It's A Short Story~~ Bellamy Blake

Chapter 6- Charlotte's mess pt. 1

I sat before Wells' grave and laid down a few flowers. Clarke sat besides me doing the same. "He cared about us," I said, "Wells didn't care how much we hated him."
"He let me hate him," Clarke said, "so I didn't hate my mother." A few memories came back to me.
"He use to trade his own stuff," I chuckled sadly, "just to buy you draw stuff and he bought me make-up so I cloud pretend I was a princess."
"He use to he,l us in Earth-Skills," Clarke smiled sad, "although we didn't need his help."
"Remember when we were 10?" I asked, she nodded, "we use to steal cookies from your mom's kitchen."
"And when my father caught us," Clarke edited, "he said it was his idea, so my father wasn't angry at us."
"And when we were 14?"
"Oh yeah, Wells told us that we looked good in a sort flirtatious way when we doubted."
"It gave us self confidence, which we can use now."
"I can't believe I hated him so much," Clarke shook her head in disbelief, "for something he didn't even do." I hugged her to comfort her.

"Olivia?" Boomed Bellamy's voice from somewhere is the distance.
"Oh, duty-calls." I whispered and let go of Clarke. I walked past Finn on my way to Bellamy.
"What's it Bell?" I sad standing next to him.
"I was looking for you," he said while he looked at the delinquents, who were building a wall around the camp, "where were you?"
"At Wells' grave." I replied. I looked up at him, he was still avoiding my eyes, so I started counting the freckles on his cheeks.
"At Wells' grave, why?" Bellamy asked, "thought you hated that guy."
"Yes, I did. He got me arrested. But Wells, Clarke and I shared some good memories."
"Yeah, like what?" He scoffed and now finally looked me my eyes. I fast looked at the delinquents, not wanting him to know I was looking at him.
"He use to trade his own stuff to buy us presents, and protecting us and-"
"Oh," he cut me of, and looked at the sad smile that had appeared on my face when I thought about my youth. Murphy walked over and snapped me out of my thoughts, "this section should be finished by tomorrow," he said and he too was looking at the hard working delinquents.

A boy was carrying what looked like a heavy. But once he grunted and fell on one knee. "Hey!" Murphy shouted, walking over towards the kid, "you think the Grounders are just gonna wait for us to finish the wall?" He said full of sarcasm, "maybe we should let the little girl doc the lifting for you, huh?" He pointed at Charlotte, who was binding a rope around peaces of wood. "I just need some water, okay?" The boy said to Murphy, "then I'll be fine."

Bellamy and I walked over to the situation. "Murphy," Bellamy said, "get this guy some water." They both looked mischievous. "Aye, you got this?" Bell said to Charlotte, and she actually wanted to pick up the log, but he held her back. "Hey, I'm just kidding." Bell picked up the log himself, and walked away with it. I heard that Murphy unzipped his pants, so I went to Charlotte. "Boys. Are. Gross." I told her, while Murphy did his thing. Charlotte chuckled, "yes, you're right."

When the other boy found out what Murphy was doing, he leaped up and shouted: "what the hell is wrong with you, Murphy? I'll kill you!" Two other boys had to held him back from actually doing that. "Oh, oh drama." I whispered to Charlotte. "You wanted a water break." Murphy told him, "now back to work." He shouted a the crowd.
"You heard him," I shouted, "show is over. The wall isn't gonna to built itself."

"It's been a week." I said as I walked into Bellamy's tent, he sat thinking on his bed, "I won our bet."
"True." He said while standing up, "funny I was just thinking about it, because you seemed to need  me two nights ago."
"That's not true," I said folding my arms, "and if it was true, I have to thank-"
"The not-little-make-out-session-ruining-kid?" Bell cut me off.
"Her name is Charlotte, and yes." I told him.
"Maybe I should play a little rougher." Bellamy said coming closer.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what I said, Queenie." He laid his hands on my hips and pulled me closer.
"Bellamy, what the hell." I breathed as he turned us around, his back was now facing the opening of the tent, which was closed.
"Let's try making out again." One of his hands slipped more down and grabbed my bum.