CLARKES POV
"Mom, you don't have to go," I suggest as she packs her bags to go back home. She stops and looks at me with something I can't quite put my finger on.
"Really?" She asks with hope.
"Really," I nod and take the T-shirt she's holding in her hands to hang it back up in the closet—where it belongs.
"I'm sorry that I've been blaming you this whole time," I mention, trying to avoid her gaze. Looking her in the eye would only make me feel more guilty.
I turn around to be greeted by my mom's embrace. As she hugs me tightly, I wrap my arms around her and tear up.
"I'm so sorry, mom," I sniffle, nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck.
"It's okay, sweetie. I'm sorry, too," she apologizes.
"No. Don't be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry about," I shush her.
"I'm sorry that I didn't come sooner," she explains. "I shouldn't have waited to come tell you."
"It's okay. Don't feel guilty about that," I console her. She pulls away from me and cups my face so she can get a good look at me.
"So Bellamy, huh?" She smirks. My cheeks turn red.
"Yeah..," I look down with a smile.
"My daughter with a Blake. Never would have thought that," she chuckles to herself. "I'm glad you two are together."
"Thanks, mom."
"He just better treat you well. You're my little girl—," I interrupt her.
"You don't have to worry about that, he's been pretty protective of me lately," I start. "I've never felt this way about a guy before...."
"Awww," her eyebrows raise. "My very own daughter. In love," she sighs in content.
We hug for a second time.
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"Lincoln's taking me out to the ice skating rink tonight," Octavia squeals. "You and Bellamy should come," she offers.
"Uhh, I was thinking that maybe Bellamy and I would just stay in tonight. You know, watch a movie or something?"
"You two are always watching TV. I mean, stay in if you want to fuck each other, but come out with Lincoln and I if you were thinking about doing anything other than that," she says nonchalantly.
"We're gonna stay in," I mutter, my ears turning a light shade of pink.
Octavia gasps. "Ooooh. Look at Clarke taking steps for once!" She cheers and then her smile drops. "Ew. Now I'm just imagining you and Bellamy screwing each—," she clamp a hand over her mouth, shutting her up.
"OKAY. That's enough," I warn her to stop.
"Have fun," she winks and runs off to Lincoln's car.
Oh, I will.
A/N:
Sorry, this chapter was more of a filler, but the next one is where the real stuff is at. (aka smuttttt)
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