(Clarke POV)
The first night at the Blake's goes pretty smoothly. She was expecting things to go pretty spectacularly bad - at the very least, for there to be tension galore with nerves spiking and everyone on edge while she stays with the Blakes. But the first night Octavia and Bellamy focus on making sure she's okay- trading off on getting food, getting the bed situation figured out and taking her mind off the awfulness of the day (mostly by attempting to make her laugh). It works surprisingly well. She attributes that first night to her new found comfort in the Blake's apartment and, also, helping to ease the emotions stirring between her and Bellamy.
It's been nice. However, the reality of the situation is beginning to wear on her and, in turn, them. Octavia will be spending the upcoming weekend with some friends, making everyone weary of what may occur between her and Bellamy if left alone for an extended period of time. Which is why Clarke is currently battling the landlord about fixing the door and upgrading the locks on the windows. It's been three days and he absolutely refuses to do anything more than put a piece of wood over what used to be her entryway. Apparently, being a responsible renter, getting renter's insurance and providing assurances that any costs to repair the damage will be reimbursed has done little to sway him. Clarke's not sure if she is going to punch him or burst into tears. Probably both if things continue in this direction.
As if waiting for her cue, Octavia stomps out of her bedroom and right into the face of the landlord. "What the hell is your problem, your going to get your money!"
"Yeah, and I'll fix it when I get the money."
"Yeah, so you can buy the cheapest piece of shit door and pocket the rest." He bristles a little at this and is opening his mouth to retort...Only, Octavia ignores him, "We're done with your bullshit. We are going to report you as a slumlord and notify the insurance agency of your tactics - they'll get it fixed properly and, also, report you to the authorities. We aren't a bunch of naive kids who can't take care of ourselves. So, either get it together or we'll make you."
The man moves forward, grabbing onto Octavia's wrist, pulling her in close. HIs words sound like venom, "You can't make me do shit little girl. I can kick you out whenever I want…"
Before Octavia can respond and Clarke can break the man's nose, Bellamy gains everyone's attention, "Oh, really. I didn't realize that you had that type of authority. Please tell me, how did we violate our lease? Or were you threatening my sister without cause? " He's standing at the front door, in his uniform, looking incredibly intimidating. His eyes are hard, trained on the landlord's hand around his sister's wrist.
The landlord looks a little stunned but doesn't remove his hold from Octavia. Bellamy steps forward, growling, "Remove your hands from my sister before I arrest you for assault."
The man does release Octavia and step back from her. He then cautiously makes his way toward the front door, skirting Bellamy. However, before he is able to disappear, Bellamy grabs his attention again, "Oh, and Cage, I highly recommend that you fix Clarke's door before I find something else to arrest you for." It wouldn't be surprising if Bellamy already had some stuff on Cage considering some of the things she's seen go down in the building since moving in.
When Cage is out of sight, Bellamy sighs and enters the apartment. He makes a short pit stop at the fridge for a beer and settles into the couch. It's clear he's had a rough day but he usually needs some time to decompress before anyone tries to pry the stress out of him. So, with a look to each other, Octavia returns to her room to finish packing for her weekend away and Clarke turns toward the kitchen to start on dinner.
She's not the best cook but she does have a few things that she can do really well. She had already planned on making lasagna for the evening. Clarke's gathered all the ingredients to make a big batch along with a hearty salad (Bellamy's big on always having a hearty amount of vegetables with meals) and some homemade garlic bread.
The lasagna is in the oven and she's prepping the garlic bread when Bellamy wanders over.
(Bellamy POV)
The smell radiating from the kitchen draws him in. He knows he's been brooding for a while now and he should probably pretend to be a human being, especially before Octavia leaves. He doesn't want her worrying while she's at her friends this weekend. It's the first time he is letting her leave the apartment for an extended period of time after the whole rave debacle and he wants it to go as smoothly as possible (for both of them).
When he enters the kitchen, he's surprised to see Clarke working on dinner alone. He didn't think she knew how to cook, at least not anything that could smell this good. But, he must admit, he is learning more and more about Clarke every day. The more knowledge he gains, the harder it gets to deny his growing affection for the woman. She is infuriatingly adorable. He's also become less concerned with keeping his distance from her. So, he decides to settle himself behind her, close enough that he can peek over her shoulder to inspect the food more closely.
Bellamy takes great pleasure in seeing the shiver that runs through Clarke's body when he breathes, "Whatcha makin' princess?" into her ear.
"None of your business."
"My kitchen. My business."
She huffs but acquiesces, "It supposed to be a surprise. Kind of a pre-thank you."
"You don't need to thank us for anything. It's been… It's been.. Uh.. nice having you here. You know despite all the random piles of stuff I keep finding around."
"Ha Ha. I only have one pile and its not too bad." At this, they both look toward her pile, then look at each other. It doesn't take long before their staring contest is interrupted by their laughter.