Bellarke One-Shots

God Blessed the Broken Road (That Lead Me Straight to You)

Authors note, this is a cute little love story about getting lost in order to find yourself.

He waited for her. He waited while she grieved and held her as she cried. He waited while she loved and lost, never saying anything or pushing. He just waited for the love of his life to realize they were soulmates. Bellamy waited patiently for the day Clarke was ready for a love as terrifyingly amazing as he knew theirs would be. He was ready, he had realized he loved her and he waited every day for her to as well. Which brings me to the beginning of the story. A love story that starts with a cross country road trip the summer of high school graduation.

Bellamy's POV

I honked twice in Clarke's driveway and rolled down my window, waiting patiently for her, she was always late. I stuck my hand out of my car window and felt the heat of early June. I let my mind drift off in thought and it landed on Octavia, naturally. I was worried about leaving Octavia with our flake of a dad, who had left when I was nine and Octavia had been four, and had reappeared in our lives a year ago, claiming he was sober and ready to be our dad again.

A knock on the drivers side door snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a smiling Clarke. I opened the door and popped the trunk, took her bags from her, and threw them in the trunk of my car.

"Careful." She said and I rolled my eyes.

"Five bags, that's a lot even for you, princess." I said, adding the nickname to emphasize my point.

The first time I had called her princess was when I had been walking past her obnoxiously large house and noticed her eight year old self sitting outside. Literally just sitting there, doing nothing, but staring at this one spot on a tree. I had been in a bad mood because my dad had just left and we had moved from a different state into a tiny house and I was starting a new school. Everything had changed and I had hated all of it. Nine year old me had yelled, "What are you doing princess?"

And she just kept staring into space so I walked right in front of her and yelled, "Huh princess!"
Having thought she was ignoring me, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me down to sit next to her.

"Do you see that?" She asked.

"What?" I asked confused at the strange blonde girl.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She said moving to lean against the tree. I moved to sit next to her. "There is nothing here. My best friend Lexa and I used to play in the tree house up there, but she's dead, and now there's nothing there." I had looked at her and saw a tear drop down her cheek. Having had a little sister, I wiped it away instinctually. 

"Thanks." She said hollowly to me. She sounded sad, she sounded how I felt.

"My dad left us. Mom said he divorced her." I said, saying it aloud for the first time and hating how it sounded. I had loved my dad and now I hated him. He left my mom and Octavia. He left me.

She just leaned against the tree and I did too.

"Maybe there is something there." She said quietly and I looked at her. I was there and so was she. I had become friends with the eight year old girl named Clarke that day and now, ten years later, were best friends who had graduated high school and we're finally going on the cross country road trip we had always talked about.

I closed the trunk and got into my car. Clarke followed suit. I pulled out of her driveway and turned right at the stop sign, away from Jaha, Washington and towards Portland, Oregon, our first destination.

Clarke put her feet on my dashboard and settled in for the four hour drive. She had her map thrown half hazardously on her lap, blowing slightly in the breeze. She had her hand out the window, making waves with her fingers. I smiled at just how beautiful she was. The wind was blowing threw her golden blonde hair, making it look like a halo above her head. Her smile could shine brighter than the sun any day, in fact most days it was the sunshine lighting my otherwise dark world.