A/N: Here it is! A few quick notes:

I want to thank everyone for their comments. They are so sweet and motivate me to keep writing :) I decided to make the rating M just because of some of the language in earlier chapters and references to sex in this chapter. Personally, I feel like it could still be rated teen but just to be safe I decided to change the rating.

Over the next two months many things changed in the Blake-Griffin household.

Octavia began to spend more time with Lincoln, spending the night at his place at least once a week. Though Octavia never said it, Clarke was certain that her and Bellamy's constant bickering played a large role in Octavia's absences.

Bellamy officially left the military in late May and began training to become a cop in early June. He let his hair grow out a bit more. By June pronounced black curls replaced the short, cropped hair of early May. Around the time he began training, a steady stream of women began frequenting his bed. In the early mornings when Clarke was either returning from or leaving for a shift at the hospital, she would see a new girl sneaking out his room in rumpled clothes.

Clarke began dating the cute pediatrician she had met weeks before. On May 25th, after a particularly grueling day, he had grabbed her hand as she left and asked if she wanted to get a drink sometime. He was sweet and funny and a good listener. She called her mom for the first time in months after her first date with him.

Dating Dr. Finn Collins was like a breath of fresh air. Clarke was able to just laugh with him in a way she hadn't since she was in high school. The pediatrician was everything Clarke had wanted in a boyfriend. He always picked her up on time, called when he said he would, and knew just what to say to make her smile. Clarke's favorite thing about Finn, other than his gorgeous smile, was how easy he was to talk to about anything and everything. From her issues with her mom to the assholes she dealt with a work, Finn was always ready to listen and offer advice.

When they finally found a day they both had off, Finn drove Clarke to a fair an hour away in his hometown. As they wandered around, eating cotton candy and kettle corn, Clarke felt ten years younger. With Finn it was easy to forget the world.

"I still can't believe you wouldn't work at the kissing booth."

"It's disgusting. You are a doctor too, I'm sure you can imagine all the bugs that would end up in my mouth." Clarke shuddered at the thought while Finn laughed, tightening his arm around her shoulders. "Plus, you would end up getting sick too if you ever kissed me again."

"Well who says I actually want to kiss you? Maybe the only reason I hang out with you is because you are passably good looking and around?" She shoved him away with a giggle. "You ass." The wide smile he gave her made her mouth go dry.

He grabbed her hand again as they walked, dropping down to place a small kiss on her cheek.

"I think we should quit our jobs to do this every day."

"And just how would you pay for all my cotton candy if you didn't have a job?"

"I would steal it. I'd do anything for you, Princess." He smiled warmly and Clarke couldn't believe how different the nickname sounded coming from his mouth. When Finn had first used it on their second date she almost asked him not to, but she was glad she didn't. It's a small victory when Bellamy curses out the name and all she can think of is Finn's kisses and warm hands. Clarke was torn out of her thoughts when Finn suddenly tugged her towards the Ferris wheel.

"Finn, that does not look safe." The old ride was rusted in parts and looked like it had survived both world wars.

"Oh come on, Princess. Live a little."

"That's what I'm trying to do."

He just laughed again, it sounded like summer to her ears. She couldn't help but grin like an idiot as he broke into a run, dragging her along with him.

As they lay together in his bed that night, Clarke turned towards his warm body. Her post-sex mind was fuzzy and soft and she suddenly felt overwhelmed by her feelings for Finn. Climbing back onto his naked body under the covers, she kissed him softly.

"As much as I would love to, Princess, I don't think we are going to be able to go for another round for a least half an hour."

She smirked and rolled off him, settling into his side. "Thanks."

"What?" He barked out a laugh. "You don't have to thank me for that, believe me. You more than paid me back the favor."

She slapped his chest lightly. "No, you idiot."

"Then what do you mean?" His voice was softer this time, more serious.

"Thanks for just… I don't know. Just thanks for being here, being in my life."

He kissed her forehead. "Right back at you, Princess."

In the morning, when she woke with his chest under her fingers and his shoulder under her head, Clarke remembered the exchange and felt a little stupid. She must have sounded like a sentimental teenager, relishing in her first real boyfriend. Finn was far from Clarke's first. Gazing up at his peaceful, sleeping face, however, Clarke couldn't quite make herself regret her words. He made her feel like a kid again, after all. Like she could start over and reinvent herself. Finn was her fountain of youth and she planned to drink him up.

Despite the many changes, many things stayed the same in the Blake-Griffin household.

