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Clarke Griffin
 Posted: Jun 22 2017, 09:09 PM
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Clarke stared at the wall; a sight that had become so familiar to her this past week. Her hair had long-since come out or the messy bun she had put it in the other day, now sprawled out in a knotted fan around her pillow. Her covers were pulled up to her neck, although it wasn't all that cold in their room, but the act provided an odd sense of comfort. She sniffled involuntarily, swallowing back the dryness of her throat, knowing she should probably drink water but not wanting to put the effort in to move.

Despite willing her body to do so, it wouldn't respond. She felt like there were several-hundred pound weights on her arms and legs and head, pressing her to the bed and making it impossible to lift any part of her body. And she was just so tired, all of the time.... All Clarke wanted to do was sleep. She'd already slept most of the day; letting another two classes pass her by without bothering with her attendance. It was almost dinnertime, but she wasn't hungry. The only good thing about it being the evening was that she could sleep some more without anyone trying to wake her.

Although she really should pack.... Clarke had put it off for the entire week, but she was leaving to go home tomorrow morning for Thanksgiving and she couldn't just not bring any clothes with her.... Maybe if she packed now, she could sleep tomorrow until her mother arrived to pick her up. With that reward in mind, Clarke gathered every ounce of energy she could muster and rolled over, slowly lifting herself from the bed and letting her legs fall over its edge. After a moment of adjusting to keeping herself upright, Clarke slipped off the mattress, slowly dragging her feet over to her closet and pulling out her suitcase.

As she crossed the room with it, her tired eyes grazed over her desk, falling on the top drawer. It had been over a week since she had taken any of her pills.... With the desire only to sleep, Clarke didn't need them to give her energy or focus. But now, maybe a few would give her enough drive to get the packing done at least. Stepping over to her desk, Clarke pulled open the drawer and grabbed the label-less orange pill bottle, carrying it with her to her bed. With strained effort, she lifted the suitcase onto her bed, then popped off the top to the bottle.

A sudden knock at her door broke through the silence and caused her to jump with a quiet gasp of surprise. She quickly pushed the top back on, shoving the bottle under her blanket. Clarke already had her hand on the door by the time she realized she didn't have to answer it. She'd merely walked over out of habit, but if it was Murphy, he had the key, and anyone else she didn't really feel like talking to. She didn't feel like talking to Murphy either but she couldn't really force him to stay out of his own room. Since her hand had already pulled on the handle, Clarke opened the door, eyes squinting at the sudden fluorescent light from the hallway; a sharp contrast from the dimness of her own room. "Bellamy?" she asked in surprise, voice scratchy from not having used it today until now.

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It wasn't like Clarke to miss class. Until this week, she hadn't missed Kane's class even once during the semester, not counting the one lesson she'd practically slept through, but at least she'd been physically in the room. Sure, maybe she was sick, that happened sometimes, but Kane hadn't mentioned anything about hearing from her, and he couldn't imagine Clarke would stay home sick without letting the professor know, and providing a doctor's note. In fact, he couldn't imagine her staying home sick at all. She would be the one to come to class even with a fever, or even if she had to bring a whole box of tissues for her desk.

He supposed there was always the possibly that she'd found herself a boyfriend, and was intentionally skipping class. The thought made him pause outside of her door for a second, reconsidering what he was doing. Checking up on her wasn't in the TA job description, she had better friends than than him, and he wasn't even sure why he cared. Maybe Clarke was finally warming up to college, just being a normal kid who skipped class just because she felt like it, or because the weekend hadn't come soon enough and they decided it was time to get drunk early. Bellamy couldn't convince himself that any of it was true.

There was something about the whole thing that didn't sit right with him; it was why he wouldn't let himself believe any of the excuses he'd tried to make up for her in his head, all of the reasons he'd given himself to leave it and mind his own damned business. Last week, he'd seen the way Clarke's face lit up when Kane talked about today's lesson. She'd asked him three follow-up questions about it, and he'd had to force himself not to stare at the excited grin she'd had on her face at the end of class. Not only had she missed class, but she'd probably missed the class she'd been looking forward to most all semester.

