Someday I will Too

A Walk In The Woods

Chapter 2

She wanted to say something. She wanted to move. She just couldn't. She kept her gaze at him. At his peaceful face, at his even breathing. He looked so calm. He looked like a teenager. Carefree and full of energy . And all this, moments before he woke up. When he opened his eyes, suddenly every part of him grew 10 times older. The worry that had kept him awake so many nights was there again and his hands were shaking. She felt the urge to do something she wasn't supposed to do. He wasn't a friend. He was an ally and that was all. Right ? She wasn't sure anymore. Something in her was changing and all she wanted was to stay there all day. So no one could see them and no one would ask questions. No one would bother them. She kind of wanted him get back to his old self. Rude and arrogant. Weakness wasn't looking good on him. His unsure voice woke her from her daydream.

'What are you doing here, princess ?'

'Sorry, I'm leaving.' Her walls were up again. She decided not to give into the strange feeling in her stomach caused by him calling her princess. Was she enjoying this nickname? Especially from him? She had yet to discover all this.

'I didn't say leave, did I ? I simply asked you a question.'

'I was leaving anyway, stayed here too long . Got work to do.'

'Okay' He wasn't sure what to say in response. 'I'll be outside in a minute too.'

'It's fine, rest a bit more. I can manage running for a while.'

What was that? Was she actually telling him to rest? Did she care? So many questions were flying through his head that he actually lost the count.

'No, I'm awake, so I'm not wasting anymore time.'

There was something in his voice. In the sentence he had just said. Awake and not wasting his time anymore. Or at least he was hoping she would notice. She seemed to, but he wasn't sure so they unlocked gazes and continued their work.

The weather was playing with them. One moment the sun was shining , the other, furious wind was trying to kill someone. They weren't sure why, but winter was coming so it was a possible reason.

'Octavia , please, can you come for a second?' Clarke called from the other side of the camp.

Octavia who was trying to find something to do, jumped and ran as fast as she could to Clarke.

'Tell me you have something for me.'

'You want to go for water?'

'Yes !.. Wait, alone?'

'No, with me of course. I'm sorry if you want to spend some time alone, but I'm not allowed to let you go anywhere by yourself. I hope you understand ..'

'I'm over that, really. I was mad, I admit. Still am.'

' I'll try to be as quiet as possible.'

'No, no, that's not what I meant. Come, I'm in a mood to spill secrets.' She winked at Clarke and took two buckets. Clarke did the same and followed her.

As they were leaving Bellamy noticed immediately .

'Wait, wait! Where are you going?'His question was directed at Octavia.

'Going for water. With Clarke, is that a problem?'

'It's windy, you're not sure what the weather has prepared for today.'

'Even the weather isn't sure of what is going to bring us, so we better get some water before people start to complain. I don't want another fight between them.'

He stared at Clarke unsure.

'She'll be fine, Bellamy. I'm not going to let anything happen to her,'

He wanted to say the same for it would sound strange. As if he he didn't, right?

'Okay, thank you' Was all he said before hugging his sister and slowly waking away turning around one more time. 'Both look after each other, okay?'

'So , what did you want to talk about?'

'I will use my time with you to talk about someone you don't want to hear about. Not because I want to talk to you about him, but because I want to share my problem with you.'

'Okay?' Clarke was wondering what was going on . Octavia was not the one to talk much. Plus, she had latched onto her and had accepted her as a sister or a mother, Clarke didn't know . But she didn't want to ruin this for her. Octavia was a good girl. She needed support, and Clarke was going to give it to her.

'My brother.'

Clarke took a deep breath. She should've seen it coming. Duh .

'What about him?'

'I want to know something . Am I the guilty one for our mom's floating?'

'Why would you think that?'

'Well, it's either mine or Bellamy's. And I'm blaming him, he's blaming me. I know he doesn't mean it. I saw him last night. He was looking awful. He was staring at the sky. Talking to mom. I heard him. It was just before he went to bed. He was asking her questions and answering to himself. He was crying.' Octavia's voice cracked. 'I never wanted this. He's such a good brother'

Clarke felt the strange urge to ask a question she shouldn't be asking.

'Tell me about him?'

'About Bellamy?' Octavia looked a bit taken aback.

'About your childhood in general.' Clarke managed to cover herself .

'Oh, well, that's a long story , but as we have a long road to go, I guess I can tell you a bit. Tell me to stop when you get annoyed. I can talk about this for hours.'

'I'll tell you' Clarke smiled.

'Our father died 1 month before our mother found out she was pregnant with me. She decided to keep me as a memory left to her from dad. Bellamy is 22 years old so it means he was 6 years old when mom gave birth to me. Bellamy named me. From what I have heard , right after that she had been really tired and fell asleep. From that moment Bellamy had promised not to let anything happen to me.'

Clarke was listening, taking every bit of information and keeping it save in her head.

'So, from then, my earliest memories are the ones when we were playing 'A pony ride' in our room. Mom would sew and Bellamy would take me through the jungle and through the forest . Of course , imaginary places I craved to see .'

'Pony rides, really?' Clarke wasn't doing a good job containing her laughter.

'Seriously, when I tell you I have the most adorable brother in the world, you have to believe me!'

Clarke was laughing right now. The image wouldn't leave her mind. It really was adorable.

'I would've never imagined him like that.'

'You should've seen him making those weird faces when I first asked him what a French kiss was . I had heard it from inside the room from a few kids running down the corridors.'

'How did he explain it to you?'

'I was 10, he just said that I would find out when I grow up. Then told me to shut up and go to sleep . Way to make my curiosity go away'

'I'm sure of it.' Said Clarke wiping a tear from her eye.

'I don't know … seriously , he's done everything for me. I've always wanted more and more. I'm just selfish.'

'No , Octavia, you're not selfish. You were just a kid, you still are. Hell, we all are. We must be curious . It wasn't your fault that your mother kept you, neither was your brother's. Nor your mother's. You're a miracle. Your father disappeared , you appeared on his place. You're not a burden. You're lucky to have someone who would kill for you. He would go through the woods just to save you. And he wouldn't regret it , because it would be worth it if it meant you would be safe again. When we get back, I need you to do something for me.'

'What?'

'Go to him and apologize for all that you said to him. Be his support. He needs you.'

'Clarke … Were you in your tent last night ?'

Clarke felt her face starting to burn.

' Why?'

'I think I heard Bellamy talking to someone, I figured it would be you. Cause you know… it didn't sound as if he was with a girl. You know what I mean.'

'I know, yeah'

So?.. Was it you?'

'… Yeah I tried to talk to him, but I didn't do a good job on finding what was up with him.'

'Mad at me.'

'Okay then, you can go and tell him what I told you. I think you should listen to me when I say something. I'm not always right, but when I'm sure , I'm sure.'

'Just like when you said that there was hope for Jasper.'

'Just like then.'

When they returned the weather hadn't change a lot, the wind was a bit stronger but it was fine. Octavia put the buckets full of water on the ground, and so did Clarke. Then Octavia got closer to her and pulled her in a warm embrace whispering 'Thank you' in her ear'.

Bellamy saw that. After that he was attacked by his cheerful sister who dragged him to a private place claiming she wanted to make things right. He shot one last look at Clarke who just smiled and turned away.

He followed his sister sure that their conversation would end well, and all this thanks to one particular princess.