Arke High

Ch.80 A Funeral,Choice,& Question

Clarke P.O.V
Once again I was dressed in full black, surrounded by sorrow filled people. I stood besides Camilo, while Charlotte clung to him like her life depended on it. A shiny brown casket, which held the body of Mrs. Cortez, sat in the middle of the room. A large picture of her smiling, with her children on either side of her stood behind it. White Tuberoses(Mrs. Cortez's favorite type of flower), surrounded the casket, as well as the entire room. Many of Mrs. Cortez's co-workers, friends, and neighbors were here. Mrs. Cortez had no blood family left, except for her children, but had many people who cared about her. Everyone who was here sincerely mourned her death, though as suspected, none were more affected than her children. Camilo was dressed in a black sweater with the sleeves rolled up, and black jeans. His hair was slightly spiked up. Charlotte was dressed in a simple, black, knee length dress. Both wore a sad, grim, heart-breaking expression. Fresh tears decorated their faces. Every once in a while someone came up to them to pay their respects. This whole scene reminded me of my own father's funeral. I was very young at the time, but I remembered the day along with every agonizing detail. Therefore I knew what they were feeling. I knew that all they wanted to do was go to sleep, and hope to wake up to find that this had all been a terrible nightmare. They of course knew this wasn't a nightmare, but an even worse reality. It had been five days since we had arrived in Denver. Each moment since we had arrived, Camilo and Charlotte had spent in the hospital. Yesterday at around seven thirty-two p.m., while Charlotte held one of her mother's hand and Camilo held the other, Mrs. Cortez had drawn her last breath and bid a farewell to the world; though not before expressing her gratitude to both my mother and I, reassuring her children, and telling them how much she loved them. As soon as the heart beat monitor went flat, Charlotte began to uncontrollably shake with grief. Camilo too had begun to weep, as he closed his mother's eyelids with a shaking hand.
"May we meet again. I love you Mami," He had said before he pressed a final kiss to his mother's cheek. Afterwords, Dr. Sing had come in to take her body away. My mother had somehow arranged the funeral in record time, and now here we were saying good-bye to Mrs. Cortez. Soon enough I was called to say a few words about Mrs. Cortez. I had been chosen to give this speech, because nor Camilo nor Charlotte had the strength in them to not break down, while speaking about their beloved mother. I walked behind a wooden podium, which was next to the casket. I wiped my hands on my dress before beginning to speak.
"Thank you all for being here with us to give a final good-bye to Maria Cortez." I swallowed as I continued."Though I had not known her very well I could say with all certainty that she was a great friend," I looked at my mother,"a great co-worker, a great neighbor, and an amazing mother." I glanced at Camilo and Charlotte, giving them an encouraging smile."She was an overall incredible person and should be remembered as such." The people in the room nodded in agreement."You all had the privilege of having this wonderful women in your life, and I am positive she valued each and every one of you." Once again I directed my eyes to Camilo and Charlotte."She held a special place for her children, and loved them very much. Though I shouldn't say loved, because her love will continue in all of you. Maria Cortez will always be here accompanying her children, and those who she held dear to her heart. The one thing you all need to remember is that she is not gone, and she won't be. She will live on in all our hearts." I concluded my speech and went back to stand next to Camilo. As more people went up to the podium to recall stories with Mrs. Cortez, Camilo leaned closer to me.
"Thank you Clarke." He whispered into my ear. I turned to him and gave him a small smile. Time ticked by and it was now time to bury Mrs. Cortez. The casket was driven to the cemetery in a sleek, black, long trunked car. When we all arrived at the cemetery, Camilo along with five other men carried the casket to where Mrs. Cortez was going to be buried. After being blessed by Father Gabriel, the casket was lowered into the hole. Together, Camilo and Charlotte put the first handful of dirt on their mother's casket. The dirt was followed by a single Tuberose flower, dropped by Camilo. I too sprinkled some dirt onto the casket, along with my mother. Two men then shoveled dirt into the whole, soon filling it up completely. People distributed many flowers onto the grave. The people began to file out of the cemetery. Minutes passed and now only my mother, Charlotte, Camilo, and I were left. My mother left a beautiful bouquet of white and red roses on the grave then told us she would be waiting in the car. Charlotte placed a single yellow rose(the only yellow flower there), onto the grave. She kneeled down and placed her hand onto the dirt.
Her eyes closed, letting a tear trickle down her face and onto the dirt."Te amo, Mami." (I love you Mommy) Charlotte then stood, and sadly smiled up to the sky. She gave her brother a quick hug before going to catch up to my mother. As soon as Charlotte was out of view, Camilo let himself fall to his knees. He clutched the dirt as tears streaked his face. Sobs racked his body, and all I could do was stand there. He had to let all his grief out and I had to let him. I don't know how long it was before Camilo's sobs turned to small sniffles. Once even his sniffles quieted, I put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me and I gave him a look that said I'm here for you. The smile he gave me was small, and weak. He turned back to his mother'a grave and took out a pressed, white, Tuberose from his sweater pocket. He set it down on the grave, then pressed a kiss to his mother's tombstone. His mother's tombstone was beautiful, yet simple. It was shiny, square, and about two feet tall.
