[1] broken boy • Bellamy Blake

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"And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong"
- 'Youth' Daughter

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Stefan watched as boys tackled each other and ran around camp, making others fall and trip. Stefan was never one to find that fun, it always seemed too rough and fast for him. Although, they were having fun and they were on earth, so who cares?

Wells weaved through the boys and walked along, carrying clothes from the people who have died.

Smart. Stefan thought.

Atom walked up behind him, acting snarky already.

"Hey, uh, where'd you get the clothes?" He asked, eyeing Wells.

"Buried the two kids who died during landing." Wells briefly explained, ready to keep walking.

"Smart. You know, I'll take it from here." Atom tried to grab the clothes. Stefan being annoyed already, got up, and walked over, pushing Atom back a bit.

"Back off mate, let him do what he wants." Stefan crossed his arms, looking Atom up and down.

"We share based on need, just like back home." Wells said, and Stefan nodded, agreeing. Some people didn't even have jackets, like him.

Bellamy took everyones attention, he was leaving the drop ship, shirtless with a girl close behind. "You still don't get it, do you, chancellor?" He stopped, wrapping an arm around the girl and kissing her. She was in her bra and she gave a little scoff as she walked by us.

"This is home now. Your fathers rules no longer apply." Bellamy walked over, snatching a t-shirt and jacket from Wells. Wells went to get them back, but Atom grabbed him.

"Oh, no, no, Atom. Hold up. You want it back? Take it." Bellamy, still shirtless, gave a small smirk to Wells.

Stefan hadn't moved, afraid if He did, he'd find Bellamy too hot to resist. He'd probably get a disruption. Wells contemplated on fighting Bellamy, but just threw the clothes on the ground, people scrambling up to get something.

"Is this what you want? Chaos?" Wells hissed at Bellamy, but Bellamy just smiled.

"What's wring with a little chaos?" Bellamy had dropped the jacket at his feet, pulling the shirt over his head. Part of Stefan wished he'd left it off, but another part knew it was best for him to put it back on.

Bellamy picked it up and tossed at Stefan, snapping the smaller boy out of his frozen state. A scream echoed right after.

Stefan and Bellamy rushed over. Stefan had already inched closer to Bellamy once he realized Murphy was there.