Fault Line (Bellarke)

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Clarke

The microwave pinged and I took out my restaurant quality, favorite food of all time. Mac and cheese.

"Girl, they want you to start work, tomorrow?" Raven said, biting into her own bowl of mac and cheese. We weren't very good cooks.

"Ya. I guess I better head to bed early then. I don't want yesterday's events to repeat itself."

"True, and I may not be there to save you." Raven mumbled with her mouth full of macaroni while the cheese oozed out of her mouth.

"Ew gross," I gagged. "You are such a slob!"

Raven pulled the finger at me. "Says the girl who left her underwear in the bathroom and food in every corner of the apartment." She spooned another massive about of macaroni. "They were black lace thongs on top of that. And the food was rotting."

"In my defence, okay, the black lace thongs were the first pair of underwear I could get my hands on when I was running late for my interview, and besides, I probably just dropped them in the bathroom by accident. And secondly, I hid the food from a certain pig that is currently living with me in my apartment-"

"So now you're hiding food from me? Is this where our relationship is at?" Raven flicked a macaroni at me and it landed fair and square on my face, sliding its way off.

"I WAS WILLING TO SHARE MY MAC AND CHEESE! IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?"

Getting back, I flicked a macaroni right back at her and it missed her face, but even better, hit her neck, sliding into her cleavage. I laughed hysterically.

"You. Did. Not." Raven flipped her bowl upside down over my head, dumping its contents onto my hair.

"Raven! I have my first day at work tomorrow! I can't go with remains of macaroni in my hair!" I whined.

"Good. You're new boss Bellamy Blake could just eat you up," she winked.

"I won't even get to meet him." I rolled my eyes. I roll my eyes a little too much.

"He's so smoking holy fuck," she fangirled, fanning herself with her hand. "Bachelor of the year. He's twenty-five and single, but all the girls are after him. His photos are always in the magazines. He is known as a player. Girls sleep with him hoping they are the one, but Bellamy has other ideas."

"Wow. Sounds like a dick. I don't know what he looks like either. I don't read magazines, remember?"

Raven looked slightly offended that I didn't know what Bellamy Blake looked like. "Hold on." She starts rummaging through the side drawer. "I swear I had a magazine with a picture of him in it, just the other day."

She tilted her head sadly at me. "Seems like I threw it out by accident..."

"My hair still looks like Cookie Monster took a dump on it," I complained. I rethought my sentence. "More like the macaroni and cheese monster."

"Ugh you're such a baby Clarke, I'll clean up here, you go have shower."

Ravens phone started ringing and she answered it while I threw my towel over my shoulder and entered the bathroom.

The water ran down my face and the steam wrapped me up in its warmth, huddling my naked body. The crazy day had taken its toll on me, and I had to remember that I had to take care of myself too sometimes.

I imagined myself in a hot, thermal activity heated, spa. Like the one they had in Iceland. I hoped to visit it one day when I had enough money to go on a world tour. My moment of peace was suddenly bombarded with unusual yelling.

"CLARKE!" Raven screamed at the top of her lungs, probably disrupting the neighbours. I would not be surprised if I got some complaint letters in the next few days.

"What is i-"

Raven rushed into the bathroom. This is why I need to get a lock. Usually I don't need one because I live alone. It's a different story with Raven in the apartment.

"Excuse you I'm having a shower!" I tried my best to cover up my bare body.

"Clarke I got a job. I GOT A JOB!" Raven seemed like she was least aware of the fact I had no clothes on and the shower was running. She opened the shower door and jumped in, clothes and all, squeezing me in a tight hug.

Lost in her happiness, I forgot too. "You can move in with me permanently!"

"Could I really?" Her face lit up like a child's when they receive candy.

"Yeah. But I'll have to put a lock on this door."

Raven laughed. "Sorry Clarkey. I'm just so happy right now." Her happiness turned to horror when she contemplated her current situation. She was drenched from head to toe. "Whoops."

"Whoops indeed," I scoffed.

***

The crisp morning air filled my nostrils. Given the luck I was missing the other day, I hoped Blake Industries didn't pose as a bad omen.

This time I had managed to wake up on time, pick out the right underwear, and grab a caramel latte. The Seattle streets were empty and eerie in the early Tuesday morning. The occasional car honked or drove past. It was almost winter, and the air was getting colder.

My clammy hair, which still had pieces of cheese that miraculously missed my shampoo last night and this morning, was pulled back in a pretty ponytail (credit to Raven).

Raven had been busy on the phone to her roommate back in Vancouver, discussing the movement of her major belongings still in Canada. But she had still offered to do my hair. She felt entitled to because of the mac and cheese mess she had made it into.

Blake Industries Offices was a sleek, tall building made mostly of glass. The Blake's must be multi-million, if not, billionaires.

People of all sorts were slowly bringing the building to life, one lady screamed out to her husband as it seemed, "where is Snuggles? I told you to put him in his hutch but he wasn't there this morning."

I found it strangely adorable when couples fought, especially like a married couple. It brings two people closer somehow. Strengthens their bond with each other.

The inside of the building was posh, and I truely admired it for the first time, since the last time I was here, I had no car and my high heels were broken and I was running late and all of hell had broken loose etc.

"Ah! you must be Stark!" a bubbly girl hopped around me. "I'm Lexa, your buddy for today."

"Hello Lexa, yes Octavia told me about you. It's Clarke by the way."

"Oh! Sorry Mark..."

Lexa seemed nice. Lexa seemed a bit deaf too.