CLARKE:
"Clarke!"
"Octavia!"
Clarke had been looking forward to this sleepover all week. She really needed a break from school, and homework.. and Wells. And who else would she go to than her best friend: Octavia Blake.
As the girls made their way upstairs to O's bedroom, they could hear the boys shouting at the football. Bellamy was octavia's older brother. He was the man of the house because their dad had left when they were both young.
"Jesus Clarke, what have you got in here" O said attempting to lift Clarke's suitcase, "it's only two days."
The pair had decided to start planning octavia's birthday party. It was a month away but it was going to be special. Perfect even.
"Bell!"
"What!" replied Bellamy
"A little help here. Clarke's moving in," she teased with a smile.
He suddenly appeared in the door way. Leaning against it, he smirked. "Hey, princess,"
I really hoped that he didn't see me blush. Oh no, not again. These feelings have to stop. I can't be attracted too Bellamy. It's a crush. That's all it is, I hope.
Once Bellamy had took my case upstairs and made his way back down we both sat down on the bed and O stared at me strangely. Then she started grinning.
"What?" I say.
"Bellamy might not of noticed, but I did. You like him."
"Maybe just a bit."
"Yay!" O squealed.
"But it could never work."
"Why not?"
"Because, it just wouldn't." But oh, how I so wanted to be wrong.
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[a few hours later]
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BELLAMY:
"Pizzas here!" I shout upstairs. Then I hear the rumble of feet on the stairs. Then the girls appear in their pyjamas. Octavia must of convinced Clarke to let her do her nails. Because I know for a fact Clarke doesn't like that sort of thing. Her hair is also in a messy bun. It makes her look so beautiful. What? No. It's Clarke. She's O's best friend.
We both go to go through the door,
"After you" she says.
"No please, ladies first"
She looks down timidly. Okay. Maybe she looks kind of cute. But it could never work.
OCTAVIA:
We all sit quietly in the small sitting room. Me in the armchair and Bell, Finn, and Clarke on the small sofa. Clarke was in the middle and a bit squished, the sofa was only supposed to seat 2. I can tell she's nervous. I don't know what of but she is.
"Bell, me and Clarke are going to go upstairs. Leave you two to watch the game."
As usual he just ignored me but I knew that he heard. I pulled Clarke up and rushed as fast as I could.
"Woah O, slow down."
"I can't, we have to make a plan!" I say.
"A plan for what?"
"Can't you see? He likes you! This is perfect!"
I'm not sure what else to write so could I have some ideas please?
