, when she had found out their mother committed suicide. Bellamy was not a man to show emotions, but a small tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Bellamy took a deep breath, and returned the hug. "I love you, Vee." Octavia released him with a soft smile, "I love you too… loser."

He knew that he could never really tell her the truth, for the simple fact that he couldn't lose her too. Yes, he was selfish. If she knew what had happened that night, he was sure that Octavia would probably never talk to him again.

That was one of the biggest secrets that he would take all the way to his grave. Bellamy let the thoughts slip away, when he remembered that Wick had asked him to come to the wedding.

"Hey Vee, what are you doing December 27th?" Octavia had returned to her seat, but was glued to her phone. After his question, she raised her head up to answer, "I'm not really sure Bell- Why?"

She lowered her head back to the phone, her attention clearly somewhere else as she typed away. "Well, my co-worker Wick is getting married- and he sorta invited me to it. You know I hate those things, but I needed a date…"

He frowned at his sister, while she continued to fiddle around on her phone. Finally after a moment she answered him, "And?... Do you want me to set you up with someone else?" Her hazel eyes met his with an amusing glance.

Bellamy sighed, "No… please, not another date. I was asking if you wanted to go, because you I can actually tolerate."

Octavia smiled, "Yeah, I'll go… I guess." When a ringing nose came from his pocket, Bellamy pulled out his phone and grimaced at the name flashing across the screen.

He didn't bother to answer it, instead choosing to silence the cracked phone and throwing in on the coffee table. Right in front of Octavia. She looked down at the phone before putting her own down and examining his, "Damn Bell- What the hell happened to your phone?"

Bellamy downed his beer before telling his sister about the blonde that had ran into him.

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Clarke and Raven had shopped the night away. Finally after hitting almost all the stores in the mall, they found themselves at a fancy Italian restaurant for dinner.

"I haven't been shopping in forever... I'm so exhausted." Raven tiredly spoke as she glanced through the menu. Clarke nodded her head in agreement. Her legs felt like jelly, and she was sure to have burn marks in her hands, from the many bags she had carried.

This had been the usual for Clarke and Raven back in the day. Once, a teenage Raven had even set a record in their school of spending thousands of dollars, in just one day. They had both been born into respectable families with money.

Clarke had been shocked when Raven had announced her engagement to Kyle Wick. She hadn't been the only shocked one. Raven's parents had almost disowned her, but after a few months finally decided that their daughter's happiness was all they had wanted.

"So what will you be having?" Raven asked her, looking over the menu. Clarke was almost too tired to answer, "I'm going to have the Gnocchi di ricotta. That sounds decent right now."

"I'll have that too." The women waited for the waiter to place their orders before settling down and relaxing.

Something had been plaguing Clarke's mind for a while now, so she finally decided to ask Raven, "Why do you call Wick… Wick?"

The corner of Raven's mouth turned up into a smirk, "Do you really want to know?" Clarke wasn't sure, if she did by the look of the brunette's face, but tiredly she answered. "Yeah, I mean… his name is Kyle."

"Well, my little nosey friend… that's what he likes to be called when we're in the heat of the moment. I don't know… it's just a huge turn on for him." Raven shrugged her shoulders before continuing, "I think it might have something to do with him being in the military too."

Clarke didn't say anything but took a gulp of her water. Raven noticed the discomfort that was coming from her friend. "Clarke, did I say something wrong?"

The blonde shook her head, "No Raven… I just- I've never really heard you talk about Wick and your sex life before." Clarke could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. This was not a subject she wanted to talk about at dinner.

"Well- I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I mean- I know you haven't experienced those things yet and-" Furious blue eyes snapped up at Raven's words.

"Raven! We don't talk about those things in public!" Clarke was not mad at Raven, but she didn't want to discuss her non-exist sex life in the open, where anyone could hear them.

Clarke closed her eyes, and rubbed her temple. She knew Raven spoke the truth. She had never had sex. Not that Clarke hadn't experienced anything, but she just had never let anything get that far. "I'm sorry… there's no one really here though."

She opened her eyes, letting them peek at the room. They were the only ones seated in the section. Clarke relaxed for a moment, "I didn't realize that. I just don't want to talk about my virginity."

Ever since she had been born, Clarke's entire life had been planned out for her. As a child she was home schooled, and then once she had turned twelve her mother decided it was time for boarding school. That is where she had met her free-spirit, rebel, and best friend, Raven.

"Clarke, do you want to talk about it?" Raven asked, concern laced in her voice. Clarke wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about it. She had thought about losing it, to some random guy all the time, but she knew that she would never do it.

If anything was to happen, she was sure her mother was hear about it. If Abby Griffin heard about it, then Clarke would be ruined.

When she was six, her father had passed away from Prostate Cancer. Even though she had known it was going to happen, that had been the most difficult day in Clarke's life.

The worse was what followed. In his will, Jake Griffin had left everything to his daughter and Abby had been furious. When Clarke was to turn twenty-five, she was to inherit over millions of dollars, if only her father's conditions were met. Her father had been a successful business partner, owning seven businesses all over the world.

"Clarke- earth to Clarke. You there?" She blinked a few times, and placed her attention back on Raven. "I'm sorry Raven… you know how that story goes."

Abby had set Clarke up on her sixteenth birthday to meet Finn Collins. He was the son of one of her father's former co-workers, and that meant one thing to Abby. More money.

Finn was attractive, but there was no spark or anything between them. Clarke had found him boring and unappealing. There was nothing really nothing there, but it seemed her mother had other plans.

She had found out through an agreement between her mother and Finn's parents that she and Finn were to be married after they had graduated from college.

At first Clarke had been upset, then she found out the real reason. Unless she married Finn, her father's inherence would be took away from her. That was one of her father's requests. Abby and Clarke would be penniless if that were to happen.

"I know Clarke… There should be one thing you want though. Find someone that you actually care about and- you know." Raven slipped her a sweet smile. Before Clarke could reply, the waiter came back with their food.

They didn't talk for the entire meal, instead enjoying the silence instead. After arguing who would pay for the meal, and Raven winning, they decided to head back to Ravens apartment.

Clarke thought about what Raven had said. Finding some to sleep with would be easy, but finding someone she cared about was a whole different story. She figured it wouldn't be fair, knowing that nothing could ever come from it.

She didn't want to think anymore. There had been too much thinking that night. Instead, she laid her head against the limo door and fell into a deep sleep.

Next up. The Wedding.