Romeo and Juliet

Chapter Twenty-One

"Bellamy, what is this?" Clarke asked as Bellamy screwed open a part of the wall, revealing a small room with one of the walls being fabricated entirely from glass. "Oh my- Blake, you've done well." It had been a day since her father's floating, and somehow: Bellamy had convinced her to follow him, the tear stains still on her eyes.

"You like it?" He asked, sitting on a blanket that he had laid by the window. Clarke still was reserved, an oversized hoodie and shorts dressed on her. Her hair was messy, tied back in a small braid, but stray hairs danced all over her head. In the glass was a beautiful, terrifying view of the planet beneath them. Stars dusted the atmosphere beautifully, and Clarke sat beside him, speechless.

Bellamy's face looked like a child awaiting a present on Christmas. Clarke laughed slightly, her heart suddenly pumping faster at his adorable, juvenile smile. "I love it, Bellamy."

The light sprinkle of freckles sprayed across his face wrinkled as he smiled, failing to hide his joy. "Cool, cool."

"It's so pretty... doesn't look very dangerous." Clarke whispered. "So beautiful..." She murmured again, quickly taking a book -her sketchbook- from the bag lying around her shoulders along with a pencil. In a matter of seconds, she was off, sketching the majestic planet.

"It is." He nodded, studying Clarke from the corner of his eye. She proudly displayed her work after three minutes of nothing but the sound of her pencil torturing the paper beneath it. "It looks like a photograph, a princess. You should be an artist, you could sell your work in the market."

"I would love that, but... my mother would never allow it." She closed her sketchbook, her heart racing as a ripped out page threw itself from the book, landing in Bellamy's hands. She could hear his breath hitch as she raced to place the book in her bag. She remained silent.

"These are good, Clarke." He answered, his expression careful and pitiful. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, handing the drawing of her father back to the girl, an uncomfortable silence spreading across them. "Your father was a good man: even to the end."

Clarke smiled for a moment, and looked to Bellamy, her eyes shining with tears as she buried the drawing back in her bag, remaining silent for a second. "Thank you." Her voice was silent, but he could hear the tragedy in her voice.

"It's funny, the last talk we had before everything... went down..." She breathed for a second, keeping her glazed eyes aimed towards the monolithic planet. "... it was about you. I was..." She took a shaky breath, preparing for his reaction. "... I was trying to tell you how I felt, and he helped me: like always. I was going to tell you yesterday if my dad..." She stopped her body seemingly as still as a corpse.

"Clarke..." He started, a smile beaming in his mind. Holy shit. He thought and looked to Clarke. He almost convinced himself he heard someone outside the crawlspace, but he shook it off as he forced Clarke to look at him.

"I'm sorry, I- I shouldn't have told you... I've made you uncomfortable, haven't I? I'm sorry." She backed away from him, but he caressed her face: once again turning her irises towards his own dark eyes.

"Clarke."

"What? I said-" She was cut off as Bellamy closed the distance between them, their lips dancing together in the only thing that seemed normal in Clarke's life at this moment. Bellamy always thought it would be good, but she felt perfect against him, and the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat in his eyes.

It lasted for around a minute of them just kissing, grabbing at each other's hands as Bellamy pushed a strand of Clarke's hair out of her face. "Princess..."

"Bellamy, you've no idea how long I wanted to do that." She smiled against him but was quickly startled when a deafening, muffled announcement was passed over the speakers outside, and with embarrassment spawning in her later, she grabbed Bellamy's hand.

"You okay?" His voice gruff responded when she released his hand and looked back at him. Her face was decorated with a smile, and for a second, she looked truly happy.

"Yeah, just a little jumpy since... anyway..." Clarke's voice was nearly mute, and Bellamy took her hand, looking straight into her sapphire eyes.

"Hey. We're in this together now, problems and all... I'm here for you, Clarke. Just say the word."

"Promise?"

"With my heart."