It read:
Maria Berta Cortez
Daughter, Friend, Mother
Her love will live on in us
March 7, 1977- February 4, 2015
Camilo sniffed loudly, before standing up. He touched the top of the grave, and with one final,"Te amo," turned around to leave. We began to walk to my mother's rented car, and had just walked out of the gates of the cemetery when someone tapped Camilo's shoulder. We both turned around and were faces with a blonde haired girl who held the hand of the boy next to her.
"Hey Cam." The boy greeted. Cam was a nickname, so I assumed Camilo knew them. I looked at Camilo and realized he didn't recognize them.
"Hey,"Camilo said.
The girl gave him a strange look."How are you?"
"As good as I can be at the moment." He responded.
The girl and boy have him a reassuring smile. Then they noticed me. The girl stuck out a hand."Hi I'm Glass, "she tilted her head motioning the boy next to her,"that's my boyfriend Luke. We're Camilo's friends." I shook her hand.
"I'm Clarke." I told her. Glass rolled her eyes, in good nature and let out a small laugh.
"I know who you are."
I raised an eyebrow."You do?"
Luke face palmed as Glass spoke."You're Clarke, the girl who took in Camilo and his sister, along with being part of Bellarke."
"I'm sorry about her." Luke apologized for his girlfriend." She is creepily obsessed with you and your boyfriend."Glass playfully pushed his shoulder.
"I am not creepily obsessed. I was simply rooting for them." I smiled as Luke rolled his eyes.
"Anyways," Luke began,"we came to check on my best friend, Camilo. Are you sure your okay Cam?"
Camilo nodded."Yeah, thanks."
Luke eyed him worriedly."Okay then. Just remember you can always call me if you want to talk or something."
Camilo gave him a tight smile."I will. Thanks man."
Luke clapped Camilo on the shoulder."Well bye Cam. Nice meeting you Clarke. "
"You too." I said. He began to walk away, but Glass stayed back for a while. She gave a quick hug to Camilo and told him to call soon. She then pulled me into a hug as well, though it surprised me. Glass pulled away and looked me in the eye.
"Take care of Camilo, he's like a brother to both Luke and I."
I smiled."I will. He's like a brother to me as well."
Glass smiled back."Okay, and say hi to Bellamy for me. He doesn't know me, but though it might be creepy, I'm rooting for you guys."
I nodded."Okay, nice meeting you."
"You too Clarke." Glass then waved goodbye to us, and caught up to Luke. Camilo, and I went to my mother's rented car. From there my mother drove to a hotel. Tomorrow would be the last day we were here. We would be spending the whole day packing up the things from Camilo and Charlotte's old home. Most of the things would go into a storage unit back at Arke, but some would be coming to our house. We arrived at the hotel, and went to our own rooms. Mine and Charlotte's room was adjoined with Camilo's room. My mother's was on the floor right below ours. Charlotte laid down on one of the beds and fell asleep quickly. I laid on mine, and pulled out my phone. I had a text from Bellamy. I no longer had him labeled as asshole, instead I had him labeled as something different.
My Rebel King-Hey Princess, I miss you so much. I hope you're feeling fine after the funeral. I hope Charlotte and Camilo are okay too. I'm guessing you won't be back to school until at least next week, so I'm going to tell Mrs. Rose. I love you Princess and I hope to see you soon. Don't ever forget how much I love you.
I smiled. Bellamy could always make me smile, no matter what the circumstance were.
Me-I'm okay. As for Camilo and Charlotte, they're doing as well as they can. Thanks for worrying. I miss you too. We're going to be back on Friday. but we're not going to be in school until Wednesday. I love you too and don't you ever forget that either. I wish I could be in your arms at this moment, and tell you how much I love you in person. Goodnight my Rebel.
I put down my phone, and not a minute later I received a response.
My Rebel King- Goodnight my Princess
I smiled again, and fell asleep.
Bellamy P.O.V
Once more I drove to the warehouse to speak to Anaya. It was Thursday, Clarke would come home tomorrow. When I entered only Anaya was in the warehouse.
The first thing out of her mouth was,"You have not left."
My jaw clenched."No I can't leave Arke."
Anaya rolled her eyes."Then don't leave Arke, just break up with Clarke."
I couldn't do that either."I can't."
Anaya glared at me."You had until yesterday to leave and you need to break up with Clarke or else I will get rid of another one of your friends."
"And if I tell the police?" I questioned.
