Coffee, Love and Other Drugs - (Bellarke AU)

{3} Brunch with Mother

Clarke had fallen asleep on the sofa. She had managed to wriggle out of one of her fluffy blue socks and create a blanket from a sweater and scarf.

The previous night, she had consumed a lot (probably three times her body weight) of Chinese food, watched 21 and 22 Jumpstreet, read Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill's Wikipedia page, and then fall asleep with both the coffee cup and the book in her arms.

"I really, really, really, really, really, really like you and I want you, do you want me, do you want me, too?"

Clarke opened her eyes, squinting into the low light that filtered in through the closed blinds. At first, Clarke had no idea who was singing, and her eyes glazed over the empty takeout containers on the coffee table as she listened.

She sat up, placing the book and the coffee cup down before pulling the jumper that had sufficed as a blanket over her head. Her toes wiggled as she tried to find the missing sock that had been lodged in between two sofa cushions.

"Hey Wick..." She said, her back to the kitchen as she peeked out the blind and into the winter morning. The man continued to sing and hum to himself, the sound of a spoon in a cup suggested he was making coffee.

Clarke wondered across the living room and into the kitchen only to find Wick stark naked, his back to Clarke as he stirred his coffee. He was still singing Carly Rae Jepsen, swaying his hips in time with the song, meaning Clarke had to watch his ass swing side to side.

"Wick!" She squealed. He turned around, not bothering to cover himself up as he took a sip from his cup.

"Hey Clarke, long time... no see." He winked as he opened a packet of M&M's that lay abandoned on the counter.

"Well I think I'm seeing too much..." She rolled her eyes as she went over the coffee machine, trying her best not to shimmy past Wick awkwardly.

"Oh right... Sorry Clarke!" He laughed to himself and then announced how he had a very good night. Clarke then shot back a snide comment about how she did not need to know anything about Wick and Raven's sex life, and then told Wick to cover his junk or go away. He took the second option, humming to himself as he strolled back to Raven's room, shutting the door behind him and leaving Clarke alone with the coffee machine.

The smell of caffeine (that she had unfortunately become reliant upon) sent a thought running through her head. She remembered that she had been offered a drink for free, from a hot barista, from her favourite coffee shop.

 The machine had finished had finished making her drink, but she had already grabbed her phone and ran into her room. She had thrown off her clothes and was about to have a shower when her phone started vibrating on the bed. At first she thought that she would leave it and would call the person back later, but when she saw her mother's picture on the screen, she thought it would be best to answer it.

"Hey Mom..."

"Hello Clarke, how are you?"

"Great thanks, I was actually about to get in the shower so... yeah."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yeah, I was going to ask if you wanted to get brunch with me, time for a good gossip isn't it."

Clarke knew she couldn't avoid this, she had already turned down the last brunch request from her mother, and she wouldn't stop texting Clarke about her medical training. There was still a possibility that her mother would suggest having brunch at the coffee shop that Bellamy worked in.

"Sure, why not. Where and where are we having it?" Clarke was subconsciously muttering under her breath as she paced around her room. "Please say the coffee shop, please say the coffee shop, please say-"