Fake Dating Blake

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December 31st (present day)

'Are you a fucking moron?'

The pounding in his head, Bellamy soon discovered, was a mixture of the whiskey he'd finished off the night before and his little sister at his front door. He thought the throbbing was just after effect, lulling him out of sleep and punishing him for over-indulging the night before, and probably the four days before that. It had been six days since he'd left the Griffins; he hadn't been checking his phone, except once or twice when Octavia's ringtone rang, and he hadn't really left his apartment. He was moping, if he was honest, and apparently Octavia wasn't happy about it.

'Language, O,' he admonished after pulling the door open.

He narrowed his eyes at the light streaming in from the window opposite his door, and Octavia sent a pointed head tilt his way. She was waiting for him to move aside, but patience had never been her strong suit. She pushed past him into the apartment and clipped him on the shoulder for good measure as she went. Bellamy rubbed the back of his neck and closed the door behind them. Octavia was already rooting through his kitchen cupboards by the time he joined her in the kitchen.

'You really let this place go to hell after I left.'

Bellamy raised an eyebrow. 'This place? It's an apartment, not a bar.'

'Judging by the look of these,' she said, eyeing a half-eaten bag of peanuts. 'I'm not so sure.'

Bellamy rolled his eyes. His sister was anything but subtle. He folded his arms. 'Is there a reason you interrupted my morning? Or did you just want to piss me off.'

Octavia stared at him. 'It's one in the afternoon.'

'What?'

Bellamy looked at his wrist. As he suspected, his watch still read nine thirty. It had stopped the day before, but Bellamy had been a little too happy to care. Well, as happy as he could be after downing a bottle of whiskey, eating nothing all day, and moping about how he was completely in love with a girl, with whom a relationship was just out of the question. He'd seen to that the moment he'd untangled his arms from around her and slipped quietly out of her bed. God, and then he'd left the note. Bellamy pinched the bridge of his nose.

'Back to the point,' Octavia said, her expression softening somewhat upon seeing him so conflicted. 'What is going on with you?'

He led her into the living room, which pretty much comprised the entire apartment. After his mother had passed away, Bellamy used most of the left over money to start Octavia up in school and pay for his own graduation. After the essentials, he needed a new apartment. He couldn't stay in their old one; waking up in the middle of the night, when all he could see was his mother's lifeless body on the floor. It got too much so he packed his – and what Octavia had left – all up and moved further North and closer to Octavia's school. The apartment he lived in was moderate, to say the least, but it was more than what a lot of people had. One bedroom, separate bathroom, lots of storage and a large kitchen come living area. It was comfortable, and he was happy there. He'd be a lot happier somewhere else, with someone specific, but alas, he'd been as ass.

'Bell?'

He sat down on the couch and covered his face in his hands. He let out a deep breath, and then decided it was time to say the words out loud. It might hurt less if someone else knew.

'I love her, O.'

He heard Octavia scoff.

'I know. So get the fuck on with it because she loves you too.'

Bellamy looked up. 'What?'

Octavia was smiling smugly at him, and tapping her foot. She'd probably spoken to Clarke between now and returning from Washington, though why it had taken her two days to come by his place, he didn't know. Maybe something was up, perhaps Octavia had conspired with Clarke about something, and Octavia had been sent as a messenger. Bellamy felt his spirit climb suddenly, like it had been asleep for the longest time and the thought of Clarke, seeing her face, was enough to make his heart start beating again. He cussed himself out.