Sunshine | Bellamy Blake DISCONTINUED

twelve

Bellamy walks up the hill where I'm standing looking around. He kisses me quickly before looking around as well. "Anything?" He asks me.

With a shake of my head and a sigh he takes that as a no. "It's been two days. Maybe the bomb at the bridge scared them off for good." I explain shrugging.

"You believe that?" Bellamy asks looking at me as if he knows the answer. He does.

"No." I shake my head. "But I want to. But I also know that they're coming." I add turning and walking down the hill with Bellamy behind me.

"Jasper thinks he can cook up some more gunpowder, if he gets some sulfur, and Raven says she can turn that into land mines." Bellamy explains to me.

"She can." I reply furrowing my eyebrows. Obviously.

"I know." Bellamy assured me grabbing my hand. "So, be careful where you step." He chuckles.

"Ha. Funny." I chuckle along with him.

"But what we really need is a thousand more of her tin can bombs so I can roll them into their village and blow those grounders to hell." Bellamy curses.

"Ar-"

"That's what they want to do to us, Sunshine." Bellamy reasons.

"You didn't have to be so vulgar." I explain continuing to walk. "But I can't believe that we survived nearly one hundred years just to slaughter each other when we came back down." I scoff looking into the distance. Green was always my favorite color. It made me think of earth.

"Anything from the Ark?" Bellamy asks cutting the silence.

"Uhm." I cough. "Uh- no. Radio silence." I answer shaking my head.

"Finally ran out of air." Bellamy states, saying what I didn't have the guts to say myself.

"Maybe Abby was lucky." I whisper in case Clarke's around. "Being on the Exodus ship." I add. "At least it was quick. But no ones coming down to save us." I say shakily.

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"Let's get this party smoking." Deal hypes up as he walks into the smokehouse as he adds more wood to the fire.

"You don't want the fire too big. So maybe just try to knock it down with some wet leaves." Octavia explains, in a very kind attitude-free voice.

"You get that from your boyfriend, Grounder Pounder?" Del asks her.

"She's right." Murphy adds annoyed. "A hot fires not going to preserve the meat as well."

"Can't take the heat? Get out of the smokehouse." Del states. "You should be kissing our asses for letting you back in this camp." Del spits before walking out of the smokehouse passing me.

"Hey Del." I call out making him turn around as I bite my lip a little.

"What's up Elli?" He asks changing his voice completely.

"You wanna take a break?" I ask cocking my head to the side and looking over behind the drop ship.

"Yeah sure. Let's go." Del suggests walking that way following behind me as I smirk.

Once we get behind the drop ship he starts taking his jacket off. "No you perv." I say smashing him against the wall. "Don't you ever talk to Octavia like that ever again." I say choking him. "And it's not your ass Mur- he should be kissing, Jackass. It's mine. And if I say he can stay in camp he can. Got it?" I explain roughly. Though he can't speak because I'm cutting off his throat he musters a wheeze and a nod of his head before I let him go. "Oh and just a little tip, I'm with Bellamy so don't get your hopes up. Get back to work, Asshat." I say pushing him aside before walking back to the smoke house.