Royals

4-His Queen

Bellamy P.O.V.

I could tell she was stunned by what I just said, to be honest, I was a little stunned as well, but she did tell me not to call her princess.

"W-What did you c-call me?" she stuttered out.

"You said not to call you princess," I said with my signature smirk, "so I'm calling you 'my queen' instead."

Her face went a strawberry red. I decided to push it a little more.

"I realized you're right. You're not a princess, you're a queen."

Clarke P.O.V.
(Wow, two P.O.V.'s in one chapter. So cool.)

What
The
Hell
Just
HAPPENED?!??

Queen? His queen?

My face was probably hotter than the sun at this point.

Bellamy P.O.V.
(I'm sorry, but girl P.O.V.'s are a lot harder to write than they look.)

Her face was probably hotter than the sun right now.

"Well come on, my queen," I said heading back to 'Camp', as people were calling it, I turned to face her, "We have a long hike awaiting us."

I smiled at her. Not smirked, smiled. The only people I've ever smiled at were Octavia and... well, my mom. I turned around and kept walking. I heard her running up beside me, we walked side by side all the way to the dropship, where she put her map down, grabbed some sort of metal ruler-type thing and a piece of what I'm pretty sure is black chalk or pastel. Wells walked up to us, saw what she was doing and asked,

"That's pretty cool, where'd you learn to do that?"

She gave Wells a knowing glare.

"Your father..." he said quietly.

"You got him floated, didn't you?" I asked glaring at him. Clarke looked from me to him, then back to me.

He nodded and whispered a "Yeah," he had a guilty look on his face, but that didn't stop me from punching it. And by 'it' I mean his face.

I punched his face pretty damn hard in the jaw, and I really wanted to laugh at the taken aback look on his face. I saw Clarke smirk this time, I was usually the one smirking.

"What the hell!" he said as more of a yell than a question.

"Run along princely-boy," I said, somehow smiling and smirking at the same time.

As he walked away Clarke looked at me and asked, "Why did you do that?"

I looked at her, dead serious, and asked. "He got you father floated, right?"

She looked down and quietly answered, "Yeah,"

"Than he deserves it, right?"

She looks up at me, then at Wells, who was about twenty-thirty feet away from us now and holding his jaw. "Yeah," she repeated raising her head and puffing out her chest a bit, looking more confident," he does." She has a confident smile on her face.

Good, I thought, she has a nice smile.

"How are the two of us going to bring enough food for a hundred kids?" she asked.

I turned around, looking for people to take with us. I saw the guy in the goggles and his best friend talking to my sister, they both looked about sixteen or seventeen. I grabbed the two friends by the shoulders and turned them both around. "Boom, now we got four," I said.

"Five." I heard my sister say from behind me.

"No," I said as I turned to look at her. I looked into her eyes and she gave me the 'I'm going whether you like it or not' look. "Ugh," I paused and looked down at her, "fine, but if you get hurt you're never leaving camp again, got it?"

"Ugh, fine." she agreed, glaring at me.

I'm sorry, but it's for your own good.

"What are your names?" I asked the two 'besties'.

"Jasper," said the guy in the goggles.

"Monty," said the, clearly, nerdy one.

Jasper seemed like a pretty cool and fun guy. He had brown hair, too many layers of shirts and jackets and these weird goggles that had no purpose.

Monty seemed fun too, though he seemed smarter, judging by the way he looked at everything and seemed to know what all of it was. His hair was jet black and he had a red leather jacket on. He was also Asian, and there's nothing wrong with that, I'm only saying that because she hasn't actually seen him.

What did I say about the fourth wall Bellamy?

Don't break it.

That's right now let's continue.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned around and saw Finn, the dickhead.

(PAUSE)

A/N

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!!??! I JUST WATCHED THE AVENGERS: ENDGAME TRAILER AND I'M KIND OF HAVING A CRISIS! HELP ME! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! IS STARK OK, IS CAP OK, IS ANT-MAN OK, IS VIS OK, IS LOKI OK, IS WANDA OK, IS QUILL OK, IS PETER OK, AM I OK?

PLEASE HELP! SEND HELP!

(UNPAUSE)

"Hell no," I said, glaring at him.

"I'd like to see you try to stop me." he challenged, with what I was pretty sure was the cockiest smirk ever seen on his face.

"Gladly," I stated, beginning to walk toward him, but I felt an arm go out in front of me.

"As much as I would love to watch you pummel him into the ground, we could use the help, Bell," said Clarke looking into my eyes.

I groaned, throwing my head back and looking at the sky. I looked back at the walking asshole in front of me. "Fine," I glared at him with every fire in my soul, "but no talking. And no flirting either, now let's go."

(Hi guys, I'm going to change the title of this book. I was thinking something like "My Queen." or, "His Queen." please comment for suggestions or I'm probably just gonna make some crappy choice. Oh, and I'm gonna be taking a Christmas break. You guys probably won't see me until 2019. That's all for now, bye guys!

~Bree)