Octavia still picked the movie every time she and Clarke had a movie night. Clarke's various lists still littered the house (much to Bellamy obvious annoyance). Jasper, Monty, Miller, and Murphy came over at least three times a week, even if it was just to say a quick hello. Clarke and Bellamy only acknowledged each other when fighting.

To her credit, Octavia did her best to mediate the feuding housemates. Her warning looks and exasperated sighs often made both Bellamy and Clarke feel too guilty to continue an argument. Clarke quickly noticed how the younger Blake would disappear with her brother after particularly nasty fights, not doubt calming him down before seeking Clarke out to do the same.

After one exceptionally loud quarrel in mid June, Octavia dragged Clarke onto the back steps. It had all began with a disagreement over whether or not the trio should order extra sauce on their pizza and had ended with Bellamy spitting out a bitter "Whatever the hell you want, Princess," before throwing the phone down and storming out of the room. As they sat on the back steps, Clarke couldn't help but feel like a little kid in time out. She was afraid to look at Octavia and see the disappointment in her eyes.

"I mean, I get y'all don't like each other," Octavia finally said after a few minutes of silence, "but this is just getting ridiculous, Clarke." For a moment Clarke didn't reply. She let the summer breeze whip around her hair and tried to push her embarrassment aside. Octavia's voice was quietly resigned, the product of weeks of suffering through her brother's volatile relationship with Clarke.

With a conciliatory sigh, Clarke finally turned to the girl next to her. "Maybe it would just be easier if I left."

Octavia rolled her eyes. "Or maybe the both of you could grow the fuck up."

Clarke looked down in shame. Octavia was right, after all. She and Bellamy behaved like five year olds.

"Look, I know he is an ass, Clarke. I'm not saying that he is in the right because he sure as hell isn't. But if you could just try to have a little patience with him it could go along way."

"How am I suppose to be patient when he does everything in his power to piss me off?" This wasn't all her fault; she and Bellamy had gotten along fine the day of his surprise party. He was the one who chose to ruin everything.

"I know, I know. He just… He is just an angry person Clarke." Octavia sighed deeply. "There are a lot of things I love about my brother. I would die for him; I would do anything for him. But there are a lot of things about Bellamy that I wish I could change too."

"You and me both."

"I'm serious, Clarke."

Clarke just nodded in response, guilt twisting in her gut.

"We didn't have an easy childhood, him and I. Often, money was short and we had to make do. I think that's partly why he got so upset when he found out about your money. I don't mind, I know how the world works. But Bell, he just is very bitter about how we grew up, I think."

"We don't have the same dad, you know," Octavia continued. "His dad was only in the picture for a few years before leaving our mom high and dry. My dad, well, I have no idea who he is or if he even knows I exist. Mom never talked to me about him and if Bell knows he hasn't shared that information with me."

"Octavia-"

"No, just listen. I'm okay with that. It sucks; I mean I wish I had a dad. I wish I could look forward to my dad walking me down the aisle, I wish my dad had threatened my prom date if I wasn't back by midnight, I wish my dad had taken me fishing and taught me how to ride a bike and been there to tuck me in at night." Her voice was thick with emotion and Clarke had to bite back tears as memories of her own dad flooded her mind. "It sucks, but I'm okay because I had Bellamy." At this Octavia finally broke, roughly wiping tears off her cheeks. "Bellamy taught me how to ride a bike, Bellamy threatened my prom date, Bellamy took me fishing. He braided my hair and played dolls with me and took my friends and I to the mall. Bellamy will walk me down the aisle and dance with me at my wedding. He has always been there and I love him so much. I'm so thankful that I have him and I'm so grateful for everything that he has done, but he isn't perfect, Clarke." At this Octavia turned to face her, grabbing her hand. There were tears in Octavia's eyes and Clarke's chest felt tight. This was the most open Octavia had ever been with her.

"I know how hard it was for him to have to raise me. For a while I thought he had everything figured out, that he was untouchable. But things changed when my mom died. I was only 14 but I grew up a lot that year. Looking back now, I know that's how it was for Bell too. When he was 8 and suddenly had a baby sister to take care of, he had to grow up. When he was 21 and suddenly my guardian, he had to grow up even more. I took away his childhood from him and it just-" Octavia fell apart with a sob and Clarke pulled her into her arms.

"Octavia, you don't have to explain everything to me. I'm sorry, I don't want to drive a wedge between you and Bellamy. I don't want to make things harder, okay? So if you need me to leave-" Octavia pushed her away, gently, shaking her head.

