An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Camp Arkadia

John threw his arm around Clarke's shoulders, messing with her tassel to annoy her.

"Did you hear from Arkadia Camp this year?" He asked her. "It's our last summer together, tell me you accepted the job."

"Yes," she chuckled. "We swore we would do it one more time, didn't we?"

Bellamy jogged over, a grin on his stupid face, looking gorgeous as always. "John!" He said, bumping fists with him. "What's going on?"

"Clarke and I were just saying we were giving camp one last go this year. You in?"

Bellamy shrugged. "One more year saving kids in a pool? Yeah, man. I'm surprised Princess is still doing it. I heard the air went out in the snack shed last summer."

Clarke rolled her eyes. "It did, I made it anyways. Go annoy someone else, John and I have plans."

Bellamy blinked, something crossing his face but he recovered. "Plans?"

"Clarke's coming to change the oil in my car, if I'm being honest," John laughed.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. "Okay, I'll see both of you bright and early Monday morning," he winked at Clarke before jogging off, the gown somehow looking good on him.

*****

Clarke wiped her forehead, pushing back a few stray hairs that had fallen from her bun. John was in front of the small air unit, sweat on his shirt.

Clarke locked the small metal box containing all of the money, clipping the inventory list on her clip board.

"Come on, John. We get lunch now, all of the kids are down at the lake." Clarke followed John outside, locking down the snack shed.

Using the employee entrance, they walked through the kitchen, waving hello to the cook. He was a quiet man, but very friendly.

"Hey," Gina waved, wiping down the huge cafeteria like tables. "Ready for lunch?"

"We'll make ours, thank you, though," Clarke called. She didn't mesh with Gina very well.

She and John made their plates, sitting back in the kitchen and drinking tall glasses of ice cold tea. Bellamy walked in, his sleeveless shirt showing evidence of his sweat as well. He wordlessly made his plate and sat down across from Clarke.

"How's the snack shed?" He casually asked.

"Good," John answered. "But, hot because most of the kids buy to be things at once and I have to stop what I'm doing and help them to their tables. One of the group leaders is smoking, though," he chuckled.

"Hey, don't insult your girlfriend," Bellamy said. "She's smoking too," he winked at Clarke.

She shook her head, trying not to seem affected. "Oh, hush. Speaking of girlfriends.." Clarke mumbled under her breath.

Gina had made herself a plate and hurried to sit down next to Bellamy. "Hey, guys. Wow, you're sweating so much, Bell!" She giggled. "Too bad you can't swim, too, to cool down."

John nudged Clarke with his leg, speaking without words. They were all annoyed by Gina, but Bellamy was so cocky he sucked in any attention he could get. They did swim every summer together, once the day was over and their jobs were done. But, Gina didn't live at the camp with them, always going home everyday so she didn't know. And Clarke sure as hell wasn't going to invite her to stay.

Clarke finished her food, rinsing off her stuff before loading onto a tray for the industrial dishwasher. She washed John's too, looking over at Bellamy as he tried to shovel his food into his mouth quicker.