Something You Fight For

Episode: 7

Bellamy sat, eyes fixed on his house phone.

'Why is this so damn hard to do.?'

The thought rattled through his brain as he tried to muster up the courage to call Clarke.
He hadn't stopped thinking about her since she left the other day, memories from when they were children slipping their way back into his head as if they were yesterday.
But why now, why can't he stop thinking of her..

He let out a sigh, picking up the phone and dialling her number, after a few short rings Clarke's voice shot throug the phone.
.
"Hello?" She hummed as Bellamy now seemed a loss for words. He had always been confident around girls, and had been somewhat of a ladies man.

"Hello?" Clarke repeated, Bellamy realising he had been sitting there silently for a few seconds.

"Hey." He couldn't help but smile, "uh, its me, Bellamy?" He began, slowly. "From the other night."

"Oh, I remember you" Clarke called, smiling wildly on the other line.
"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I uh.. I just wanted to know if you maybe wanted to hang out for a bit today?"

After a few seconds, leaving Bellamy stressing, Clarke responded. "I'd love to, my mom can bring me over in an hour, is that okay?"

"That's perfect", his grin grew and he perked up. "I'll see you then" it was as if that triggered something in his brain.
Although he didn't have much in his room, he felt compelled to pick up and put away the various shirts and pants that littered the floor.
Apparently he was causing a ruckus, drawing the attention of his beloved little sister.

"Oh my god, who is she?" Octavia perked up with visible excitement.

"What. Whose who?" Bellamy huffed as he turned to face Octavia, standing in her door.

"You're cleaning your room. You never clean" smiled Octavia.

"So? I just thought.." he huffed, trying to think of a lie but instead just turned, smiling back at his sister wildly.
"No one, she's just a friend."

"Ah, I knew it!" Squeaked Octavia. "Do I know her? Is she coming over?"

"Calm down, yes she is, but it's not what you think."

"I can see the wedding now!" She called as Bellamy laughed and shooed her away, his cheeks glowing red as he shook his head.

Why was this girl effecting him this way, Octavia was right, he never cleaned..
Even for Ash, his girlfriend of six years. He just never seems to cared, but with Clarke..
It was as if the two shared an unspoken moment in which she left a mark on him.

Bellamy shook his head, brows lowering as he thought to himself.
'She's just a girl, nothing special...' and yet he went off and had a shower

-

"Hey Clarke, I'm sorry Finn isn't here today.." Kallie called, grabbing Bellamy's attention as he was drying his hair.

'She's here'
He darted over to his bed, grabbing his grey shirt and pulling it over him as he made his way out to the foyer.
"Actually.. I'm here to see Bellamy.." Clarke called softly, Bellamy rushing down the stairs and his eyes fixing with hers the moment he saw her.

"Hey" he hummed.

"Hi" Clarke replied, a slight smile on her face as Kallie turned to Bellamy, his eyes still fixed on hers.

"Okay.." Kallie called, stepping back from the two. "You two have fun"

"Clarke, uh, want to come up to my room?" Bellamy asked, gesturing; upwards.

"Yeah, sure." She nodded, following him upstairs.

"It's uh, it's not much" Bellamy shrugged, opening the door and letting her into his room. "I mean, I'm not really here often, with college and all."

"That's fine." Clarke smiled as she walked around his room. "Is this guitar yours, do you play.?" She asked.

"I do." Bellamy shook his head, "my.. my friends and I were in a band for a few years." He huffed, visually disappointed but with a happy smile on his lips.

"Really? Can you play something?" Clarke asked nervous, yet excited.

"Sure." Bellamy shrugged, willing to try and impress this girl. Clarke sat on his bed, smiling as he lifted the guitar in his arms.
Thinking of a song to play, he lands on the easiest one he knows which is also very cheesy.
He lets out a small sigh, strumming the strings and letting of a beautiful melody of that of Wonderwall.
Although he didn't sing, Clarke watched absolutely mesmerised.
His fingers effortlessly danced across the instrument, flawlessly playing as his eyes gently closed.

"That's beautiful." Clarke hummed as Bellamy strummed his last note. "Really? Most girls aren't impressed by it." Bellamy shrugs, putting the guitar down.

"Were you trying to impress my Bellamy Blake?" Clarke cooed, her smile widening as Bellamy suddenly looked away.

"Maybe." His eyes shied away. "Why, was it working?"

"A bit." Clarke hummed, her head tilting as if to see his reaction.

"Well then, I guess it isn't in vain, then" Bellamy called, reclining back on his bed, leaning on his elbows as he stared at the roof.

Clarke's brow raised as she mimicked him, but laying on her back with her hands gently together on her chest.
"What?"

"What, What?" Bellamy replied, gently glancing in her direction.

"What are you thinking about?" Clarke softly asked, her eyes staring at the little grey dots on his ceiling.

"I.. I don't know." His eyebrow furrowed as his heart began to pick up pace. Clarke's arm was against his, her chest slowly rising and falling as she closed her eyes.
Bellamy looked over to her, a sense of calm washing over his body as he couldn't help but think about hers. She was, in his eyes, perfection.
But, the memory of his friends crashed into him, he had to fight back the urge to kiss her for the fear that she would leave him after.
She didn't seem like the kind to do that, but he wanted to be certain before pulling anything.

-

Minutes flew by and Clarke had fallen asleep beside Bellamy, he was so fixed on looking at her that he barely realised until she turned onto her side, facing him.

"Clarke?" He asked gently, but to no response. His eyebrows raised as he looked her up and down, so peaceful.
He gently brushed her hair out of her face, when he was struck by her.
It was impossible for him to be around her without wanting to kiss her.

He quickly pulled himself together, getting out of bed and watching her stir. He looked away, fighting his feelings as he gently stepped back over to her, he grabbed his blanket and pulled it over her, watching her lips gently smile as he walked out of the room.