Anaya bared her teeth in a hideous smile."If you tell the police, I will happily explain to them your involvement with the Grounder Gang. The who will take care of your poor little sister, who will be stuck with big bad Mr. Kane." As much as I wanted to kill Anaya, I knew she was right. If I told the police, then I would go down too. That didn't really matter, but what did was the fact that O would be left alone, with Kane. Not just that, if I told the police then I would expect some retribution from the Grounders, which endangered Clarke. I didn't want to leave her, I didn't. She was the only girl I've ever loved,( besides O but that was a different type of love) and I couldn't be without her. But, I was not willing to risk her safety because I was selfish. I could never do that. I dragged my hand down my face and groaned in frustration. I had made a choice.
"I need time." I told Anaya.
"How much time?" She asked.
I sighed."Two weeks."
Anaya nodded."Two weeks and that's it."
I sighed again and left. When I arrived home I looked at my phone. It was five o'clock. O would be home from training with Lincoln soon. Lincoln was once again bringing her home. I still didn't like Lincoln, but I was a tiny, tiny bit reassured that he was the one bringing O home. Only a tiny bit, the reassurance was minuscule and it was only because other Grounders wouldn't attack O if she was with Lincoln. I laid down on my bed, flipping through photos of Clarke on my phone. All of them made me smile. I closed my eyes thinking of my Princess. She was so intelligent, and so brilliant that she would know something's up if I broke up with her. I couldn't allow her to be suspicious though, because she wouldn't let me break up with her and would try to convince me that whatever it was we would be through it together. I would cave, and that would put her in danger. I needed to think of a way that would make her believe I truly didn't care for her. Even if at the moment she would be heart broken, she would move on from me because she was strong. Though I would be absolutely and completely destroyed, seeing as she moved on without me, I would know she's safe. That's what mattered, her safety and happiness, not what I felt. All that mattered was my Princess. My eyes watered at the simple thought of not being with her. I sat up on my bed and began to think of a way to ultimately kill my soul, but save Clarke.
Octavia P.O.V
I was sweaty and gross at the end of training, like usual. Lincoln was driving me home again, which I was ecstatic about. I loved driving home with Lincoln, because we always found something to talk about. Most of the times when I talked to him our topics were random, silly things. Sometimes though, we talked about more delicate topics. He told me about his father, who had been the right hand man of Anya's dad. Anya's dad had been the leader of the Grounders. His dad had been loyal to the Grounders to a great extreme, but had passed away years ago. In turn, I told Lincoln about my mother and how she died after giving birth to me. I confided on him things I hadn't confided to anyone besides Clarke and Bellamy. I grabbed a towel to dry the sweat off of me, then I rolled on some deodorant. I felt a hand on my back.
"Are you ready to go Octavia?" Lincoln asked in his quiet voice which made me swoon.
I turned to him, smiling wide."Yes." He guided me to his truck. Lincoln opened the door for me, I thanked him and hopped in next to the driver's seat. He too got in and began to drive. Throughout the drive he made me laugh so hard that my eyes were teary. He laughed as well and man, I swear it was the sexiest laugh I've ever heard. When he pulled up to my house I was highly disappointed that the ride was over so quickly. I smiled at him and thanked him for the lift, before leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. I got out of his truck wishing he would ask me out, when I decided something. Fuck waiting for him. I thought, then turned around and ran to the driver side off the truck. I threw open the door and smashed my lips against his. It felt so good to have his lips pressed against mine, and to have him respond to my kiss. I pulled away, and before he could say anything, I did.
"Do you want to go out with me?" I asked. Lincoln nodded then I pressed my lips against his once more. I then pulled away and said,"Pick me up on Saturday at seven. Bye Lincoln." I walked into my home smiling like crazy and counting down the minutes until Saturday.
A/N What?? Clarke and Octavia P.O.V is back in this chapter, woah. Hehe, any who a picture of what Camilo was wearing and a tuberose is on the 1st page along with a Bellarke vid. Just saying, Clarke's part was a bit difficult to right because it was in my opinion it was really sad. Oh and I keep forgetting to do these.
Disclaimer: Me-Yo Monty, want to help me with the disclaimer?
Monty-*shrugs* Sure, but only if you convince Jason to give me more lines.
Me- I wish I could, but I don't know him I promise to give you lines in the next chapter though.
Monty- *slumps shoulders, and pouts* Okay. Moralaevolo does not own The 100 or any of the plot or characters in the show or book. All credit goes to Kass Morgan, Jason Rothenberg, The 100 writers, the CW and those peeps. She does however own the character Camilo, but not the-do i have to say the next part?
Me-Yes, or no lines for you.
Monty- *sighs* fine, but not the smexy actor who plays Camilo in the story. There done.
Me-Thank you Monty. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and sorry for the ridiculously long disclaimer/authors note, but I don't do these often so...