Bellarke One-Shots

While You Were Sleeping (I Fell in Love)

Author's note, the story kinda switches from Clarke explaining her love story to her looking back on the moment she realized her true feelings, so it kinda switches from 2nd person to 1st person. Just roll with it.

Clarke's POV

Isn't life funny, with love as its punch line. Everyone has heard the beautifully overdone love story where the boy and girl have been best friends since forever. They didn't just know each other better then they knew themselves, they had slowly become one story and it would be impossible to untangle their past, for they were always together and only grew closer with time. They could finish each other's sentences and communicate all they needed to say by just looking into each others eyes. Always being overprotective of one another and risking their neck for the other. One of them knowing it was true love since he was nine and she kissed him on the cheek one fantastic Christmas Eve while under the mistletoe. The other thinking it was platonic as the day is long, until one day, she didn't just look at him but she saw him. It was as though her whole world shifted, because she had finally seen him. She watched Bellamy Blake sleep one horrible camping trip after her tent had blown away in the wind and he'd offered her half of his. Clarke Griffin watched Bellamy. She had just watched him sleep, watched the way his eyes fluttered as he dreamed, watched his mouth curl up in pleasure occasionally, and found every steady breath, marked by his chest consistently rising up and down, relaxing.

So when he woke up the next morning and I was just staring at him, Bellamy noticeably tensed and I laughed easily at his discomfort.

"What?" Bellamy asked.

"Nothing," I said pausing. I had to chose my words carefully, phrase every sentence just right or risk losing my best friend, my other and better half.

"Clarke?" Bellamy asked face etched with concern. Dang, I thought in my head, he knew me too well, knew my tells and my worried face. Sometimes I thought he could read my thoughts and not just my facial expressions.

"What if I said something that changed everything." I asked slowly considering each word carefully before saying them.

"You can tell me anything." Bellamy said sitting up and nearly hitting his head on the roof of our pathetic makeshift tent.

"You might not like it." I said stalling. This wasn't something I did. I wasn't open and honest, I didn't put myself in the position to be vulnerable. I have only cried once in my life. Really cried, not a tear rolling down my cheek when I was in physical pain or a pool of tears in my eyes during a sad movie. I'm talking that gut wrenching, whole body shaking, pained scream, sobbing cry when it feels like your burning in the bitter cold of reality. When I did that, it was after my dad died and after the funeral, it was actually three months later when he got a package from this late night infomercial and I realized I couldn't give him the package because he was dead. He was gone forever. Bellamy held me close as I broke down and really cried. He held me so tight all my broken pieces would've fit back together.

"What did you do now Clarke?" He asked, sighing. I'll admit sometimes I got passionate about stuff and did things like stage a protest to stop a really old tree from being knocked down by chaining myself to it and when that didn't work... well let's just say I spent a night in jail and Bellamy had to bail me out. I did things like that a lot, things my dad would've done my mom always said. Doing the wrong things for the right reasons.

"I think I fell for you Bellamy. Like in the way where I might love you." I said rambling and abandoning all hopes of strategically planned wording.

"Well Clarke that's where we've always differed," he said looking regretfully into my eyes and I felt my heart actually sink to my stomach. "I've always known I was in love with you, since I was nine years old actually."

I just stared at him for a moment, not sure what to say that. He loved me. He thought of me that way. I smiled. "You're in love with me?" I asked and he nodded.

My brain was having difficulty processing the joy my rapidly beating heart was experiencing. I had always been the brain to Bellamy's heart. "We are in love." I said trying out the words and loving how they sounded out loud.

"We are." Bellamy said smiling so widely I thought it might be painful.

"So wait have you been just secretly pining over me since you were nine?" I asked. My brain over the shock and moving on to what he said after the I love you part.

"Shut up." He laughed softly and pressed his lips firmly against mine.

We didn't go back to meet our other friends we'd been separated from in the worst of the storm. Instead, we spent the day exploring the new land we'd found both in the campsite and in our hearts.