A/N: I hope this makes up for that crappy chapter before. A follower of mine had said it was too dull and boring and didn't show romance whatsoever and I had to agree. So I hope this one is a litte to your standards. Excuse the last chapter if you will. I'll actually be trying to change this story up but for now I'll just be trying to get the chapter up and then I'll be modifying it for adjustments. Take this as a first draft, I guess? Not sure. Anyway hope you like! -Phantom4747

He remembers the first time he saw her; she was just so colorful. Her curly waved hair was as golden as a lion, lips just a shade under of a rose almost the same shade as bubblegum, her eyes were of the sea blue that showed a tidal wave coming and although her skin was pale, her cheeks were flushed and her nose a pinkish color which was a beautiful contrast with her pale skin, either way, it was not the deathly pale as it was now.

Her face is scratched all over, her skin as pale as a skeleton, golden locks turning a more whiter - more stressed - color, the pinkness on her face that was from well nourishment had left her body completely. The only thing that stayed was the ferocious blue in her eyes yet still, it didn't show as much light as it did when they first met. It showed darkness and pain and he wished he could wipe that from her eyes. It had only been a month since they met and he still couldn't believe how much has changed.

"Well?! Do you have anything to say for yourself?!" Clarke screamed at Bellamy, her tight pink paled lips forming into a scowl.

"You can't make the tough decisions around here, I can. It needed to be done. You should take a few notes, princess, you might learn something."

"The only thing it makes you is a narcissistic selfish asshole, all you do is cause chaos and mayhem. You're reckless, irresponsible, and impulsive; the only thing I'd learn is how to get myself - and everyone - killed. The group is lucky I'm here, if it weren't for me this group, you, and everyone inhabiting it would belong to the dead."

"I doubt that. I did what needed to be done, Clarke."

"You almost got yourself killed! Not to mention the team you took with you! Is that really what needed to be done, Bellamy?"

"If we didn't kill them then, it would just be another problem we had to face another day. I got it over with."

"We lost Roma! How can you not care!? We lost one of our people-!"

"You don't think I know this?" He uproars and she shuts her mouth, seeing the rage bottle in his chocolate eyes. "I watched her go down. I'm the one gonna be digging the damn grave. Trust me, Clarke, I know we lost someone. That hoard has been wandering outside the gates for days now, it's a good thing I did what I did."

Clarke sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose and turning up towards their group that has been staring at them with worry. "Go back to your positions, everything is fine." She dismisses them kindly and when they all give them confused, worried, interested stares, Bellamy speaks up.

"Don't you have jobs to do?" They grumble, going back to their positions nonetheless.

He looks back down at her, seeing her frustrated and agitated face stare right back up at him. "You could have told me about your scout mission, you made me-" She's about to say worry but thinks better of it, she doesn't want that coy smirk to show up on Bellamy's face, not to mention he'd never let her live it down.

"Since when do I have to tell you what I'm going to do? I'm a grown man."

She rubs her temples, massaging them with her index fingers as she gives out an angry growl. Bellamy admits that many things have changed but the hatred and nagging they had from the beginning will most likely be the only thing that really sticks.

"The whole camp was worried." She tells him even though they weren't, they hadn't even noticed his absence until he arrived with cuts all over his face and dragging Roma's lifeless body in his hands. It was her that was worried, she shouldn't have been, but they were the ones running this place. If he died that left her in charge, to burden all these mistakes alone, they were co-leaders and partners and they both needed one another. A matter of fact she had admitted that to him on their scouting mission, last week. And even if he didn't say it, she knew he needed her just as much.

After that scouting mission, they had grown closer. Friends could even be a word to describe their relationship.

He seems to notice what she meant, read through her and he tips his head to the ground ashamed he made her worry. "I can handle myself." He mutters but it really means for her not to worry about him, he exits the cell block and goes outside for some fresh air. Bellamy looks up at the prison, remembering when all of this just began and he had taken over the whole thing just by himself and a handful of other delinquents who had survived and was outside the prison.