He knocked three times, readjusted the backpack on his shoulder, and waited. When she opened the door, it was completely dark in the room even though it was barely evening, and from the looks of her, she'd just rolled out of bed. Maybe she was sick after all. "Hey," he said softly. "You missed Kane's class," he hesitated in the doorway. She looked like hell. Normally he would've pushed his way straight into her room whether she invited him or not. "Can I come in," he asked, not sure what he would do if she said "no". If she didn't ask for his notes, he was just going to assume she was dying.

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Clarke took a moment to process his words, realizing it made sense as to why he had showed up. She had skipped class, not bothering to email Kane, or any of her professors this week for that matter. "Oh, yea..." she replied as if she just realized the fact. "Sorry, didn't realize what time it was...." Or day. They all seemed to be blending into one long stretch of time. The only reason Clarke remembered tomorrow was the day her mother was coming to pick her up was because Murphy had reminded her several times in the past two days, even commenting jokingly on how it was her job to be reminding him.

When he asked to come in, Clarke hesitated a moment before stepping aside, pulling the door fully open for Bellamy. "Yea, sure," she said with a weak nod, reaching for the light switch. When the room lit up, her own eyes immediately shut tight, then opened slightly to a squint, waiting for her vision to adjust to all of this light. Once Bellamy has stepped fully inside, she closed the door behind him. Clarke's eyes fell on the backpack over his shoulder, wondering if he had come to collect her assignment since she missed class. Although it wasn't like she did it.

"I don't have it," she stated before he had a chance to ask for it. "The assignment. Sorry. I have to ask Kane for an extension," Clarke couldn't remember what it even was anymore, but asking Bellamy would probably just make the situation worse. Despite their awkward beginning, she actually considered Bellamy a friend now, partially thanks to befriending his sister. But that didn't mean she would take advantage of his professional position just because of their friendship; she didn't want him getting in trouble with Kane just because she was. He'd already lied for her once.

Clarke's attention suddenly shifted to the cat jumping off of Murphy's bed and going to sniff Bellamy's ankles, rubbing against them. It was a good thing Gina had let her keep the cat, because Pauna wasn't very good at remaining hidden, he liked people too much. "Sorry," she muttered, bending down to pick up the cat, realizing she probably should figure out what to do with him while she was away....

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"Are you sick," he asked as she turned the lights on. If she'd been trying to rest, he felt bad for disturbing her. He stepped inside, his eyes quickly sweeping the room. He'd only been in her room once before, and he hadn't stayed long, but he didn't remember it being so much of a mess. He saw the suitcase on her bed, waiting to be packed for Thanksgiving break, which made him question if she'd been sleeping after all, but then what the hell was she doing packing in the dark? He knew O had kind of hoped Clarke would be able to come over to their house for dinner, but most people had their own families they needed to get back to. Maybe going home was exactly what Clarke needed.

As she answered his unasked question about the assignment, Bellamy looked at her, hardly believing what he was hearing, or rather, what he wasn't hearing. It was like she didn't even care that she missed one of the biggest assignments of the semester. She wasn't freaking out, or making excuses, and she should have been. Bellamy wasn't even sure if he'd be able to cover for her this time. Her eyes were bloodshot; she looked like she'd either been crying, or hadn't slept in days, maybe both. He looked down as the cat as it rubbed against his legs, trying to remember if she'd had one before, or if he'd just forgotten that it existed. As she picked up the cat and held it in her arms, he reached out to give it a quick chin scratch.

He wasn't sure what else to do besides make small talk about Thanksgiving, or her cat. Bellamy felt awkward. She didn't seem to want his help, or anything to do with him, other than to apologize over and over, even though it didn't sound any more genuine the third time than it had the first. He unslung the backpack from his shoulder and unzipped it, taking out several papers and setting them over on her desk, for whenever she decided to care again. "Your paper from last week, and the reading assignment for break," he said, wondering if she would even care enough to look at her grade. She didn't even seem to flinch. Something was very clearly wrong with her. Clarke seemed like too much of a good girl to be into drugs, but if he didn't know better, he might've thought she was on oxycodone, or heroin, or something.

"Clarke," he said quietly, not sure what to say, or how to say it. "What's going on," he asked, concern evident in his voice. Asking if she was "okay" just seemed ridiculous. If she didn't want to talk to him, that was fine, but he couldn't just ignore it and ask her about her Thanksgiving plans like nothing was wrong.

