Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter thirty

The dirty blonde medic exited the kitchen, laughing as she looked around the room before joining Maya and Keenan. "What's so funny?" The messy-haired brunette asked.

Hazel only smiled and shook her head before grabbing a plate and walking toward the buffet. She avoided the harsh glares from Teresa and instead joined Dante by the pastry table, "Hello, Mr. President."

"How are you, dear?"

The twenty year-old continued engaging in small conversation with the old man before catching sight of her favorite old friend. "Excuse me, sir. There's someone I'd like to say hello to."

Dante Wallace nodded with a small smile of his own, keeping the expression as he watched the dirty blonde make her way over to one of the newest residents.

"Nathaniel!" She called in a posh voice as she linked her arm with her friend's. The dirty blonde gushed about how 'dapper' the male looked in his light-colored, buttoned up shirt while he tried regaining a normal breathing pattern. Miller had not been called by his first name since he last talked to his father through the video camera at the hundred's original camp. "Please, please, please tell me you're sitting next to me at brek."

"Brek?"

The dirty blonde grinned before obnoxiously nodding. Seeing her old friend had instantly brightened her mood that had been less than enthusiastic ten minutes prior. "Yeah, brek as in breakfast—duh."

Miller's lips twitched upwards as he tried restraining a smile. He nodded along as she kept talking, watching her in awe because he was still having a hard time processing that she were there. Hazel was alive. It was quite the adjustment, having thought she was dead to having her stand in front of him just then. Miller never thought he would see his best friend again—or even talk to her, for that matter. But here she was, looking even more alive than she had since before she went missing. Mount Weather seemed to have changed her, and although he had no proof, he was not sure if it was for the better. She seemed much more. . . naive.

"So?" She pushed, slightly bumping into her friend's shoulder as they continued through the line of delectable pastries and treats.

The male raised an eyebrow, beckoning Hazel to continue. "Are you gonna sit with me, or what?"

"Of course," came his instant reply.

An entirely new and happier smile broke out on Hazel's shiny lips. She let out an ecstatic squeal before taking off toward Keenan and Maya, pulling her friend after her. They moved passed different groups of citizens ranging in various ages and weaved their way through tables.

The two of them sat down and the medic quickly reintroduced Miller to the two females, who seemed to abruptly end their conversation at the same time. Hazel then raised her eyebrows before asking, "Are we interrupting something here?"

Keenan paled—if even possible considering her skin was almost translucent anyways—and looked to the dark-haired teenager for help. The two citizens of Mount Weather were silent, both trying to think if an excuse as to why they stopped talking when the others arrived. Maya cleared her throat before answering, "Nothing to worry about."

By that point, Hazel's interest was peaked while Miller minded his own business and stuffed strawberry-covered pancakes through his mouth. Even though Clarke was hesitant in accepting the hospitality of Mount Weather and had warned the others to be careful, the male still shoved the food into his mouth. They had never had such delicious meals on the Ark, or at camp. Miller was going to make the most of his stay at the radiation-free center.