Murphamy: A Happy Ending

Chapter 17 - Tickle Monster

Bellamy's POV

Alright, Bell. You have a boyfriend now. Murphy is your boyfriend now. Wow. Wow! I did it. I got Murphy to be my boyfriend. My first boyfriend. Cool. Murphy, Emori and I walk out of the building, making our way to my car. We had made it a daily thing for me to take them both home, but since Murphy lives with me now, I just needed to take Emori home. We were about to get in when a familiar blonde crybaby comes up behind us.

"Bellamy?" She says, her voice quiet and sad. We all turn to look at her, Emori crossing her arms and standing behind us. I sigh and cross my arms in front of me as well.

"What do you want, Clarke?" I say, trying my best to not lose my temper. She stands there, almost in tears and sighs.

"I love you, Bellamy. Please get back with me. Please." She cries, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

"Sorry, Clarke. I'm already with someone." I respond, staying as confident as I can. Her face drops.

"What? With who? Is it her?" She questions, pointing at Emori. I shake my head.

"No. With Murphy." I answer, looking over at him. He looks at me in surprise and I shoot him a small smirk.

"What?" She spits, glaring at Murphy. "No you're not." I don't respond. I just take Murphy's hand and pull him to me, putting my other hand on his waist and kissing him. His hands tangle in my hair and I smirk into the kiss when I hear Clarke start to cry and run away. We pull away and Murphy looks surprised, but happy.

"What? Am I not suppose to kiss my boyfriend?" I tease, putting an arm around his waist and pull him closer. He blushes and lets out a chuckle.

"You're so lucky that I love you." He smirks. I smile and kiss his forehead.

"I love you too." I respond.

"Alright, you two lovebirds. Let's get going." Emori says, getting in the backseat and laying back in the seat. Murphy and I laugh before getting in. I start the car and pull out of the parking lot. I rest my hand on the armrest between the front seats and reach over into Murphy's lap, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. He intertwines our fingers and we sit the rest of the ride like that; hand in hand.

***

We get to my house and we get out, taking our bags and walking inside.

"Hey, Bellamy." Murphy says, making me turn around to face him.

"Yeah?"

"That physics test is tomorrow. I still need to study. Help me?" He asks, looking into my eyes. I smile at him.

"Yeah. I'll help. Upstairs?" I respond. He nods and we take our stuff upstairs, sitting down on the bed and pulling out our work. I start to read the chapter the test is on to him, asking him questions every once in a while to make sure he's listening.

***

After a few hours, we finally finish with all the information. Murphy lays back on the bed, exhausted. He sighs.

"Alright. I think I know everything. Thank you, Bellamy." He huffs, closing his eyes and putting his hands above his head.

"You're welcome, Murphy." I smile at him, even though he can't see me.

"John."

"What?" I say, confused as to why he said his first name.

"You can call me John. If we're dating now, you can call me by my first name." He opens his eyes and looks at me, a small smile on his face.

"Alright, John." I smile back at him, leaning down and kissing him gently. He kisses back, hooking his arms around my neck and deepening the kiss. I prop myself up on an elbow, my other hand gripping his waist and pulling him to me. I swipe my tongue over his lower lip, asking for permission to enter. He obliges, opening his mouth slightly, our tongues battling for dominance. He eventually gives in, letting me take control. His fingers curl through my hair, tugging on it slightly, earning a small moan from my mouth. I feel him smile into the kiss. I get back at him by biting his lower lip, gently pulling it as I pull away. I get a whine to leave his lips. I smirk at him, resting my forehead on his. I can feel his heavy breath on my lips, as I'm sure that he can feel mine.
     
     I sit up, pulling Murphy up with me. He scoots closer to me, throwing one leg over my lap and burying his face in my neck, leaving sweet kisses down it to my collarbone. I let out a grunt of pleasure, gripping his knee and pulling him further onto my lap.

His phone rings on the nightstand. Some heavy metal song. He tenses up.

"Just leave it, John." I plead, but he sits back in my lap, looking into my eyes.

"That's my mom. I have to answer it." He gets off my lap, picking up the phone as if it was a sleeping animal that would jump at him if it woke up. He sits back down next to me, answering it and putting it on speaker phone so I could hear.

"H-Hey, mom." He stutters, obviously afraid.

"John. Where are you?" She spits. His name sounds like poison coming from her lips. No wonder he didn't like to use his first name.

"At a friends. Y-you told me that I had to leave. " He answers, his hand shaking. I take his free hand and hold it in mine, squeezing it gently to comfort him. He relaxes a little bit, but not much.

"I did. I don't want you back. But you better not be at that boy's house. If I ever see you with him, I will get you and bring you back here." She threatens. He looks at me and I give him a reassuring look. I mouth the words, "I will protect you." to him. He smiles and turns back to the phone.

"Mom, you can't get me anymore. You made me leave. I will go where someone wants me. And if that's at Bellamy's, then that's where I'll stay." He says, more confident now.

"Johnathan Mu-" She gets cut off my Murphy hanging up, tossing his phone over with his backpack. He turns back to me and leans into me, kissing me passionately and pushing me back onto the bed. He crawls on top of me, not breaking the kiss. My hands latch onto his hips, pulling his body down on mine.

I hear a knock on the door and I push Murphy off of me, getting on top of him and starting to tickle him.

"Bellamy!" He squeals, batting at my hands. The door opens and my sister walks in. She starts to giggle as she runs over to my bed, jumping up and pushing on my shoulder. I grab her and push her down on the bed, straddling her legs and tickling her. She squeals and laughs loudly, reaching out for Murphy.

"Murphy! Save me from the tickle monster!" She squeaks, grabbing Murphy's hand. He laughs and pulls her out from under me, holding her in his lap. All three of us stay in my room for a while, tickling, laughing and joking around until my mom calls us down for dinner.