Mamihlapinatapai -Bellarke Fanfic

Chapter Five

They came to a square room. Where the only things that filled it were a small book case, a small bed and a table and two chairs.

Something was sitting on the table. Bellamy moved to the side so she could pass. She immediately made her way to table. Bellamy smiled knowing that's exactly what she'd do.

Her hand traced along the outside of the brief case looking box. Her fingers were drawn to the little metal latches that were sealing it. They lightly pulled up in the metal latch earning a little clicking sound.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of the contents in the box. A small smile creeping onto her face. Bellamy just observed her with pleasure knowing that somehow he made her smile. He made her smile when she was hurting. He felt some kind of pride in that.

"It's all yours." He said and sat down on the bed. "Bellamy, did you just find these here?" She asked looking at him and smiling. He couldn't help but smile back. She then slowly began taking out each art supply. First the box of pencils, second the colored ones, the sharpener, then finally the notepad that was at the bottom of the case.

She then pulled out a chair gently sitting on it. She carefully removed a pencil so delicately out of the box as if she would break it in two. And Bellamy enjoyed watching. But soon his eye lids were so heavy.

Heavy was an understatement. Bellamy hadn't slept more than 4 hours in the past 2 days. The stress not helping in away. Clarke soon noticed this. "Bellamy, you should sleep." He just shook his head. "I gotta make sure you-." He was cut off by a yawn that escaped his mouth.

"Dammit." he said scolding himself. Clarke just gave a soft chuckle while looking down at her paper. His eyes grew wide. And he smiled. She laughed. She just laughed. Then his smile faded.

The realization just hit him like a bus. He had just made her laugh. He out of all people just made her happy. Even if she was laughing at him. He'd pay to hear it again. This feeling he felt in his chest was weird and strange.

He hadn't ever felt it before. And he only felt it when he was with Clarke. Even if he just thought of her, he would feel it. "Bellamy. Sleep." She commanded. Knowing that he was defeated and really should sleep he decided he would.

He bent over and unlaced his worn combat boots. He then slid them off and through them to the side. He then took off his black jacket throwing it by his boots. Then he took off his shirt and let it land on the end of the bed.