WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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   "Rise and shine sleeping beauty,"

    Millie was really wishing right about now she was alone and wasn't being kicked in the back. The sun wasn't even up yet, and they were already pulling her awake. Groggily putting her things back in her bag, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Peering up, she thinks she sees Bellamy holding a handout. At least, she thinks it's Bellamy. It's still dark, and her eyes are hardly open.

   She takes his hand in hers and he hoists her up, and it was Bellamy. "Sleep well?" He asks quietly. The two of them are trailing behind Clarke and Octavia, who are speaking in quiet rushed voices.

   "Like a baby," the blonde admits childishly, releasing his hand. Though it only travels down her arm and settles on her back, gently guiding her forward. Bellamy acts as though he's done nothing. "Did you sleep at all?" She continues, trying to avoid the touch.

  Bellamy shrugs, "I'll be fine."

   Millie scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You're an idiot."

   "What else is new?"

     She decides not to argue– for once, squinting her eyes to make out Octavia and Clarke in front of them. She's already holding her blade in her hand, and her other unintentionally bumps Bellamy's side every few steps. Millie can hear Octavia faintly attempting to teach Clarke Trigedasleng. It's quite silly considering Octavia might not be the best teacher, Clarke's better off learning from Lincoln.

   That's where she and Octavia learned it the best.

   At one point, Bellamy and Clarke switched positions and Millie was walking next to Clarke. The blondes never really spoke unless it was business. That is, until Clarke turns to look at her. "I'm sorry about your friend." She says, sending Millie sympathetic smile.

   Millie shrugs, trying to avoid all conversation that involves Lincoln. "It was bound to happen eventually." She tells Clarke, making her frown. 

   "It still sucks," Clarke persists, earning a groan that make the siblings look back at them. "Clarke, if I spent every day moaning and groaning about everyone who died I'd probably be depressed." Millie runs a hand over her face, avoiding the glances from in front of her.

   But Clarke pushes, "but you still have a right to mourn." 

   Millie knows what Clarke is trying to do, but she doesn't care. "Why don't you mourn your way, and I'll mourn my way, okay?" She snaps, making the blonde flinch.

   They spend the morning mostly in silence– aside from quiet mumbles from the duo in front of them. A few hours later, the sun is finally coming up. The closer they get; the more wary Millie becomes. She watches as Octavia gets on high alert, grabbing her sword out. The three others quickly catch this and follow in her lead. Bellamy, with his hand still on her back, shuffles closer.

   They follow her down a steep path of dirt, praying they don't fall and tumble into each other. Bellamy glances down at the map, "this is it." He declares.