"No, Clarke, you don't get it. I'm not trying to get you to leave. I… I just…" she struggled to find the right words. "Bellamy is a tough guy and a great brother but he has been through a lot. These three tours," she paused for a moment, looking out at the small yard bathed in the evening light. "He is different. I don't know what happened, he won't tell me, but he is different. Even before that though… he spent most of his teenage years with Murphy when he wasn't with me. They were the tough kids of the neighborhood. He did what he had to in order to make sure we got by. When he wasn't stirring up shit with Murphy he was working to help put food on the table." She turned back to Clarke.

"I'm not telling you all this to make you feel guilty or like you have to leave. I mean it when I say I want you to stay. I like you, Clarke. You're like the sister I never had." Octavia released a watery laugh. "I mean, I love Bell and Jasper and Monty but it's just different having a girl to talk to."

Clarke offered her a small smile.

"Anyways, I just want you to know that he isn't a bad person."

"Octavia, I don't think that. Just because we fight doesn't mean I think he is a bad person."

Octavia nodded. "Okay, but… just try to understand where he is coming from and just try to have patience. I know he is a shithead and I know the things he says to you are not at all okay and I'm like you, when someone says something fucked up to me I don't back down. But right now, Bellamy isn't himself. I mean he is, in a lot of ways, and I'm not excusing all his faults because I'm old enough to know my big brother isn't perfect. But… Clarke… He isn't the same. Its like this every time he comes back and I know that eventually it will be okay again but its gonna take some time. I'm helping him through it and I know that Miller is helping him through it because if anyone gets what its like over there its Miller. But Clarke, I'm just asking you to give him a chance. I saw y'all before the fight at the party. I know y'all are capable of getting along. I know it's hard, and I'm not expecting you to not defend yourself or anything but just try to understand." She let out a deep, shuddering breath and ran a hand through her hair. It was a move Clarke had seen her brother make a million times.

"I do, Octavia. Thanks for this. For opening up." Octavia just nodded at her and wiped at her nose and eyes. Clarke pulled the younger woman in for a tight embrace. After a minute Octavia pulled away with a watery laugh.

"Okay, enough emotional bullshit. You go order Chinese, we will just forget about the pizza." She got up and moved into the house, no doubt seeking her older brother. Clarke stayed on the back steps for a while. She watched the sun set over the roofs of the rows of houses behind the tiny yard. Guilt and anguish gnawed at her heart. She knew Octavia left a lot out about her childhood; there was definitely a lot that she seemed to hold back. On the quiet steps soaked in the dying light, Clarke decided to give Bellamy another chance, or at least try to have a little more patience like Octavia had asked.

"I swear to God, the more I learn about the Blakes the less I know," she murmured before getting up to order dinner.

Over the next week, Clarke took Octavia's advice to heart. That isn't to say she didn't fight with Bellamy, because she most certainly did. However, Clarke tried to remain at least somewhat civil and wait until the third derisive comment instead of attacking after the first. If Bellamy noticed a difference, he didn't mention it. Octavia, on the other hand, gave Clarke a small grin and mouthed, "thanks."

Unable to fully release her frustration with the older Blake's attitude at home, Clarke began to vent to Finn to release her anger. When they sat on the couch in the break room during lulls in their shifts, he patiently listened to her rant about the latest shit Bellamy had pulled. Whether it was mowing the non-existent lawn at 8:00 in the morning or purposely taking hour long showers when he knew she needed to get in before work or the line of ladies he brought home (which Clarke found exceedingly obnoxious for some reason she didn't quite understand), Finn soaked in her every word. Occasionally he would interrupt to agree with her or make a comment about Bellamy's behavior.

One late night, as they sat in the stairwell sharing a sandwich, Finn suddenly stopped her in the middle of a rant.

"Why do you live with him if he is such an ass?"

It took Clarke a moment to switch out of rant mode. "Well… I don't know. I really like Octavia."

"You can still be friends with Octavia but not live with her."

"Yeah, but she want's me to stay."

"I'm sure she would understand, Clarke."

Clarke was sure she would too, but for some reason the thought of moving out tied her stomach in knots. She quickly mumbled out an excuse about having no idea where she would live if she did decide to leave.

Finn seemed to hesitate a moment before offering for her to move into his apartment. "I mean I know we have only been together a month, and I know that's not a terribly long time at all. But I really like you, Clarke. And it could just be temporary if you want, just until you find another place. But honestly anywhere sounds better than dealing with that self serving dick."

Clarke's mind flashed back to her conversation with Octavia a little over a week before. "He isn't all bad."