He also remembers the next day that Octavia had run away and he had sent Miller and Murphy after her right away as he began to make another bigger search party. That same day Clarke had come with his sister, Miller and Murphy, along with her trusty side-kick, Wells Jaha and (apparently) her arch nemesis, Raven Reyes. The only reason he kept them in the prison was because he needed a doctor, he tried throwing Wells and Raven out but Wells was constantly at Clarke's side and Raven could make bullets. And Clarke refused to let him do that. They made a deal and Bellamy was a man of his word.

Clarke had fixed Octavia's ankle in a cinch, and Bellamy couldn't help his mind from wandering about what if Octavia got hurt worse and Clarke wasn't there to fix it? So just like that he let her stay in the prison and God had he wished he hadn't. She was a pain in his ass from day one, the second day she had tampered with his group saying not to fight with each other constantly and just like that, harmony filled the whole prison.

Who knew a 5'3 eighteen year old girl could calm down 97 prisoners? Well, 96 not including himself because no matter how hard she tried, she could never keep him on a leash. He would have thrown her out on the third day but the whole group had started to get attached and again his mind drifted towards Octavia being hurt. But the real reason he wished he threw her out was because he was starting to get attached, he was starting to care.

He also thinks how much has happened, Raven and Clarke becoming best friends, Wells and Clarke turning to be friends only for him to die the next day, Wells death was the whole thing with Charlotte and Murphy. He sometimes wonders if Murphy's still alive but he tries not to let his mind wander about anything like that honestly.

By the time he realizes it, he's already done digging the grave and he tucks the shovel into the dirt as he pushes himself back up and walks inside the prison. He looks up, Jasper and Monty are staring out the window with their rifles, making sure to shoot any walker on sight. He looks to the side where he can see Monroe and Fox folding some blankets as they pass it through every cell block. Raven on the eating table as she's trying to make more bullets with Harper beside her as good company. His eyes meet up to Clarke's, who's up the stairs and seeming to have an angry discussion with Conner. "Princess!" He calls making her angry glare disappear into a thankful stare for probably getting her out of that conversation.

She points over into a direction making Conner walk away the way she pointed as he fumed and she slowly comes down the stairs looking drained from any energy she had left in her body. "You...okay?" He asks causing her to smile the faintest of smiles, tucking a strand of her blonde curls behind her ear. "Is anybody now-a-days?"

He smirks, adjusting the axe that hangs from his hip. "Fair point."

She gives a kind smile at him, letting her hands clasp behind her back as she waits for him to talk. "Get a room." Raven says, Harper covers her mouth to hide her giggle, Bellamy rolls his eyes, turning to see Clarke do the same thing and he pretends not to notice the tiny blush that rises on her cheeks.

"Anyway we're low on food, I'm gonna take a few guys out to hunt. That okay with you?"

She twists her lip, Bellamy smiles at the small mole on the upper corner of her lip as it twists along with her actions. "Fine, but be quick, it's gonna get dark soon."

He nods, calling Miller, Conner, Atom and a few other men over where he gives them their orders to follow him. She gives him a worried look as she follows them outside over to the gate and his devilish smirk forms onto his lips. "Worried about me, princess?" He adjusts the gun from his back over into his hands, checking his rounds and extending his hand to give him some more to which she does.

She scowls at him only earning a hearty chuckle as he tilts her chin up at him. "I'll only be gone for an hour or so - so try not to miss me, will you?"

An hour her ass!

She paced around the cell block, waiting for him to open those doors and give her a grimace or a wince because he knows he deserves her screaming at him and she's preparing as to what to say when he comes back. She wants to say something of the lines of 'If you ever do that again I'll feed you to the walkers - to - I don't care for you but I was worried'. It's already been a day, she had fallen asleep waiting for him last night and she had decided to go looking for them, telling Raven she'd only be gone for an hour and unlike Bellamy, she would keep that promise.

She knew which route they took, she made Bellamy tell her before he went. So she ventured deep into the woods, surprised momentarily at how fast she found them. Although what she did see was Atom's torn up body from bites all over it as he whispered out, "Kill me." to Bellamy.

