BADLANDS [1] bellamy blake

11; booze and pods

The room looked foggy.

Brigid's head felt even foggier.

She leaned up on her elbows, finally realizing that she was definitely not in her own tent. It was a lot bigger than hers, a whole size doubled. Clothes and gear just thrown around cluttering the ground. She swallowed hard lifting up the blanket to find that she was in fact, fully clothed. But her jacket was put on backwards? Actually, it wasn't even her damn jacket.

The tent flap opened, darkness still taking over the camp but a tiny bit of sunlight pouring in through the cracks. She raised a hand, covering her eyes and realizing the disgusting taste in her mouth. What the hell happened last night?

Once her eyes readjusted to the light, her gaze landed on Bellamy, who didn't have a shirt on. But he had a cup in his hand. "Here," He walked over to her, handing her the cup of water and she sat up, "Drink up."

She pulled the cup to her lips and took a sip, but once the water touched her taste buds she downed the entire thing. She felt like she was dying of thirst, and her head was pounding. "Why am I in here?"

He sat down on the edge of his bed and rolled his eyes, "Of course you don't remember. You were outside playing a game with Miller and his friends, when you left them to come in here and scream my head off." She bit her bottom lip, trying to hide the smile that was sneaking up on her mouth. He pointed a stern finger at her, a smirk playing on his lips, "Don't even start."

She turned around in her seat to look over at him, "Well what did you do for me to have to come yell at you?" She raised her eyebrows awaiting his answer. But then she tugged on the jacket that was borderline choking her, "And why is this jacket on backwards?"

Bellamy stood up, holding out his hand for her that she graciously took as he pulled her onto her feet. He turned her around, moving her hair to one side and pulling the zipper down slowly. She pulled the jacket off completely, leaving her only in her bralette. She swallowed hard looking down at her exposed body before catching his wandering eyes, "You were like that when you came in here. I guess you left your shirt somewhere else, someone was shouting your name outside. When you came in, I was trying to go to sleep but you wouldn't leave. Climbed into bed with me."

"So you made me a straightjacket so I couldn't molest you in your sleep." She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment which made Bellamy laugh, really hard. There were even crinkles around his eyes. He had an extremely addictive laugh. She snapped her head up to him, "This isn't funny. So nothing else happened, right?"

His jaw clenched, "You really don't remember a thing?" She shook her head slowly so he looked away, licking his lips. "No, nothing else happened."

Suddenly, out of nowhere there was a lot of commotion from outside. Everyone was shouting and calling out names. "Check it out! Bellamy, get out here." Bellamy glanced over at Brigid before picking up his shirt and tossing it towards her. She caught it in her hands, keeping her eyes on his every move. He licked his lips, "Duty calls."

She tugged the shirt on before following the shirtless man out of his tent. Her eyes trained on his back, watching the muscles retract as he lifted the flap for her. They both stepped outside, it was almost dawn. The sky was a deep purple, with the sun starting to slip through the trees. Brigid looked up, there was a pod soaring through the sky. A huge grin grew on her face as she nudged Bellamy's arm, "Silly, misplaced hope, right?"