The 100 fanfiction

Chapter 6

Octavia has always loved parties. Surrounded by other people who have decided to let their worries float away with the music, she feels free. Thrills of being blanketed by darkness and dancing fill the air. Everyone wants to have a night without responsibilities. It doesn't matter if you know the people you talk to, as long as they make you laugh and enjoy yourself it. Except for tonight, she wasn't. Watching Raven and Murphy swaying rhythmically together Octavia wishes she could pull herself together and find the nearest Jock to flirt with like she used to. But she can't, all she can do is stand still avoiding Ravens guilty eye contact by tipping her bottle upwards, not caring that Bellamy will yell at her. Soon the song is over, and Raven is walking towards Octavia as Murphy joins Jasper and Monty on the makeshift dance floor. "Hey, are we good?" Asks Raven. Octavia nods, but Raven knows her facial expressions too well. They step outside the circle of people crowding to center the action.

"Do you like Murphy?" Asks Octavia.

"No."

"It's fine if you do just wondering."

"I-" Raven's sentence is interrupted when she trips falling forward into Octavia who catches her.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah just tripped over a rock," mumbles Raven. Octavia glances down at the ground where Raven stands.

"What rock?"

"The one right there." slurs Raven pointing to a rock 10 ft from where they stand.

"Umm...Raven how much punch have you had?" Questions Octavia lifting Ravens face level to hers.

"Only a couple," says, Raven. Octavia sighs trying not to think about why Raven would be drinking when she normally refused to even taste a sip of an alcoholic beverage due to her mother's fate. Octavia guides Raven inside her brother's Jeep, the only quiet place nearby. Setting her down in the passenger's seat, Octavia sits on the drivers. Raven's eyes close, and her breathing evens as she reclines the seat backward. Just as Octavia is about to go back outside Raven's head lifts. "O?"

"Yeah?" Raven turns to face Octavia, as a strand of her brunette hair falls out of her ponytail.

"I am sorry about what my parents said, I know it upset you." Octavia's mouth stays pressed in a thin line refusing to answer. Raven continues."You were right, about them being homophobic, I just don't want to lose them, even though I hate them, they're all the family I've got."

"Why would you lose them?" Asks Octavia, signs of confusion painted over her face. Octavia closes the car door and turns her body towards Raven, expecting to have a conversation on dealing with fighting parents. Except that does not happen. Raven resumes talking.

"Because..." she struggles for words but soon realizes there are none needed. Placing a hand tentatively on Octavia's leather Jacket she leans inwards, and before she loses her courage, Raven kisses her. Octavia's heart expands as she finally has a moment with Raven, but upon realizing the circumstances, she pulls away.

"Raven...you're drunk and don't know what you're doing."

"Not true."

"We really need to have this conversation when you can walk in a straight line."

Raven giggles " I don't think I can ever walk in a straight line." Octavia rolls her eyes

"That wasn't you best Reyes."

"Hater" mumbles Raven. Octavia smiles. "Do you ever wish you could just run away... from everything to a place where everyone doesn't hate you....including yourself." Asks Raven.

"Are you OK?" demands Octavia with concerned eyes. Raven doesn't answer. Maybe she didn't hear her? Before she can ask again, she notices Raven is sitting in an upwards position with her head is bent over tears silently streaming down her face. Raven, a normally tough indestructible person, was crying. Octavia takes her hand and squeezes it. "Hey, talk to me,"Raven responds with heavier crying. Octavia wraps her arms around Raven and lays back against the reclined seat as Raven buries her head into Octavia's shoulder. They lay pressed together in the car until Raven sleeps, and after that Octavia still stays there as the party thrives around her. Although Octavia desperately needs answers to all of the events that occurred before Raven fell asleep there is nothing she can do until Raven's intoxicated body stabilizes back to normal. Something was very wrong but despite all of the stress that follows Raven close behind her heels Octavia won't leave, because that's what friends do.

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Kissing Bellamy is something Clarke thinks she could get used to. Something Clarke doesn't think she can get used to is parties. Loud, obnoxious, and stressful, the only thing keeping her from going home to sleep is Bellamy. Now, after many dance-offs and yelling to communicate, Bellamy and Clarke are now curled up together on the window lounge located on the second floor of Jasper's huge Victorian house. From their perch on the window seat, the party is just a mix of dotted lights and faint music. Clarke feels safe with Bellamy lying behind her running his hands through her hair. "Ugh, this makes no sense, I swear I am doing this right." Bellamy groans trying to undo the knot in Clarke's hair that was meant to be a braid.

"You do know that braiding doesn't involve any twisting or knotting of my hair, right?"

"Why are you so mean?"

"I am just giving you constructive criticism."

"Constructive? Or just criticism?"

"Shut up" laughs Clarke.

"Try and make me." taunts Bellamy wiggling his eyebrows.

"That was cringy," says Clarke with a giggle, but nevertheless she swivels her head around and kisses Bellamy silencing his words. They sit up as Bellamy presses Clarke's back into the wall and places his hand on her back where the black dress scoops down revealing her bare skin. Clarke lifts Bellamy's shirt over his head letting her hands explore the unmapped terrain. In a swift motion Bellamy lifts Clarke off the floor and within a few steps sets her on the Jordan's guest bed all the while never breaking their kiss.

"What if someone comes in?" Clarke whispers though kisses.

"The doors closed and everyone's outside."

"Well in that case." Says Clarke lifting the black dress over her head flinging it onto the ground "we'll be fine." Bellamy smiles as they fall back onto the light blue down comforter. As soon as Clarke's head hits the pillow, she feels a cold item clash with her head. "Ow."

"What is it?" asks Bellamy. Clarke's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she searches her mind for what it could be. In a swift motion, she pulls the blanket back to reveal the object. Her hand freezes in mid-air, as she gasps Bellamy's eyes widen. Resting against the pastel flower bed sheets is a black metal handgun, already loaded.

Hello! I am sorry I haven't posted in forever, I have been super busy with school and sports. I don't have any plan whatsoever for this story so I think I am going to take a break for now. This doesn't mean I am ditching it I just want to work on another story I am writing. Sorry to leave everyone on a cliffhanger!🙃Thank you to everyone that read, stared, or commented on this story! Bye for now!

-zara_violet123