Bellamy had held the knife in his hands, he was shaking and he was trying to put him to an end but simply couldn't. It was the first time she ever saw Bellamy be soft and not wanting to kill someone (well other than the time they went on that scouting mission and he was begging for Dax to kill him). She waked over to him, sitting down beside Bellamy and usually when she went out without a gun he'd yell at her and call her a moron and tell her how careless she is but this time he only stared at her with pain.

Clarke looked down at Atom, seeing the bite right on his neck and another one on his cheek and shoulder and...their were too many bites. It didn't even matter if they brought him to the jail, a bite is a bite and once you get bit, your dead. Not to mention the fact that he wouldn't even survive the trip and it was only five minutes away.

"Kill...me," He croaked again.

Clarke looked over to Bellamy, shaking her head in a way that said 'no way in hell is he going to survive this and we need to put him down immediately before he turns.' He nods, his grip on the tiny dagger in his hand tight as he tries to adjust the way the dagger stabs into his skin, trying so hard to stab him. Clarke frowned, grabbing his hand, he gives her a curious scared look that she's never seen on his face but she slowly unravels his hand as she takes the knife from him into her own hand.

"Okay, okay." She agrees to Atom's terms, tucking her feet underneath her butt as she got herself situated.

She smiled down at him, caressing his head and combing his dark hair between her fingers. It was then that she started to sing, she could feel Bellamy's stare of gratitude and something of what she thinks could be respect. She gripped the knife tighter in her palm, running her hands through his hair once more as she stabbed the knife deep into his neck. The blood seeps through the cut, falling on her hands and Clarke continues to hum as she touches his cheek and gives him a small shriveled up smile.

She pretends not to see the way Bellamy let's his head fall on Atom's stomach as he says an incoherent 'sorry.'

The next day was terrible.

Octavia was keeping to herself constantly, she even had fought with Clarke too and kept in her bunker. Leaving Bellamy overly worried and stressed and Clarke pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. The crowd was also not helping their case, complaining about food and how the supplies are minimizing. Raven even complained about not having any gun powder left to make bullets.

That's why they had formed a little group to come with them. Jasper, Monty, Raven, Bellamy and Clarke.

Although Bellamy wasn't too keen on the idea of leaving Octavia alone without Clarke or himself watching after her but Clarke had said she needed time to mourn and that all they were doing to her was making her feel like she had to explain her mourning. They had put Miller and Monroe in charge which Clarke wasn't happy about because although she was fine with Monroe it wasn't long ago where she was cheering for people to die. When she told this to Bellamy he had simply said, 'We've all done things, Clarke.' and that was really the only thing she needed to hear.

So with Raven and her pistol, Jasper with his shotgun, Monty with his dagger, Clarke with her machete and Bellamy with his AK-47, they walked up onto the gates. Bellamy nodded over to Fox and Daniel to pound against the gates to get the walkers attention away from them and over to where they were standing and once they did, they opened the gates and stepped out.

Of course though right when they started, Bellamy and Clarke had got in an argument.

"We go into the woods where we have cover." Bellamy insists.

"They might pop out at us without us seeing! We head for the road."

"That just leaves us defenseless!"

"Just make a decision!" Raven exclaims throwing up her hands dramatically as she rolls her eyes.

Their stare is long, full with anger and although they are speechless - they all know they're having a conversation with each other. It became a thing they had between the second day of their meeting, at first it was just Bellamy flirting with her as she gave him a cold glare but it soon transfixed into a whole conversation whether it be an argument or a discussion.

Bellamy's jaw clenches, shaking his head as he turns away from her. "Fine, we'll do it the stupid way."

"If their are people on the streets we can take them into our home-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Your thinking about taking people in?" Bellamy's eyes are blown out wide as he turns to face her with an aghast expression. "We talked about this," He whispers over to her even though they can all hear.

"I know, but we need all the help we can get. Our 100 has changed to 48, Bellamy. Forty eight."

"What happened to us being co-leaders, huh? Didn't you say we make the decisions? I thought I made it clear that that wasn't up for discussion. You know, now it just feels like your the one making the decisions."

