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Jaha's office had a slight scent of cedar and pine, but on this occasion, today's spaghetti and meatballs. Jaha scowled at the two counselors who sat in their chairs on the other side of his desk. Before Bellamy and Clarke had started coming to camp there had only been one chair, but ever since, they were in need of a second chair, for the other half of the troublesome duo.

Clarke glared at Bellamy with an annoyed grimace, as he shot her an amused look, marveling in the déjà vu.

Jaha let out a slight cough to get the duo to pay attention to the problem at hand, before commencing his rant. "I am extremely disappointed in both of you."

Jaha's office floor was coated in glitter, fake colourful feathers and drops of glue, as Bellamy and Clarke sat in their chairs layered with various craft supplies.

Bellamy's hair was matted with glue and his body was covered with paint and brightly coloured feathers, giving him the appearance of a molting bird. \While Clarke however sat drenched from head to toe in glue and glitter, somewhat resembling a disco ball.

Jaha gave them both an upset glare as Bellamy shot Clarke a smirk, and Clarke looked quietly at the ground. " I am very disappointed in both of you," Jaha said, glancing between the two kids, Clarke being 11, and Bellamy being 13.

"I had thought that you both were more mature than this," Jaha continued, glancing between the pair, coated in spaghetti and meatballs. Clarke's face remained stone cold as Bellamy began peeling pieces of spaghetti off of himself, and flinging them onto her.

The two children, no more than 15 and 17, sat in their designated chairs, a trail of mud on the ground leading out the door. "What kind of example does this set for the younger campers? A mudfight? I thought you both were more mature than this." Jaha started, before Clarke quickly turned her chair to face away from Bellamy, to escape his ever-present smirk.

"Bellamy, next year is your first year as a counselor, you can't be pulling stunts like this." Jaha continued.

Laughing a little, Clarke stuck out her tongue in Bellamy's direction. "Getting too old?" she snorted., "I don't think he'll ever change."

"And you'll always be a stick in the mud. No pun intended." Bellamy scoffed back at her, wiping away some of the mud from his face with the back of his hand .

"Clarke, you'll be a counselor in a few years as well," Jaha said, raising an eyebrow., "These petty games can't continue."

Rolling his eyes at Bellamy and Clarke's childishness, Jaha let out a sigh, "You both have to learn how to work together, especially if you want to win the capture the flag game against Groundfield this year,"

"Grounders" Bellamy and Clarke hissed simultaneously, glaring at the ground.

"As much as you both rival each other, we have a common enemy. They have won the past few years, and we can't afford loss of clients. Parents simply aren't happy being shown up by another camp. " They both nodded. "You can both go."

The duo both stood up instantaneously and started towards the door. Ultimately bumping into each other letting out many annoyed remarks.

Amid the commotion their eyes caught each other's in a quick glance that held them captive for a few passive moments, before Clarke quickly glanced away slightly blushing.

Turning away silently they both aimed for the door before crashing into the doorframe, unable to both fit at the same time, letting out another cluster of groans.

"Wait," Jaha called out as they finally managed to squeeze through the door together. "To further support my point of you two working together, because you have clearly never listened in the past, I'm making Clarke you're co-head-counselor."

"What?!" Bellamy questioned, not finding the news amusing. As he turned to Clarke for backup, before realizing that she was getting the longer straw, and was no help here.

Smirking at Bellamy's shocked expression, she turned and nodded respectfully to Jaha, "Thank you, sir." She said, before turning and walking out of the office, admiring the look of disbelief and anger plastered on Bellamy's face, "See you later, Co-captain." She sang, before skipping out of the office.

"But sir!" Bellamy started, before receiving a shoulder shrug and a smirk from Jaha. Grunting Bellamy stormed out of the office flustered.

Sitting in his chair Jaha quietly chuckled to himself remembering the days of 6 and 8 year old Clarke and Bellamy.

Murphy's tall body towered over Clarke's. Clarke's hair messily blew in her face with the wind on the beach, as her scowl grew even bigger trying to stare down her bully. "Your sand castle sucks!" Murphy teased as he shoved her shoulders sending her toppling into the sand.

Letting out a small whimper, a few tears dropped from her eyes, which she quickly wiped away with the back of her hand trying to stay strong. Looking around for help, she spotted Well's farther down the beach, not paying attention. With a laugh, Murphy stomped down Clarke's sandcastle. "What are you going to do about it, Princess?" He laughed giving her a snide smile.

"Hey!" An older boy called from behind Clarke. "Only I get to pick on her!" Stepping in front of Clarke, Bellamy stared down Murphy, forcing Murphy to take a few steps back in fear. "And Princess is my nickname for her, get your own." Bellamy continued, walking forward, getting Murphy to continue backing.

"Yeah, won't happen again." Murphy mumbled before turning and hurrying away.

Turning back to Clarke, Bellamy reached out his hand to help her up, but she only stood up on her own, wiping off her sandy hands onto her pants and crossing her arms, glaring up at him. Even with this Bellamy's height and age being greater than hers, she still stood up to him relentlessly, only making her more of a target for his teasing.

"I didn't need your help." She declared as she attempted to stare him down, even with his height difference.

"Whatever you say, Princess," He smirked. Looking down at her he noticed her sandcastle that no longer stood. "Here," he said gesturing to the ruins of her tower, "Every princess needs a castle,"

"I'm not a princess," She started.

"Look, do you want my superior castle-building-expertise or not?" He questioned, already starting to sit on the beach and rebuild what remained of her tower.

"Or not." She fought, as she sat down.

"Too bad, pass me that stick." He said, flashing her a smile. Groaning, she passed him the stick.