Bellarke One-Shots

An Old Face, A New Friend

Authors note, this is just a random AU about a face Clarke saw in her mind before she saw it in person. I might add to it I might not, I don't know.

Clarke's POV

Since as long as I could remember I've been sketching this face. I've never seen it before in real life and I have no idea why my hand draws it when my mind wanders, but since I could pick up a pencil this is what I drew. A picture of him, it was always a picture of him. Different styles and different lightings, but the same face with the same half smile/smirk thing. I've never drawn the face in color before. I mean I have tried, but my mind doesn't see his face, it sees a picture, a black and white picture of a man's face whom I've never met before.

That's why, when I was walking into my usual coffee shop to pick up a quick coffee on my way to school, I stopped dead in my tracks and actually gasped when I saw it. His face, I mean, I saw the face I had been drawing since forever. He was fairly tall and had curly brown hair, but his face was what I stared at. That face. I have drawn it a million times, but never even imagined it in color. I see now why not. His eyes weren't just brown, to call them brown would be an insult, they were the color of... of chocolate frosting, the good kind from the can that you eat when you are really sad, only more golden-like and they sparkled when the sun shone on them through the big coffee shop windows.

Another thing had caught my attention, he had freckles. In black and white I had never noticed that he had freckles, but he did, millions of them all clustered flawlessly on his face. Everything else, however, was just as I always drew it. The sharp jaw line, round nose, unkempt eyebrows, and plump lips were exactly as I sketched hundreds of times, but in beautiful, radiant color.

I blinked and was snapped out of my daze as I saw him begin to leave. For a second, I let him walk away as if to let nothing change. Then, however, at the sight something deep inside me was stirred and I was pulled towards him. Like an imaginary string had tied us together and I couldn't let him go without knowing why it was his face I drew.

"Hey." I called out to the stranger. He kept walking. "Hey." I called out again.

Finally he turned around and faced me. I inhaled sharply at how close our faces were. He was a stranger yet his face was so familiar, it was as though every feature had been etched into my brain. He was oddly as recognizable as an old friend, and yet we had never conversed before. When I zoned back into reality, I realized he was staring expectantly at me because I had randomly stopped him and he didn't recognize me as I did him.

So I said the first thing that popped into my mind. "Have we met before?"

I didn't know him and we hadn't met. He could have brushed me off or said he was in a hurry to get somewhere, but he didn't. Instead the kind stranger said, "I don't think so."

"You just look familiar." I glanced down at the shirt he was wearing. I smiled down at my feet. "The Arkers" the shirt read. "I love "the Arkers" they are like my all time favorite band."

"Really." He said sounding genuinely surprised. "Most people have never heard of them."

"Oh yeah I'm a huge fan. 'May We Meet Again' is like my number one song to listen to, only ever to be beaten by 'Whatever The Hell You Want'." I said easily. In my experience, I was horrible at talking to guys, especially the cute ones, but I was great at talking about the stuff I knew and I definitely knew about The Arkers.

An entire argument about the band splitting up later..."Whoa look at the time. I'm going to be late for work, but maybe I could get your phone number and we could talk more about why Jasper going solo was actually great for the band." He said with a hopeful smile.

"Okay." I said with what I'm sure was a stupid and giddy grin.

"Oh, I'm Bellamy." He said sticking out his hand.

"Clarke." I said. I shivered when our hands touched, but continued writing my number on his hand. It was as though a thousand lightning bolts coursed through my veins at his touch.

"Until we meet again." He said turning and continuing down the street.