An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Get Trapped With A Stranger

"Get trapped with a stranger for an entire month. Last the whole month, win $10,000. Walk out, you get nothing."

"Clarke, you should totally enter this! You have the summer off." Raven showed me the paper.

I read over the small print: no cameras, this isn't for a TV show, no phones. You will be locked in a house with one stranger of the opposite sex for a month. Our goal is honestly test relationships. Will you fall for someone because of the closeness? Will you hate each other? If you agree to join this, you will be interviewed afterwards and then will have a follow up interview two weeks later. We expect this to be a random and fun thing. You will not be able to contact anyone outside your house, you won't have internet or live tv. You will have stacks of DVDs and each other. There will be two beds, one couch, one bathroom, a small kitchen, and a small exercise space. Your bags will be checked before you enter. Nothing that happens in this house will be recorded in any way. What happens is between you and your roommate.

"Come on," she urged. "Nothing is recorded and I only see two things happening here. 1, the guy is a babe and you bone him. 2, you bring your art supplies and ignore each other in order to win that cash." She slid the box of pizza towards me. "I mean if anything, you could just walk out. But that money would fix your college and you know it. That medical scholarship you won, you hate it. You could use that money to switch majors."

I chewed, knowing she was right. Why not? I had nothing to lose. I decided to call the number and enter.

"Hello! Are you interested in being trapped?" A woman asked, cheerfully.

"Yes, I am." I said. "I was just wondering how to sign up."

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty one," I said.

"Okay. Pack your things and be sure to include your identification. You'll be asked to sign several things before you enter. I'll text this number with your address for the month. I'll be out front to get your information and have everything signed before you enter and before you meet your roommate. If you want to leave at any time, there will be a phone for 911 or for us."

"Okay, thanks." I guess I was doing this.

"Good luck," Raven said, pulling me up the house is be staying in.

"Thanks," I smiled. "You got to wait a minute to see if they approve my luggage."

I stepped out of the car and met two women, wearing blue shirts that said "Trapped."

They dug through my luggage and approved everything except my toys, thankfully I was allowed my art supplies.

"The refrigerator is full. Groceries will be delivered once a week and there are already towels and soap. The washing machine and dryer are hooked up and there's soap for all that stuff, too. Your roommate is a 22 year old male, he's actually from Jersey, but decided to come to New York for this summer. That's all we can tell you. You've signed everything and you're ready. Are you sure you want to do this?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes," I smiled. I turned to the little gray house and entered. It was definitely made for this game. The house was small, just as I assumed. One couch, two kitchen chairs, two full beds. I walked to the bathroom, looking around. I unpacked my hygiene items and put them in one of the two drawers under the sink.

I went to the bedroom and unpacked my stuff, choosing the dresser and bed away from the window. First come, first serve, I shrugged to myself. I grabbed a a beer while looking over the DVDs they provided us. Before I could pick one, the door swung open.

I turned around the small living room and saw my new roommate for the first time. He was a head taller than me. His tan face was splattered with freckles and his hair was a lump of perfectly imperfect curls. His brown eyes met mine. Fucking hell, I should quit now.