Fetish - Bellamy Blake [discontinued rn]

three

   BELLAMY STOOD JUST above Allison, watching her jump around on the place they could soon call home. His lips curved upward into a small smile as he took of the guards uniform with hatred and grabbed on some clothes from the two people that died from Wells. Anyone could see that he never wanted to put it on in the first place.

   Allison walked over to the drop-ship which made Bellamy raise up and follow her. The blonde grabbed two pieces of metal, tearing it off to make a makeshift knife. She handed one to Bellamy. "Take it. Even though you have a gun." She nodded to his pants. He smirked and raised his shirt up to show her but intentionally showed his toned abs. Allison could of sworn her breath quickened at the sight.

   She forcefully pealed her eyes away and her feet took her toward the parachute, cutting a large portion of it. "We're going to make tents and a fire. Get everyone to start gathering wood and some delinquents make knives, Bellamy." She said, not daring to look at the boy. I guess he knew what she had said due to his loud voice booming throughout the forest.

   She was kinda surprised he listened to her. Duly noted.

   She took some of the pipes from the ship and walked over to a open spot which Bellamy secretly followed with his supplies. The boy was going to set up right beside her because of how much she intrigued him. There was something about her that he could not figure out. Something bringing him to willingly talk to her and show the side he used to always show until his mother was floated since she had two children.

   "Maybe we could make a wall around the camp when the others get back." Bellamy suggests, throwing his stuff onto the ground beside Allison. She smiles toward him and nods her head in response. Allison had no idea how to make a tent but she was daring to try her best. Bellamy watched in amusement against a tree.

  Footsteps came behind the two. "You were never really a member of the guard, are you?" Murphy asked from behind. Bellamy sighed and looked at the boy. "No." He answers. "The real guard will be here soon, unless we stop it."

   Allison rose up from building her tent, standing beside the boy. Bellamy voices raises so everyone could hear him. "You don't actually think they are going to forgive your crimes." He was ready to put his plan in to motion and Allison could already see how mad Clarke would be over this. "Even if they did, then what? Guys like us, we're going to become model citizens now. Get jobs.. if we're lucky, pick up their trash?"

   An anxious boy yelled out, "you got a point?"

  "No. I got a question." Bellamy smirked at how some people were flooding around them. "They locked you up, dumped you down here like lab rats to die. So why are you helping them?"

   Murphy puffed and took a step closer to Allison and Bellamy. "Like hell we are!" He yelled as cheers followed behind him.

    Allison smiled, wanting to join in the rant. She wanted to show how much she expressed her feelings toward how The Ark just wants us to die and see if they can live down here. "Your wearing those bracelets, aren't you? Right now those things are telling them whether or not its safe to follow us down here." Allison spoke loud, her voice echoes. Many girls in the crowd smiled at her bravery.

    Bellamy smiled down at her. "Take them off. The Ark will think your dead, that its not safe to follow."

   "Well, what's in it for us?"

    Bellamy's lips tug upwards into a smirk as he looked at the group of delinquents before him. "Someone's gotta help us run things."

    Allison furrowed her eyebrows as she looks up to the boy as everyone dispersed from them, doing as she asked earlier. He smirked at everyone and looked down to her. She was confused on why he said us when he had been doing most of the things and would be a better leader than Allison in her mind. She only assumed that he knew why she was confused since he chuckled softly. "Your gonna help me. Your known around here and most of the girls will follow you. Now, fix your tent as I do mine and we'll get this wristbands off."

    Allison had finally fixed her tent up with a mat from some of the seats in the drop ship. She also grabbed a seat belt and made a backpack for herself. It was no secret the girl was resourceful with what she had in her hands. Allison still was amazed on how Bellamy was being so nice to her and how they actually landed on Earth fine and safe.

   There were yells coming from outside. She quickly got up with the bag on her shoulders and saw they were making the fire nice and steady. Allison saw Clarke and the other were back and she was not happy about seeing wristbands on the ground beside the fire. She was always uptight about how she was sent to the ground and she wants to rest of The Ark down to Earth.

  "Chill, goldilocks. If they want to take off their wristbands, let them. It's their choice." Allison interjects her rant on how they need the wristbands. Clarke looked at her as if she seen a ghost. This was not the Allison she thought she knew. Clarke's eye scanned down her wrist to see no wristband.

   She shook her head. "We didn't get the supplies. We were attacked." Clarke explained as Octavia limped over to Bellamy. His eyebrows furrowed at her words. "By what? And where is goggles boy?"

  "Not by what. Who."

Look at my two beans getting along!

Bellamy at my choice of words:

Allison at my choice of words:

Kinda excited for the next part. Bellamy is going to show his.. more asshole side to Allison. How will she take it?

I don't know. Find out tomorrow!