"Really? Because you spend at least three hours a day complaining about him. If I wasn't so sure you hate him I would probably be jealous."

"No, I mean… I don't know." She paused for a moment before his tense posture made her remember his offer. "And as for moving in with you, I really appreciate it Finn."

He scoffed, preparing for her rejection. Clarke put her hand on his arm.

"No, really. I do. It's sweet. But it's a little too soon for me. Plus, like I said, I don't want to move out. The location is perfect and other than Bellamy I really do enjoy living there."

Finn covered her hand with his and looked at her softly. "Okay, if you are sure, Princess. But if you ever need me to beat him up feel free to call."

She let out an incredulous laugh; realizing too late Finn was serious. He hadn't met Bellamy yet and as great as Finn was, Clarke knew Bellamy could easily win in a fistfight with the doctor.

When she finally got home at 6:00 in the morning, Clarke immediately poured herself a bowl of lucky charms. As she sat in bed eating the sugary cereal, she realized that she wanted to involve Finn more in her life. She didn't just want him to be someone she hooked up with or someone who would listen to her rants. He had been willing to let her move in with him; surely she should make some sort of move in return to demonstrate that she was serious about their relationship too. While rinsing her bowl in the sink a few minutes later, Clarke toyed with the idea of inviting him to dinner at home. She wanted him to meet Octavia, and she would be lying if she said she didn't want Finn to finally see the infamous Bellamy Blake in all his glory. Nodding a simultaneous hello and goodbye to Bellamy's most recent conquest on the stairs, Clarke made up her mind. It was time for Finn to meet the Blakes.

Octavia all but screeched in excitement later that afternoon when Clarke told her about inviting Finn to dinner, Bellamy just grunted disapprovingly from his seat at the kitchen table. Ignoring the older Blake, Clarke focused on Octavia.

"I was thinking the day after tomorrow would be good. Neither of us have evening shifts that night."

"Oh, that's perfect!" She screeched again and Bellamy winced. "I cannot wait to meet the famous Dr. Collins!"

"It would probably be easiest to make something simple, like some pasta dish or something."

"No, we have to go all out!"

Bellamy groaned but Octavia continued on without hesitation.

"There has to be an appetizer and then some meat dish and then something for dessert! Oh and-"

"It's a no to the meat dish, Finn is a vegetarian."

Bellamy groaned louder, both women ignored him.

"Okay so no meat, we will go with the pasta idea! And some kind of pie would be good! Maybe Bellamy can make lasagna or-"

"If you think I am making Mom's lasagna for some punk that wont eat meat then-"

"Oh shut up, Bell!" Both Clarke and Bellamy froze with shock as Octavia whirled around, anger flashing in her eyes. Her voice went dangerously low. "You are going to make lasagna and you are not going to complain. You are not going to be an ass. You are going to be nice."

"Octavia-"

"No, Bellamy. You don't get to mess this up for Clarke."

He looked exasperated, eyes darting between both women. Finally he rolled his eyes and mumbled a resigned "whatever" while Octavia smiled triumphantly.

"Perfect, it will all be perfect," the brunette told Clarke.

It was not perfect.

Clarke had to give Bellamy credit. He did his best to be civil for the first hour. When Finn showed up with flowers and chocolates, Bellamy didn't roll his eyes. When Finn talked about his passion for working with children and how he wanted to change the world one "boo-boo" at a time, Bellamy didn't let out a mocking laugh. When Finn asked multiple times if the lasagna had meat, Bellamy simply said no.

Everything was fine through dinner. Octavia asked Finn about his time in the Peace Corp and laughed at his stupid jokes. Finn was a great entertainer, regaling the small dinner party with stories of his childhood, his time abroad in Indonesia helping orphans, and his work at the hospital. Through all of it, to Clarke's shock, Bellamy remained courteous. He forced a smile at the jokes, answered the questions addressed to him, and held his tongue when Finn was used cheesy lines on Clarke.

Everything was fine through dinner. It was after half the pie was eaten and the four of them sat full and contented around the small table that the calm ended.

"Well, that was delicious." Finn smiled graciously at his hosts. "To whom do I owe a thanks for my food?"

"That would be my big brother," Octavia smiled. If Finn was surprised, he hid it well.

"You are quite the cook, Bellamy." The only response he got was a small nod. A moment of silence fell over the table. Finn, who Clarke had noticed long ago was not a fan of silence, broke it. "So, Octavia is receptionist at the vet's and a barista, Clarke works in the emergency room, what is it that you do, Bellamy?"

