An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Back To Arkadia Pt.2

Clarke cursed herself for not turning her alarm off. Feeling like a dead person rising, she trudged to the restroom. She tughed on her jeans and a new shirt before turnung to the sink. Her appearance shouldn't have shocked her, she could still tell her cheek was swollen, but it did. Gently, she rinsed her face with cold water and head to the stairs.

"So, a wet girl comes to the door at three in the morning and you invite her inside?" A woman's hushed voice floated up.

"Octavia, she didn't chose a random house," Bellamy defended. "She knew the people we bought the house from. She's from here. And O, she is running from a man."

It was silent for a moment. "She told you that?" The girl asked.

"He hit her, O!" Bellamy's voice rose a little. "She didn't want to stay, she didn't want to admit it, but she needed a place. There was no way in hell I was sending her away."

"Do you think she's going to stay? That would help your roommate ad."

"I don't know, I don't know her."

Clarke took this time to very down the stairs and let her presence be known. In the kitchen, Bellamy turned towards her. The girl next to the sink turned, too. She shared Bellamy's tanned skin and dark hair color, but her skin was free of freckles and her hair was straight and sleek. Bellamy had soft, mocha eyes, but this girls were green.

"Uh, hi," Clarke greeted them, her voice showing her nerves.

"You're up much earlier than I thought. How did you sleep?" Bellamy asked.

"I forgot to turn my alarm off," Clarke admitted. "Uh, I just wanted to say thanks and I will be getting out of your hair."

"Have some coffee." Clarke turned to the girl, who's expression had softened dramatically. "Bellamy was just about to make some pancakes."

Clarke nodded, accepting a cup of steaming coffee. She added her cream and sugar, feeling a silent conversation happening.

"I'm Octavia," the girl smiled. "I'm Bellamy's sister."

"Clarke. It's nice to meet you, even though we're meeting on very odd mistake," she chuckled.

"A wise man once said: 'we don't make mistakes, just happy accidents'."

Clarke tried really hard to hold in her laughter, but she couldn't help it. "Did you just quote Bob Ross?" Clarke laughed.

Octavia smiled, proud. "Yes, I did. He was a wise man and damn good painter."

"You know, that may be one of the only things you've said that shocked me," Bellamy chuckled.

"More so than when I told you my boyfriend was older than me?" Octavia challenged.

Bellamy narrowed his eyes at her, putting a plate of pancakes on the counter between Clarke and Octavia. "I think that shock was a little more angry and disturbed," he told her. "Now, grab us some plates."

Clarke was seated at their round table between the two of them, her pancake barely touched. They seemed so natural, even though she was a literal stranger.

"So, Clarke," Octavia started, sipping her coffee. Bellamy gave her a look, but she continued on. "May I ask what exactly your plan is?"

Clarke swallowed. "To be honest, I don't know exactly. I didn't expect this."

"What is your friend still lived here?" She pushed. "Would you stay with him?"

Clarke was a little uncomfortable, fidgeting her legs. "No, no. I couldn't do that to them. Well, to be quite honest, I would just look for a place to live I guess."