Hey guys! Okay so let it be known that I am a terrible human being and I am so sorry this took so long, but here it is! Sorry it's been so long! I've been super busy lately with school and writing my other fic Hiding My Heart Away
Based off the prompt for my 100 follower celebration: "You're so freaking closed up and serious I've never heard you say more than two words what are you doing in this nightclub? Oh wait dang you can dance"
Clarke's shift was dragging on again. It was Saturday night and instead of being out with her friends, getting drunk and having a good time she's watching other people do just that while she makes them drinks and tries to make the smile on her face seem as sincere as possible, but she was seriously struggling.
She'd just finished her finals and was hoping for a night off, but her co-worker Jenny's kid got sick last minute and she needed someone to cover her shift. She was always nice enough to return the favor, so she covered for her and so far the only highlight of night was that she was helping out a friend.
Don't get her wrong she loved working at Grounders. It was a cool new night club, her co-workers were awesome (She'd even become really good friends with one of them, Octavia. Who coincidentally was working with her tonight.), the pay was good and it was a perfect opportunity to hit on some cute people and make money while doing it. She just sometimes had nights like these were she wanted to be anywhere else.
She was shaken out of her thoughts by someone slapping a twenty dollar bill on the table and yelling their order over the music. She quickly got to work making it and getting it back as fast as possible. If she had to work she might as well make some tips while she's at it. Handing the man his drink she noticed a crowd was circled around someone on the dance floor cheering them on.
Turning to Octavia she asked "Any idea what's going on over there?"
Smirking she replied "Not a clue." Drying off a glass and placing it back where it belonged.
Figuring it's about time for her break she heads over to see what's going on.
She definitely doesn't expect to see Bellamy Blake from her art history class in the middle of the dance floor completely mesmerizing everyone with his dancing.
He dances by moving his hips in quick motions with pauses between each movement kind of like the guys in the Magic Mike movies (yes she realizes the comparison sounds ridiculous, but he's just as good looking as they are and his dancing is very similar to that style). She can't help but stare. She's never seen him like this. So free and open, as opposed to his usual quiet reserved self who only speaks up in class when someone has made a horrible historical inaccuracy that he always seems to know the right answer too. She's always found him adorably shy and mysterious, but she has to say she really enjoys this Bellamy Blake too.
The song ends and he stops dancing clearly needing a break.
Realizing the show's over she heads outside to have a well-deserved cigarette.
She's just gotten it lit when the back door swings opens and a disgruntled Bellamy comes bursting through.
"What happened to you? You looked more than happy a few minutes ago."
He looks over at her startled, but seems to sober up quickly. "Yeah well it's kind of hard to be in a bad mood when your sisters given you about half a dozen shots and you just found out you got a summer internship you've been dreaming of since you were a kid."
"Then why the sudden change in mood?"
He frowns at her question. "Said sister's boyfriend just came in and ruined the mood."
"Wait are you O's brother?"
"Yeah, how do you know her?" He said looking confused.
She wasn't sure if he knew who she was. Sure they were in the same class, but just because she'd noticed the hot, brooding history nerd doesn't mean he's noticed her.
"We work together. I'm on shift tonight."
He looks surprised by her confession. "You work here? Man I would've thought the Princess would've had a higher paying job."
"Excuse me? Where do you come off calling me a Princess when you don't even know me?"
"I've seen you around enough to know exactly what kind of person you are." Ah so he does recognize her. "You're someone who probably hasn't had to lift a finger to get anything she wants in life and only has a job, so she can go tell mommy and daddy what a big girl she is and how she's being independent."
I think I liked him better when he was quiet she thinks to herself.
She doesn't dignify him with a response; she just brushes past him and back through the bar to finish her shift. Clarke figures she won't really have to deal with him anymore. Sure they have class together, but they'd never interacted before tonight and she and Octavia are only in work friends so she doesn't really worry about running into him too often.
Of course she's wrong because she and Octavia end up hanging out outside of work and she quickly becomes one of her best friends. They even end up blending their friend groups, her bringing Raven and Wick and the Blake siblings bringing in Monty, Jasper and Lincoln (which apparently Bellamy had finally warmed up to). She and Bellamy eventually come to be kind of friends after months of screaming matches and begging from Octavia.
They work out why he was so harsh on that first night. He tells her that he's always resented people with more money because of the way he and O had to live after their mom passed. He had to work three jobs to help her get to University before he saved up enough for himself two years later and has only been able to stay afloat because O works to pay her own tuition now. She tells him what happened to her dad and that she and her mother don't really speak anymore because she hadn't told Clarke her father was on his death bed before it was too late. She tells him she's been paying her own tuition since she got to University because she doesn't ever want to be in her mother's debt.
After that they come to an understanding and only bicker occasionally. The hatred that was once there replaced with teasing. Clarke can safely that Bellamy Blake becomes one of her favorite people, though she will never admit it out loud.
She eventually accepts the fact that Bellamy is one of her best friends after a year and a half of friendship because at this point they know everything about each other and can't spend a week without hanging out at least three times.
It isn't until what would have been Jake Griffin's 50th birthday when she realizes that she's fallen in love with the mysterious, brooding history nerd turned best friend.
It happen like this; she's locked herself in her apartment, turned her phone off and completely shut herself off from the outside world because on this day she wants nothing more than to be alone. But when she hears a pounding on her front door that won't stop, she decides to get up and answer.
While opening the door she decides she's going tell the person on the other side to fuck off and let her mourn in peace, but before she can strong hands wrap around her shoulders and familiar chocolate brown eyes scan her body as if they're trying to determine whether she's been injured or not.
Satisfied with her state Bellamy finally looks up at her and she feels the air rush out of her at the pure worry in his gaze.
"Clarke what the hell?! Why haven't you been answering your phone? We've all been worried sick about you."
He must realize she's wearing her dad's old MIT sweatshirt because he glances over her shoulder at her TV with her father's favorite movie they used to watch together of his birthday cued up on her Netflix and the assortment of candies on her coffee table.
"You're dad's birthday." He says with a sad look on his face.
He pushes her back gently with the hands that are still on her shoulders and closes the door behind him.
"What are you doing?"
"You think I'm going to let you wallow away in this dark apartment and eat all this candy by yourself? "
"That was the plan yes." She says slightly annoyed, but mostly amused by this man she's come to care so much about.
"Well plans have changed. I'm going to be your shoulder to cry on and I'm going to eat all your candy while doing it."
It isn't until she's falling asleep on his shoulder after watching movies together all day that she realizes just how far gone she is.
She plans to tell him a few weeks later, but he beats her to it in pure Bellamy fashion.
His dance moves are just as awesome at their wedding as they were that first night.