New Truck (Bellarke Oneshot)

New Truck

Truck For Sale

$17,000 40,100 Miles.

Engine Runs Great, No scratches or Dents,

Radio works, it don't show dirt.

Worth every penny! Open to negotiating!

(587) 965-8526

Bellamy read the ad twice before looking out the window and seeing his truck sitting in the driveway, he moved his gaze to the shattered picture frame on the floor. Her blue eyes visible through the cracks. He sighed heavily turning back to the screen and clicking 'List'.

He loved that truck, unfortunately he loved her more.

It's been three weeks since they pulled into her driveway, she slammed her door and told him it was over, three weeks and he hasn't heard a word from her since.

Not that he didn't deserve it, he got trashed and his ex-girlfriend Roma took full advantage of that. She took a few pictures of them together, and at one point kissed him, which he put an immediate stop too, he even told Clarke what happened. She seemed fine at first, until Roma blasted photos of them all over Instagram, of course that dragged all their friends into it, and her past relationship with Finn wasn't helping his situation any. He made it ten times harder to earn her trust and Bellamy was sure with the help of Roma, he shot the whole relationship to Hell. To top it off Roma and Clarke never got along, ever. He should have known better. He could hear his mother's voice 'You made your bed, you lie in it'.

A knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts, he stood making his way to the foyer.

"Bellamy" the voice called.

"I don't even know why you knock O, if your just going to let yourself in" he grumbled.

"I see you are still grouchy" she snapped dropping grocery bags on the table.

"What is all this?"

"You need to eat Bell, you don't leave the house" she stated.

He shrugged.

"Go for a ride, Clear your mind, I'll make dinner, just be back by 6" Octavia pleaded.

He could tell she was worried, he gave in to ease her stress. He nodded grabbing the keys and heading out the back door, he had two hours to kill.

He climbed in the truck, it smelled like the air fresheners Clarke bought. He started it and pulled out of the driveway, he rode in silence over to the lake and parked up on the lookout.

Memories flooded his mind, they would sit there for hours. He didn't dare touch the radio, she would sing along to all the songs, there was no chance in that working in his favor. He threw his head back, he knew he had rock CD's in there somewhere, he could blast Godsmack and drown out the thoughts. He got out of the truck checking under his seat, her hair brush, three hair ties, and a chapstick.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" he grumbled throwing them all the ground, he made his way to the other side. He found his cd's, among another Chapstick's and a small hand lotion. By the time he found the CD he wanted the ground around his truck was outlined with random small accessories that belonged to Clarke. He put the CD in and blasted it, He walked to the front of the truck and leaned on it watching the sun slowly descend. He thought of all the times they laid on his hood in this spot, it always led to the backseat and fogged up windows. He heard his phone ring, he went back to the truck, climbing in and hitting bluetooth.