"I'm currently in training to become a cop. I should be given my badge and assignment in the fall."

"What did you do before that?"

Clarke could see where this was going. She and Finn had discussed philosophy and politics a few times before and she knew how he felt about the act of war in general. Desperately trying to avoid the inevitable, Clarke suddenly said, "Well, I'll get the dishes if-"

"I served three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. I just retired from the military last month."

Finn got uncharacteristically silent and Clarke knew that the surprisingly successful evening was about to take a turn.

"Oh. So you support that, huh?"

"Finn, don't," Clarke warned.

Bellamy tensed and Octavia caught onto why Clarke had tried to change the subject. She quickly tried to suggest they go out and get a fire going but Bellamy interrupted his sister before she could finish.

"Yes, I do. I support defending innocent people and my country." His voice was cool and collected.

"Do you honestly believe that's why we went into the Middle East?" Finn asked with a hint of superiority. Clarke braced herself for Bellamy's anger, but it never came. Instead he remained silent, his usually emotive face as unreadable as a stone. After a long pause during which his eyes never left Finn's, Bellamy's deep voice filled the room. His tone was low and controlled.

"I don't have to justify myself or my actions to you. I don't need your approval nor do I care for your opinion."

The men continued their staring match until Clarke reached out and touched Finn's arm. "Come on, Finn, help me collect the dishes." Finn's eyes finally left Bellamy's and found hers.

"Whatever you say, Princess." His words were warm again and Clarke thanked all that was holy the night had not erupted into an argument. A moment later it was clear Clarke had jumped the gun on her thanks.

As soon as the nickname left Finn's mouth, Bellamy abruptly stood up and stupidly said, "Her name is Clarke," in a voice that was a little too loud.

"I know her name," Finn replied tersely.

"Then use it."

"Bellamy-" Clarke and Octavia spoke at the same time but Finn cut them off.

"What is your deal, man?"

"My 'deal' is that I don't kindly to guests coming into my house, eating my food, then insulting me."

"No, I don't just mean tonight." Bellamy furrowed his brow as Finn continued, his grip around Clarke's waist tightening. "Clarke tells me about all the crap you say to her." Clarke watched an angry blush color Bellamy's face. "I don't know what your problem is, man, but you need to chill out and learn some manners yourself. Clearly nobody taught you how to treat and respect women."

Tension filled the air. Bellamy kept his dark eyes fixed on Finn, who didn't back down from the threatening glare. Octavia stood, mouth agape, shifting her gaze between the men while Clarke tried to push Finn towards the door.

"Get out of my house."

Clarke turned back to Bellamy. Once again, his voice had been calm and collected, but dangerously low. His eyes, however, were no longer on Finn. They were fixed on her and filled with betrayal.

Later, when she was wrapped in Finn's arms and snuggled deep in Finn's comforter, Clarke couldn't stop thinking about how, out of all the things that had been said over dinner, it was the nickname that set Bellamy off. The neon, red numbers of Finn's alarm clock told her she had been up for two hours. In the dark, surrounded by the Finn's quiet snores, Clarke realized that the one thing she hated more than an angry Bellamy Blake was a Bellamy Blake who felt betrayed.

As Clarke slowly opened the front door the next morning, she couldn't decide which Blake she dreaded facing more. Octavia, Clarke was sure, would be upset that Clarke had spoken so ill of her brother to Finn. Bellamy, Clarke had no doubt, would be angry about the entire exchange. She darted up the stairs, hoping to avoid both siblings for a little longer. Just as she crossed into the hallway, however, Octavia stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. The brunette froze in place, staring at Clarke.

"Octavia, I just want to say-"

"Forget it, Clarke."

"No, Octavia I-"

"Clarke, I'm not mad."

"I didn't- wait, what?"

"I'm not mad. I get it, you have to vent to someone."

"I swear I didn't tell him anything that you told me, none of your personal stuff. It was all just me complaining about our fights."

Octavia nodded and turned towards her room.

"I'm sorry for his comments too, about Bellamy."

"I'm not the one that needs the apology, Clarke." Despite her words, Octavia sounded colder than Clarke had ever heard before.

"Octavia, I-"

"I need to get dressed Clarke. I think you should go say something to him," she nodded towards Bellamy's door and Clarke tried to swallow her fear at the thought of facing him. Sensing her apprehension, Octavia offered her a weak smile. "I'll come to your room once I'm dressed if you want to talk. But only if you go say something to him."

