No Place Like You

Chapter Six

Clarke could tell Bellamy was nervous. He kept pulling at his collar as he stood in the doorway to his sister's apartment. Clarke smiled as she walked down the hallway towards him and he stopped to stare. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open slightly. Clarke liked his reaction, she couldn't help but stare at him as well. He looked so nice in his dark clothing.

"Hi," she said nervously. She felt the butterflies in her stomach. She was just as nervous as he was for this date. It was like they were starting all over.

He wanted to run his hand down her arm, but he didn't reach towards her, "hey. You ready to head out?"

She nodded, they were both surprised his sister wasn't there annoying both of them. He opened the door for Clarke. Once they were safely inside his truck, he let out a sigh of relief. He felt like he had to be on his best behavior, he didn't want to screw this up before it even started. He wanted this second chance with her.

"You look nice," Bellamy's voice cracked. Clarke smiled, pushing a curl behind her ear. She could feel her cheeks flush, he watched the color fill her pale skin. He liked to know that he still had an affect on her.

"Thanks," her voice was quiet. She mentally praised herself for letting Octavia dress her today. She had been worried her new friend would go overboard. Since Bellamy hadn't told her anything about what they were doing, she knew it wasn't a ball gown required event. But his sister had a pretty good idea in what they would be doing, so she had picked out a pretty blue dress that clenched at the waist. It feel down to her knees and had a white tribal design. Octavia said her brother loved to see Clarke's blue eyes pop.

She even let the younger Blake do her makeup. She had a little brown eyeshadow, making hr eyes even bluer. Clarke had been against lipstick, she never liked wearing makeup. But Octavia had convinced her she needed to try. If Bell was trying, so should she. She gave in and actually liked the way it looked. It was light against her creamy complexion, it didn't cause too much attention. She felt more put together than she had in the last few days.

Bellamy was wearing a pair of dark jeans and an army green shirt. Clarke loved that color, especially against his dark skin. It looked so good against his dark body, she couldn't stop staring at him. She bit her lip, looking away before he caught her staring at him. She supposed he was trying too, since he had remembered her favorite color.

"So where are we going?" Clarke broke the silence as Bellamy drove slowly down the only main road in town. They were getting close to the end of it. Clarke was still taken by the beauty of the entire town, she didn't care where they were going. For the first time in forever she wanted to just go where the wind took her.

"It's a surprise," Bellamy smiled as she sighed.

Clarke hated surprises. She always had, "Bell."
 He raised his eyebrows, enjoying her protest, "you'll like this surprise. I promise you will."

She rolled her eyes and felt the car hit gravel. She had to laugh as she looked out her window and saw them rolling down a dirt covered road. This was something out of a country song. She never pegged Bellamy as a country music lover. Or a boy who would reenact the lyrics from them. Maybe a lot had changed since they last saw each other.

Clarke got excited when she saw the lake come into view, "oh my god."

Bellamy smiled, feeling her excitement. He hadn't seen that spark or smile since she had come back into his life, "I told you you'd like it."

She was ready to jump out of the truck, "I know why you told me to bring my sketchbook now."

She had been a little uneasy when he called her earlier and told her to pack the sketchbook. Since she hadn't drawn in a while she wasn't sure she was ready to just pick it back up. Of course she also thought this was a date. Neither one of them had said the words out loud, but they were both pretty sure it was. Who brought an art project on dates?