"That's not true, Bellamy-" She extends her hand to grab onto his shoulder but he turns away from her.

"You know what? The sooner we get those supplies the faster I'm away from you and that sounds like heaven right now."

It's definitely a shot to the chest; it even takes Clarke a few minutes to close her mouth abruptly and even have the capacity to move her legs, she flares out her nostrils. "You wanna see heaven? I'll put you there."

"Ooo, will you know princess? Try me." He turns to her, their now facing each other; Bellamy having to tip his head all the way down to keep their gaze and Clarke looking so high up her neck hurts from the odd position.

"You guys are scaring Monty and Jasper." Raven hisses, turning over to the two scared boys that are clinging to each other.

Clarke frowns, turning over to Monty and Jasper and offering them her usual gentle (mom) smile. "Sorry guys, Bellamy and I are fine. We just need to discuss a few things but don't worry that'll be for later, for now we'll focus on getting the supplies." Her tone is light, the tone she makes when she's trying to comfort what feels like children.

"I'll go on ahead, make sure everything is okay." Bellamy says but even the others don't have to have Clarke's telepathic connection with him to know he was actually saying: I'm gonna walk away from you guys so I wont punch or hurt any of you.

Because their really is nothing that he needs to make sure is okay; the roads are deserted after all. Although he wants to be alone, Raven doesn't grant him this request instead, she jogs up to him and gives him a grin.

"What." He demands, not in the mood for playing.

"I was just wondering when's the wedding?" She cocks her head over to Clarke who is still trying to comfort Monty and Jasper from behind them.

"Me? And the princess?" Bellamy laughs.

"No, you and the zombie," Raven gestures. "Yes, you and Clarke. I see the way you look at her." Raven grins.

Bellamy raises an eyebrow, "Maybe you were too diluted in your little fantasy but she just told me that she wanted to kill me and I said that being away from her is what I call heaven, so no, I do not look at her." Bellamy protests.

"You do," Raven insists. "You look at her like she's the most infuriating, horrible, beautiful person you've ever met. I still haven't decided whether you want to kiss her or strangle her. Sometimes I think you might even want to do both. Plus I know how much you worry and look out for her - and everyone knows you'd kill them on the spot if anyone hurt her."

"We're close." He shrugs.

"Finn and I were close just like that too. Probably the reason why we were dating."

"Trust me when I say," Bellamy sighs. "It's not like that."

"Well if it's not like that for you it sure as hell is for her."

He raises an eyebrow at her, for her to proceed with her story and question what she meant. "Every time you leave to go out on some mission or little scouting trip, she throws herself at work to try and forget you or paces around the gates waiting for you to return. Last time she fell asleep near the door waiting for you, lucky I found her and dragged her over to her bed otherwise someone might have stepped on her."

"She...does that for everyone. Y'know princesses, always worrying about their beloved people." His voice is too weak when he says it and he curses right when he realizes it.

"Trying to convince yourself buddy?" Raven smirks and he stares over his shoulder to see Clarke staring at him giving him a worried and remorseful expression with her eyebrows furrowed causing creases on her forehead that says: I'm sorry, please don't be mad. He nods in understanding, rolling his eyes a little humorously to tell her it's in the past and the giggle she makes is something he grins at because that's the giggle she reserves just for him.

"Do you really not look at her?" Raven asks again, nudging him with her elbow. "Cause that sure as hell looked like you were looking at her."

"We're done talking about this." He lets his footsteps fall slower over until where Clarke, Monty and Jasper are finally walking beside them.

Raven is now talking to Monty about their terrible moonshine when she wiggles her eyebrows over at him. Bellamy rolls his eyes.

"What...what were you two talking about?" Clarke whispers over to him.

"If I told you you'd probably get disgusted."

He looks down to see her face and she scowls at him, it's a real snarl, not the one she gives him when they're fighting - no, this is the snarl she gives when she's staring at the walkers. This pissed off, are you fuckin' kidding me, snarl. "Really?" She mutters, "Didn't think she was your type."

