Together Forever

Chapter Fourteen

Bellamy was smiling wide as Clarke pulled in, parking her little red car. "Hey," he waved to her. He jogged over, handing her a coffee. "Compliments of my mother," he smiled.

"Thank you to both of you," Clarke chuckled.

"May I walk you inside?" He asked.

"Absolutely."

The entire day, Bellamy was stuck to Clarke like they were covered in super glue. He made sure to sit next to her in Lit, and walk with her to Calculus. He stayed right beside her, even walking her to her car after classes.

"So, I was wondering if I could drop by? Like after a while."

Clarke studied him, briefly. "Sure, that's fine with me. Maybe around seven? I want to knock this essay out."

Bellamy smiled. "Absolutely, I've got to finish mine, too. I'll see you at seven."

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Bellamy knocked, not really sure that he should just walk in like he had done years ago. Clarke opened the door, smiling brightly already.

"Come on," she laughed, tugging his arm. They walked to her room, the television on. "Did you get your paper done?"

Bellamy looked around, noticing that she put her room back exactly the way it was before she left. He imagined she did it to preserve things the way they were before she lost her father. "I did," he nodded. "I started it last night, but then calculus took over."

"I stayed up a little too late to finish the first three chapters and take those quizes," she admitted. "But, today I knocked the paper out. With pen anyways, I think I'm going to type it tomorrow and check for mistakes."

"Wise," Bellamy smiled. "What games do you have?" He nodded to her new PlayStation.

"Uh, embarrassingly enough, I have not purchased any games," she chuckled. "I just now set it up, even though I bought it a year ago. I've kept the three. Speaking of," she walked to her bookcase. "I think it took longer than normal, but I finally beat all these."

Bellamy smiled, looking at all of her games, lined perfectly along with her books. "You have quite the collection for the three, though."

Clarke pulled open a box from her closet, smiling. "You want to play?"

"Oh, are you going to accuse me of stealing the controller again?" He teased.

"Would we really be us if I didnt?"

Bellamy felt his heart skip a beat. "You're right," he laughed, helping her hook everything up.

Bellamy had heard Abby come home. He felt her peek in on the two of them a few times, but he made no move to leave. Not until Clarke was ready to kick him out.

He had waited two years to sit in front of a television with Clarke again, and he wasn't passing that up now.

"Hey, what time is it?" Clarke yawned.

Bellamy checked his phone. "9:20," he told her.

Clarke shrugged, taking the controller back into her own hands. "Let me finish this part."

"What? I got through over half the mission already," he objected.

"You're a cry baby," she teased, handing the controller back. "Fine, finish it." Bellamy was aware of her gazing at him, but he didn't call her out. Yet.

"I don't work tomorrow, can you take the day off, too?" He asked.

Clarke nodded. "Yeah, I can. What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, nothing. Maybe set up a jello pool in the yard, invite over some girls and toss you in the middle," he joked.

"I don't think I would be very good at wrestling in jello," she laughed loudly. "But okay, fine. Sure. I'll be expecting a jello pool tomorrow evening."

"Tease," Bellamy winked at her, saving the game. "Seriously though, I just figured we could hang out."

Clarke turned the PlayStation off and stretched. "Okay, that's cool. I'll probably go for a run, so come over at maybe one?"

Bellamy stood, stretching too. He pulled her into a hug, sighing at the feel of her body pressed against his. He kissed the top of her hair. "I missed you," he admitted.

She pulled back, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I missed you, too. See you tomorrow."