Clarke nodded. "Thank you."

"Be nice." Octavia disappeared into her room and Clarke turned towards Bellamy's room. It was 8:00 on a Saturday morning, so she was certain he would be awake. Octavia hadn't lied when she said Bellamy was up by 6:00 nearly every morning. Hesitating a moment before knocking, Clarke tried to calm the anxiety building in her gut. Finally, she rapped her knuckles against the wood.

"Go away, O. I told you yesterday, I'm not repainting the door today. I'll do it on Tuesday."

"Its not Octavia, its me."

The silence that fell was heavy. Clarke debated giving up and retreating to her room but before she could the door opened. Bellamy had a white tank top covering his broad chest and his sweat pants sat low on his hips. His dark hair was still ruffled from sleep.

"What do you want?" There wasn't any anger in his words, just weariness.

"I just wanted to apologize. What Finn said last night about your service, it was out of line."

Bellamy looked hard at her as if he was trying to determine whether she was serious or not. Finally, he nodded. "Don't worry about it. You didn't say it. Plus, everyone is entitled to their opinion. If your leaf munching, world saving, vegetarian wants to hate the wars and believe I don't respect women he can." He turned back into his room, beginning to close the door. Before he could get it shut, however, Clarke stuck her foot in the way.

"Wait, I'm not done."

He sighed and turned back to her. "What?"

"I'm sorry if… I didn't… The things I told him, Bellamy," the man's eyes suddenly wouldn't meet hers, " They were just stupid things. Stupid fights and stuff. I'm sorry if that offended you." It wasn't a matter of if and she knew it, Clarke had seen the hurt in his eyes the night before.

Once again, Bellamy Blake surprised her. "Don't worry about, Clarke. I get it."

Relieved, she nodded and turned to go but he caught her arm. Electricity shot through her at the contact and she swallowed hard. "What?"

He was silent for a moment, his gaze heavy on her face. "I'm sorry too, Pri- Clarke… if I ruined things."

"You didn't ruin it. Everything just kind of…" she tried to find the right words.

He offered her a small, understanding smile and Clarke was reminded of those glorious few hours when they had gotten along.

"You should invite him over for Octavia's thing tonight, unless you have work."

"What?" She was shocked.

Bellamy narrowed his eyes and seemed to collect his thoughts. "Look, I'm going to be honest, I don't particularly like the guy. But if he makes you happy or whatever… I think O liked him for a while and I know Jasper and Monty probably would."

"But, Bellamy, are you-"

"I'm sure. I'll just stay away from him and he'll do the same if he knows what's good for him. Just ask O about it."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Being… nice? Giving Finn another chance?"

"I'm not giving him another chance. I'm just not getting in the way of your life."

"But-"

"Look do you want to invite him or not?" She nodded yes slowly, suspicious eyes not leaving his. "Good, then make sure its fine with O and do it."

Bellamy withdrew into his room and closed the door behind him, leaving a stunned Clarke on the other side. The man was impossible to predict, Clarke concluded. That or he felt bad about the night before too.

Octavia was more than willing to give Finn a second chance too. "Just because he and Bell have some differing opinions is no reason to ban him from the house. Plus if Bellamy said its fine for him to come then I don't see why he shouldn't."

"Are you sure, because I don't want a repeat of last night?"

"I'm sure, Clarke. Finn seemed nice and funny as hell. He will probably be a lot more comfortable in a party setting than a dinner party with your roommate and her brother. Plus it would give him a chance to see Bellamy in a different light too."

"Thanks, Octavia. He really is a good guy."

"I know Clarke, I haven't doubted that for a second. He seems to make you really happy." Octavia smiled and grabbed Clarke's hand, squeezing it tight. "If he makes you feel anything like the way Lincoln makes me feel, I don't think I could ever dislike him."

It was settled; Finn Collins would be invited back to the house.

A/N: Whew! Done! I've already started on the next chapter so that should be up in the next few days. I already have a plan for another multi-chapter fic I want to write so I'm getting more motivated to finish this one up (but I promise I won't rush it, this is probably going to be a pretty long story).

I just want to say it was hard to write Flarke. I was never really a fan of them, Bellamy was my favorite character from the beginning (I just have a thing for attractive assholes) so as soon as Finn began challenging him I was not too into it. Plus he and Clarke's relationship was always a little too cheesy and fluffy for me. Anyways, I hope that I did his character justice.

Next chapter y'all will learn a lot more about both Clarke and Bellamy's past and two more characters will come in, so there is that to look forward to!