"Oh." He realizes what she meant, realizing that he should have used a better choice of words. "No, that wasn't what I meant."

But she's already talking to Jasper about how good he's getting with a rifle and that when he becomes even better she might even give him the first shift to which he grins proudly. "Clarke." Bellamy growls, grabbing her forearm and stopping her from walking. "That's not what I meant, don't ignore me."

"Guys, are you seriously gonna fight again?" Jasper exasperates, shuffling on his feet.

"It's alright, you guys walk on ahead." Clarke waves and after a worried nod they all do.

Clarke folds her arms, tapping her foot impatiently against the road as she waits for him to talk. "Raven and I were not talking about something like that."

"Okay." She says coldly.

"What? You don't believe me?"

"Well Bellamy...it's not exactly unknown that you sleep around."

He sighs, running his hand through his unruly brown curls of hair. "We were talking about me and you actually."

"What about us?"

"That..." He's fumbling with the way his belt hangs off his hips now, trying to focus on everything except her. He doesn't even know why he's explaining this to her, it's not like she cares about him or he to her. He doesn't know why but her thinking about him liking someone that isn't her leaves a nasty taste in his mouth so he continues to fumble with things to try and explain what him and Raven were talking about. Clarke still cant believe this is Bellamy Blake, the guy who use to have threesomes in the middle of the whole damn prison who looks really embarrassed just saying, "...That we're close."

"GUYS!" The scream of Raven snaps them out of their heated gaze and over to the group as they see a mob of walkers running their way, flailing their arms as they tried to run at all their speed. He looks over at Clarke, asking her permission and after a nod, he barks out the order. "We're going in the woods! Come here!"

They both wait until the group has reached them and once they all duck in the woods is when him and Clark decide to go. Their is an adrenaline rushing through his veins anytime they run, the view of everyone peeking over their shoulders as they run as fast as they can carry themselves, the way the lifeless bodies chase after them just as fast. What makes his heart stop is seeing Clarke, her hair practically running after her and her peeking over her shoulder - not see how far away they are - but to pull him alongside of her.

She grabs his forearm as they runs, Bellamy raises his gun with his free hand, shooting whatever comes too close and they continue until they reach the next street where they all dodge in a bakery. Luckily for them, when they open the door their is only one and Bellamy runs over to it, hits him with his AK-47 and smashes his skull with his boot. All of them sighing in relief when they realized they ditched the huge hoard of walkers.

"Afraid to say it but I think we should crash here for the night." Bellamy says, looking to Clarke to see what she says and she nods.

"I know this road a little so in the morning I want you three checking for any supplies here and Bellamy and I will check at the little pharmacy at the end of the road." Clarke states.

"None of you will go out of this shop, am I understood?" Bellamy asks, Jasper and Monty nodding vigorously and Raven giving a firm nod. Jasper goes into the next room, soon coming out and throwing a loaf of bread in Bellamy's hands.

"There's more too."

"Is it expired?" Clarke rushes, looking at the bread to see if it is.

"Only by two days, that aint so bad?" Bellamy shrugs, opening it and after taking a whiff he puts some in his mouth and his shoulders slacken from just the taste. They all grab at least two slices, sitting in a circle as they stare at the roof. "Nine hundred cartoons of beer on the-" Jasper starts but Bellamy throws his shoe at him and Raven hits him in the gut.

Clarke laughs, holding onto his shoulder - and this time it's not because of a loss or out of sorrow or worry, this time it's her holding onto him as she rumbles with laughter. He wishes she'd stay like this forever.

A/N: So hopefully it wasn't that bad? Tell me what you thought of it in the comments or just message me if you feel more comfortable that way. Also please, please review. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't review for the first one being that it was rubbish but that one I'm hoping to at least see a few. I don't know if I'll be continuing this if it doesn't, I mean, I already have the third chapter half way done but if not a lot of people enjoy it I don't know if I should keep up with it. I don't mean to sound pushy, I just don't know if this story is good and continuing writing while no one enjoying it is a bit pointless. Anyway, enjoy! Reviews appreciated! Have a lovely day! - Phantom4747