Ark Academy

Still Falling For You

Thank you guys so much for 1k views!!!So I'm not sure if you're already aware, but I LOVE CLICHES. Mostly, I've been avoiding the bigger ones, but this chapter is going to be FULL of cliches, so I'm just warning you in the long run and hoping you like them, too.

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"Do you need another blanket?" Octavia asks as she crawls into her bed. We spent ten minutes building a fort next to her bed for me to get comfortable in.

"No, I think I'm set," I answer about to literally fall asleep until I feel an uncomfortable pressure in my hip. Fortunately, it wasn't the side with the scar. I look down, noticing that I'm still in my jeans and my tight top, uncomfortable as ever.

"Hey, O?" I try to catch her attention, but her sleeping form simply groans in reply. "O?" I get up and attempt to shake her awake.

"Go to sleep C," she shoves me to the floor, my butt hitting her carpet. I sigh as I brush myself off, standing up.

"I don't have any clothes to sleep in..." I say.

"The outfit you're wearing is fine," She turns herself away from me, falling back to sleep.

I huff and start opening her bedroom drawers searching for her pajamas. "Ughhh," I grunt in frustration. "Pajamas, pajamas, pajamas," I mutter to myself. They are nowhere to be found.

"Clarke. Shut up," Octavia whines, furrowing her eyebrows. "Go ask Bellamy for a shirt and boxers or whatever," she points to the door tiredly. "Now get out of my room."

I walk out of Octavia's room and through the narrow hallway to the last door; Bellamy's.

His door creaks open and I'm greeted with an empty bed.

"Bell?" I search the room for him. A pair of arms wrap around my waist and squeeze me gently. I jump in surprise and turn around to see him smiling.

"You're supposed to be sleeping, Griffin," he says with a smirk.

"I-I can't sleep," I explain trying not to look into his eyes.

"No?" His head tilts to the left and he's still smiling like an idiot.

"I can't sleep in my jeans and this top," I gesture to my outfit as he lets go of me and heads over to closet. "And Octavia wouldn't give me clothes so she told me to come here. To you," he hands me a button down top.

"This should do, right?" he asks as he slowly takes out my hair tie, out eyes locked.

"Its a little too dressy for sleep..." I reply.

"It will do," he says. "Go get dressed and go to sleep."

I head to the bathroom and do as he said. The shirt comes right down to mid thigh and a little under my collar bone. I wear my underwear and my bra underneath it and finally feel comfortable after such a long day.

"Thank you," I tell Bellamy as I go back into his room.

He looks up from his laptop and gives me a once-over.

I've rendered him speechless.

"Wow," he gapes at my exposed form. "I think you should start wearing my shirts from now on," he says, rendering me speechless.

By now, I'm blushing so hard that the heat on my cheeks is beginning to feel painful.

"What are you doing up so late?" I ask him, changing the subject.

"You know, the usual...." he drags as if I can't tell that he's lying.

"Tell me," my brows furrow into confusion as I wait for him to tell me the truth.

He sighs in defeat. "I've just been stressed. You know, with mom passing away and everything....I don't really sleep anymore."

I close my eyes tightly, trying to imagine what it would be like to be in his shoes, but I can't. I just don't know what it feels like, so I try to help him cope in the second best way possible.

"Some nights I can't sleep either," I admit. "I just wake up nightmare after nightmare of hands pinning me to walls and crying for help and...." I don't finish the sentence.

"Yeah...," Bellamy says, his eyes dropping with sympathy.

"Well, my point was that maybe we could help each other."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," I continue. "Come here," I sit down on his king-sized bed and pat the spot next to me. He gives me a questioning look, but slowly comes to his senses and places himself underneath the comforters.

We both know where this is going, so I don't try to explain as he pulls me into his side and spoons me, his arm wrapped around my waist like he's position himself when we were on the couch together. His shirt, his bed, his smell, it's all engulfing me, keeping me safe. He nuzzles his nose into my neck and breathes deeply, making me giggle.

"Thank you," he says quietly, right into my ear. I can almost see the smile he's got on his face now.

"Goodnight Bell," he pushes me closer to him (if that is even possible) and tightens his grip around my waist.

"Goodnight princess," I fall asleep in his arms 10 minutes later.

AN
CLICHES WHOOP THEY ARE MY LIFE.