No Place Like You

Chapter Three

Clarke woke up to a deep voice cursing. There were boots stomping on the hardwood floor, she could feel the vibration through the cushions as he kept swearing, "god dammit Octavia. How many times have I told you to lock your door? But no, she refuses to listen to her big brother, who just wants to keep her safe," he stopped short, "what the hell?"

Clarke was amused by his muttering. She kept her eyes closed, but she could feel him staring at their sleeping arrangements. they were pretty close together, somewhere in the middle of the night that had rolled into the middle. Even Clarke was surprised at how comfortable she felt laying there with Octavia.

Bellamy was still staring when she decided to open her eyes. He blushed as she set up and her eyes met his, "graceful entrance, Bell."

Clarke yawned as he pulled himself together and rolled his eyes, "why are you guys sleeping on the floor in the living room? I thought you would both want to sleep in a bed."

She shrugged as Octavia groaned. She was a heavy sleeper, "I didn't want to be alone. Your sister actually cared."

Bellamy muttered something but wasn't loud enough for her to hear. She rolled her eyes back at him as Octavia woke up beside her. She might be a heavy sleeper, but once she was awake she was always bright and alert in the mornings, "Bell!" she smiled, "did you come to make us breakfast?"
 Clarke stomach growled. She looked surprised, he never cooked when they knew each other. Bellamy's face changed, his eyes went narrow and he shook his head. She could tell there was a silent conversation taking place between the two of them, "you know I don't cook, Octavia."

She huffed, ready to call him out for something when his eyes went towards Clarke. He interrupted his sister before she could say whatever it was she wanted to say, "you left this in my truck last night princess."

Clarke blinked as he held out one of her sketchbooks. This time it was her turn to blush as she took it from him, "uh thanks."

She hadn't been drawing lately. Not after what had happened. Her last picture had been a memory of the two of them. Her favorite memory she never wanted to let go. She had started it the night the event happened and never picked up to finish it afterwards. It was her favorite moment between the two of them. She had been stupid and let Lexa talk her into burning the picture of them together. Now she was trying to recreate the image from memory.

No matter how hard she tired she couldn't do it. There was something about the way she looked at him, that day on the docks with the water surrounding them and the sun creating a halo around his head, that she couldn't capture. There was a love in her eyes, and in his smile that she had lost a long time ago. She couldn't get it right no matter how hard or how long she tried. She would stare at the page, knowing it would never recapture the feelings they had for each other. She didn't know why she kept trying.

"Don't worry," he smirked at her, "I didn't look at it."

She nodded and then Octavia stretched her arms, "well I'm starving. Clarke let's go to the diner and I can show you around town."

"Okay," she said putting the book down on the table beside her.

Bellamy stood there watching them, "you need to lock your doors Octavia. I tell you all the time you're going to get yourself into trouble. It's a small town, but there's still bad people out there."

Octavia rolled her eyes, "I'm perfectly safe Bellamy. Don't worry," she said waving him off. Clarke could see her brother was getting upset. He wanted her to be safe, he always wanted his sister to be safe. That was his main goal in his life, to keep her safe and protect her no matter what it was from.