On Purpose

Chapter 12

THIRD PERSON

The two of them sleeping in the same bed quickly became an everyday thing. They both felt safe in the other's presence, yet none of them questioned what it meant. 

Bellamy was confused when he woke up in the middle of the night, only to find that Clarke was not beside him. He pushed himself up to sit with his elbows, looking confused around the room. He picked a shirt up from the floor and pulled it over his head before walking out into the night. 

The only people to see at the camp were the guards, and Bellamy felt himself becoming nervous. Were could Clarke have gone? Why would she even leave the tent?

He made the guards let him out, and he now worriedly searched around close to Arkadia. He sighed with relief when he saw her silhouette. She was sitting on a big stone, with her back facing him. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he walked up to her.

She glanced at him for a second before turning her eyes up towards the stars again. "Just thinking." She answered shortly. 

"Want to talk about it?" Bellamy sat down beside her, observing her as she was observing the night sky. 

Clarke bit the insides of her cheeks like she wanted to speak but was not sure how to. 

After a moment of silence, she spoke. "My nightmares are getting worse. I don't know why it's just like sometimes they're not that bad and then in some periods I barely sleep."

Neither of them speaks, and Clarke keeps her eyes on the stars as she lays down on the rock. Bellamy lays down beside her. "I can't deal with the nightmares- I just can't. So now I'm laying here, alone with my thoughts."

She sighs, and Bellamy doesn't hesitate. "You don't have to be alone."

That makes her look at him for real for the first time since he walked up to her. His gaze lands on her too, and none of them speaks. 

Neither of them seems to be able to look away from the other. Clarke snapped out of it and sat up again to prevent her from looking back at Bellamy in an instant. She wanted to move her eyes to his freckle covered face, but something stopped her. 

Bellamy sat up too as he observed how Clarke's blond hair swayed in the wind. 

"I mean it, Clarke. Whatever you're dealing with I will listen, okay?"

Before Clarke realized it she was looking into Bellamy's eyes again. The shades of brown were barely visible in the moonlight, and it made his eyes look much darker. 

Bellamy was there for her, and he was her best friend. 

But friends don't look at each other like that.

Bellamy smiled reassuringly to Clarke as he tugged a piece of her hair behind her ear. Clarke's heart fluttered as his fingertips touched her skin. She gave him a weak smile and looked back up at the stars again. 

"Don't you think I'd be for the best if we went back to sleep?" Bellamy asked, his voice cutting through the silence. 

"Just a few more minutes," Clarke answered, her eyes fixated on the sky. She wasn't sure if she was keeping her eyes at the stars because they were simply mesmerizing or because she kind of feared what would happen if she looked at Bellamy again. 

Bellamy woke up the next morning to the sight of Clarke getting up from his bed. He had slept surprisingly well, despite the few hours of sleep he missed. He wasn't sure about how much sleep Clarke had gotten, he didn't know how long she had been awake before he had found her outside Arkadia. He didn't think it had been long, because he had woken up because he could somehow feel that she was not beside him.

Bellamy got up from the bed too, and Clarke smiled at him before leaving the tent as usual. They never left at the same time, and Clarke was almost always the first to leave. They didn't want people thinking the wrong thoughts, even though everyone at that point probably knew about Clarke sleeping in Bellamy's tent. 

She was a storm of chaos, yet he seemed to find beauty in that chaos. 

//AUTHOR'S NOTE//

Okay, well... It took me a surprisingly long time to write this. Maybe it was just because I wasn't sure what should happen in this chapter, but here you have it. I hope it's cute enough... or something.