….(Clarke's POV)….

Bellamy came back, walking over to my door. I rolled the window down and said "So?"

He ran his hand through his hair, and then said, leaning on the door, "One room with a bathroom and small kitchen." Then he opened the door and put out his hand to help me get down, "Come on, Princess, it's getting late and I am getting tired. Plus, I think O is already asleep."

I nodded in agreement, taking his hand and jumping down. I walked over to the back, grabbing my bag and O's, and then I stepped back and waited for Bell and O.

….(Bellamy's POV)….

I helped Clarke out, then pushed the seat forward and leaned back to back O up. Every time she fell asleep, I still remembered the first time when she was thirteen and I had to carry her, because no matter what I did, she wouldn't wake up. Still the same case; this girl would sleep through a hurricane. I grabbed her arms and pulled her onto my shoulder, and climbed out. Closing and locking the doors, I turned around.

Clarke looked like she was going to burst; her whole face was red. I gave her a confused look and said, "What?"

She just shook her head and said, "Nothing, just- why are you carrying her? You can just wake her up."

I gave her one of my famous smirks and said, "Well, I would, but nothing can wake her."

She just nodded and said, "Well, I got her bag."

Lifting her bag up so I could see it, I nodded, grabbing my bag. Then I said, gesturing to the door, "Your palace awaits, Princess."

She just smiled and walked through the door with me close behind. We walked past the front deck and the girl behind it looked at us weird; she opened her mouth to say something, but then decided against it. I just smiled at that as the three of us walked in the elevator.

I pushed the button with my elbow and then I said, "So, Princess, getting breakfast on the road - how's that sound?"

She just nodded. I turned to get a better look at her; she looked tired and drained. Some of her blond hair was coming out of her ponytail; her mascara was a little smeared, but she still looked beautiful. Then the doors opened, pulling me out of my thoughts. I shifted O on my shoulder and reached in my pocket. I pulled out the key and handed it to Clarke, saying, "Room 100."

She nodded as we walked to the door. She unlocked it and we walked in. She smiled and said, "Looks nice."

I just smiled at her comment as I dropped my bag and tucked O in. Then I looked at Clarke and said, "So, do you want to use the bathroom first or can I?"

She looked up from her bag and said, "Can I go first, please?"

I just nodded and said, "Yeah; just hurry, okay?"

She nodded and sped off to the bathroom with clothes and toothbrush in hand. I smiled to myself at the sight and walked over to the window, dragging a chair with me. I opened it pulled out a cigarette, lighting it.

I sat there for about fifteen minutes when Clarke came out, dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a white tank top. She said with a smile, "All yours, Blake."

"'kay." I said as I threw a smirk her way. I got up and headed to the bathroom.

-(Clarke's POV)-

I put my clothes and toothbrush in my bag and walked over to the bed. I climbed in next to Octavia. I had a strong respect for her; she could sleep anywhere, in anything. I was pulled out of my thought when Bellamy walked back into the room in nothing except his dark blue boxer shorts.

He put his clothes in his bag and walked over to the bed, turning the light off and walking over to the other side. He sat down, took his watch off, and turned that lamp off as well, climbing in under the covers. Then he said, "Night, O; night, Princess."

I smiled, then said, "Night, Bellamy." I closed my eyes. My breathing slowed as I felt myself drift to sleep.

-Author's Note-

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