Yeah, probably shouldn't have written this. If only this story went toward the word count of the paper I really should be working on. But, hey, your gain! Happy reading!

Two days later, Clarke rolled out of bed and shuffled sleepily into the kitchen to start the coffee maker, barely opening her eyes; her brain had a functioning level of zero before the first cup of coffee. She had spent all of Saturday unpacking and arranging her new room to her liking, lucking out that Raven had decided to leave her bed and dresser behind when she moved in with Wick. Octavia had helped, and by helped Clarke meant, Octavia had sat on Clarke's bed and chatted incessantly about how awesome it was that they got to live together again. Their first year at university they had been randomly placed together. Both had been nervous about all the horror stories they heard about random roommates, but it turns out Augustana couldn't have made a better selection for the girls and they continued to live together for all four years, becoming inseparable. Clarke poured herself a cup of coffee, adding an ample amount of sugar, and held it close to her face savoring the smell and warmth.

"Awe, Princess, I didn't know you knew how to make your own coffee," a deep voice resonated from the doorway.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Bellamy, don't you have your own apartment?" Clarke said, lowering her mug to the counter.

Octavia's brother and Clarke had never been able to get along and Clarke had no idea what she had done to get him to dislike her so much. She swore Bellamy hated her before she had ever said "Hello" the first time they met. But if he was going to hate her for no goddamn reason, she sure as Hell wasn't going to be nice to him. And thus their relationship had been tense and full of snarky remarks for the past six years, though they both tried to keep at least somewhat civil when they were around Octavia, not always succeeding.

Bellamy snatched Clarke's mug from the table taking a sip, "Dear god, how much sugar did you put in this?" With a disgusted look he went to the sink, dumped out the contents of the mug and poured himself a fresh cup. This time he took a sip of black coffee and sighed contentedly, "Much better."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? And I repeat, why aren't you at your own apartment?" Clarke said, her voicing rising in anger.

It was at this time that a sleepy Octavia joined the two of them in the kitchen. "Please don't tell me you bothered her before she had her coffee, Bell. You guys have a hard enough time getting along when she's properly caffeinated."

"You know where my coffee is? Down the sink because your jackhole of a brother can't get his own mug! And for the third time," Clarke said turning to the male Blake sibling, "why are you here?!"

Octavia slid a fresh cup of properly sugared coffee over to Clarke, "He crashes on the couch when he has a late shift at the Drop Ship sometimes; it's so much closer than his apartment and then I don't have to worry about him getting across town at four in the morning. Sorry I forgot to mention it to you, it sort of slipped my mind until I was woken up by loud voices this morning."

"It's fine." Clarke said sipping her coffee, "I'm going back to my room." She walked away unable to put up with Bellamy before her first cup of coffee. "Maybe I can go back to bed and magically wake up to a better morning," she muttered to herself

"Why do you antagonize her?" Bellamy's sister asked him.

He shrugged, "I don't know. She so easy to rile up. What's she doing her anyway? She's complaining about me being at my apartment, shouldn't she be at hers too?"

"This is her apartment now. I thought Jasper, or Miller, or someone would have told you."

Bellamy gave his sister a bewildered look. "Doesn't she have some swanky place on the upper east side that her mom pays for?"

"Not anymore, Bell," Octavia said, lowering her voice, "Her mom cut her off and got her kicked out of her apartment when she found out Clarke dropped out of Med School. She didn't have anywhere else to go, and with Raven having moved out, I grabbed the chance to get back to living under the same roof as my best friend. She's trying to hold it together, but all she's got right now is a part time job at the conservation center. She loves it, but I'm not sure how well it pays." Octavia sighed. "And Bell, you will be civil with her and let her drink her coffee in peace if you want to continue being able to crash on the couch, not to mention keep your manhood. She was actually pretty tame this morning for not having coffee in her. One time she dumped her bowl of cereal on a guy in the dorm who had taken the last bit of coffee in the dining hall. And that was the guy she was crushing on at the time."

Clarke actually having to work for a living? 'Bout damn time, Bellamy thought to himself. That little princess had had everything handed to her in life, now she's finally getting a chance to see what life was like for everyone else, the question of whether or not that rent check was going to be paid on time.

Bellamy normally wasn't that harsh on people, but he could still remember when Octavia had started college and he had been saving up all the money he could spare so that he could buy her a nice futon or TV or something for her dorm. Right when he was about to surprise her with the shopping trip, she had come squealing into his room in their small, run-down two bedroom, shouting about how she had the best roommate ever! Clarke Griffin had just messaged her saying that her parents were taking them to four different furniture stores, all top quality, to find the perfect things for their dorm room. Two hours later, a BMW was pulling up in front of their house and a blonde girl was assaulted as Octavia had run out to give her a hug, always the overly outgoing and friendly person. Later that evening, Bellamy had listened on the phone as Octavia excitedly described all the nice things they got, as well as Clarke's huge and gorgeous house at which O was spending the night in one of the five spare bedrooms, complete with en-suite. Bellamy had nodded along with murmurs of agreement, internally seething that this new little rich girl could just waltz into his sister's life and give her all the things that Bellamy couldn't. When Spring Break rolled around and Clarke paid for her and Octavia to go to Cancun for the week, it was just the icing on the cake.

"Bell? Did you hear me?" Octavia interrupted his thoughts, "Be civil."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll try," he acquiesced, hating to make his sister upset, "But if she starts something, I'm not going to be the one to back down."

"Fair enough." Octavia said. "I'm hopping in the shower. Lunch when I get out?"

"Of course." Bellamy said, happy not to be losing their Sunday tradition.