Princess ♕ Flarke ❶ {Wattys2015}

Chapter 17: Finn

Chapter 17: Finn

"Murphy looked super pissed!" Octavia says. "And he had, like, carrot in his hair."

"I threw up on him," I say. "He tried to strangle me with some rope, but Clarke saved me."

I put my arm round Clarke's waist and she leans her head on my shoulder. "Yeah, falling down a trapdoor is the way to save people."

"Wait, Murphy tried to kill you?" Jasper asks. "Isn't that, like, the fifth person now? We need to do something about it."

"We said we would banish him," I remember. "Can't we just do that?"

"Or kill him so he can't come back," Clarke suggests.

"What fun!" Octavia says sarcastically, waving her hands in the air. "Let's organise an anti-grounder ritual while we're at it!"

"Clarke has a point," Jasper says. "Killing him would be keeping the majority of us alive."

"Finn! Clarke! Your shift starts now," Bellamy shouts from by our house. It's almost finished now, all we need to do is secure it and paint it. The inside doesn't need to be painted because it's got deer skin covering the walls for warmth. We walk over together.

"How will we make furniture for the inside?" Clarke asks me.

"We'll collect some wood and materials," I say. "We can make it perfect."

"Yeah. But where will we sleep?"

"In each other's arms."

"Where will we really sleep?"

"In a bed? I thought you were cleverer than this, Clarke."

Monty walks over to us with a bucket in his hands. I peer my head over and see that it's full of blue paint. He hands us both a brush each.

"Time to start," he says.

I turn around to face our house. It will look so good painted blue, and even better with me and Clarke in it.

I dip my brush in the paint and drag it across the wall and so does Clarke. It feels good to do this, it feels good to relax and do something peaceful.

With every stroke of the paintbrush I think about how much Earth will have changed. Just a few dozen teenagers are doing actual work, whereas decades ago we wouldn't have wanted to do it. But now we're more determined not to give up, and I certainly won't until we're all safe, especially Clarke. I'll protect her with my life.

"I finished my two sides!" Clarke shouts. "How about you?"

"I'm done as well." I paint the last streak and stand back to admire it. I walk round and find Clarke. She's lying on her back by the front of the house, smiling at the sky. I grab her paintbrush and paint a streak across her face. Her smile turns into a grimace as she slowly stands up and looks at me.

"So is this how it is?" She asks menacingly. "It's on!" Clarke picks up the bucket of paint swiftly and I run. She chases me with a paint-covered hand, taunting me. "Just wait until I catch you!"

I run past the people staring at us, probably because we're acting like 3-year-olds. I feel something cold on my hair and back and I hear a splash. I turn on my heel to see Clarke smirking and holding an empty bucket.

"I'm gonna get you for that!" I run towards her and she screams playfully. Fortunately for me I can run faster than her so I swoop her off my feet and into my arms, twirling her round and round. When I stop I take a bit of paint from my back and touch the tip of her nose with it. "We're equal now."

"I lo-"

A huge bucket of water pours down on our heads, stopping Clarke mid-sentence. I look up and see Barnes staring at us.

"That's the second time you've cut me off from saying "I love you", now," Clarke says. "Were they both intentional?"

"Yep."

She starts shivering and so do I. I carry her into one of the tents and find a blanket to wrap her it. I pick her up again and carry her into our house; since there isn't any furniture I lie her on the ground.

"Have you got any spare clothes with you?" I ask.

"I-in that-t box." She points to a crate on the other side of the room stacked with clean clothes. I walk over and grab a shirt and some pants and hand them to her. "Can y-you turn around?"

"Sure. I'll get changed, too." I get some stuff for myself and take my shirt off. I slip on the clean one and take off my pants and put on the dry ones. "I'm done." I turn around just as Clarke pulls her shirt over her head.

"I was gonna tell you when I was done." She walks towards me. I pull her into my arms and kiss her lips softly. "I'm ready."

"For what?"

"For our future."

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