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“Sick?” a brief look of confusion flickered onto her features, but then Clarke realized what she must look like. Her hair was a mess; she was sure, despite not having looked in a mirror in days. No makeup, pajamas, plus she had skipped out on classes… She probably should have claimed to be sick in the first place, it would have been the smarter thing to say. “No,” it wasn’t like she could claim to be now; she’d already made up a different excuse for missing class.

When Bellamy began unzipping his backpack, Clarke let Pauna jump from her hands to her bed. She watched as he crawled inside her suitcase, turning once before curling into a ball inside. When Bellamy spoke again, she returned her gaze to him, eyes falling down to the pile of papers he had placed on her desk. “Thanks,” she replied, wishing she could muster more energy to have her gratitude sound more genuine. Clarke wanted to care; for his sake at least. It wasn’t his job to bring her the work she had missed, or her paper. Bellamy didn’t have to do that, but he had, and she appreciated it.

When he said her name, the blonde looked up automatically, but she hadn’t expected the question that followed. Or maybe she should have; Clarke wasn’t completely unaware of the looks he was giving her. Like she had two heads or something. She knew she was off, she felt off. But Clarke didn’t know how to be right; how to be her normal self.

For a moment she hesitated, eyes searching his face for an answer to a question even she wasn’t sure of. It wasn’t like Clarke was trying to hide some big secret… But did she really want to throw all of her problems onto Bellamy? Or was he just trying to be polite? Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Clarke gave a heavy shrug, letting her eyes fall to the floor. “I don’t know…” she answered quietly. Yes, she knew what was wrong; what had caused all of this, but she didn’t know why she couldn’t snap out of it… Why she couldn’t function any more. The blonde let out a heavy exhale. “My best friend died the other day….” Halfway through the sentence, she could feel her throat tightening around the words as if trying to keep them in. Admitting it out loud never got easier. “And… I just don’t know what to do.” It sounded stupid, even to her own ears. There was so much pain, so much anger and despair, so much helplessness… And Clarke had no idea how to handle those emotions. It brought her back to when she had lost her father a few years ago… It was like all of those feelings came rushing back to her as well.

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He couldn't help noticing the way she'd crossed her arms in front of her, afraid he was seeing her start to shut down, that she wasn't going to talk to him, which was fine as long as she talked to someone. She clearly needed help. His eyebrows raised with skepticism as she claimed “not to know” what was going on, sure that wasn’t true, but his expression spoke loudly enough, and he continued waiting for the truth, his expression softening, already seeing how upset she was, even before the heavy sigh and the confession that followed.

Bellamy brought his hand to her shoulder and squeezed it gently, uncertain how receptive she'd be to his touch. “I’m sorry.” It wasn't a problem he could just fix like when he'd helped her with the blackmail thing. He pushed the tangled mess of hair off her shoulder and lifted his hand to stroke her hair, pushing it away from her face, trying to tame it with his fingers. “That’s okay,” he assured her, studying her face like it would tell him exactly what she needed.

He didn't know what had happened to her friend and he didn't want to ask, but statistically speaking, most people their age died suddenly in car accidents, or overdoses. The unexpected nature of it made it hard to process, and Clarke still seemed to be in shock. Going home would be hard, but it might give her some much needed closure. When his mom died it had been different; he'd been able to prepare himself to a certain extent. He'd already been grieving for months before she finally died. Taking care of his sister was the only thing that kept him functioning during all of that time. It was the only thing that kept him grounded, and sane. He didn’t know what he would have done without her.

“Well, it looks like you need to pack,” he said , infusing just a hint of his usual teasing into his voice. “You can’t just bring the cat,” he nodded his head toward where Pauna had curled up in the empty suitcase. “When’s the last time you ate, or showered,” he asked gently, trying to think of all the things she needed to get done. The paper of course, could wait until she got back. He would talk to Kane for her, if she wanted him to, but it would be the truth this time. He placed his backpack on the floor, willing to stay awhile and help her get organized for the trip home, assuming she was either leaving tonight or first thing in the morning. He hoped, for her sake, that she wasn’t planning to leave until morning, because she didn’t seem to be at all ready, not that he could blame her.

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Clarke pushed a small smile to her lips for a moment as an expression of gratitude for his sympathy. There wasn’t much either of them could say or do about the situation, she knew that, and she didn’t expect anything from Bellamy. If there was some magical solution, Clarke would not have hesitated to ask anyone for it, but life was never that simple. Her gaze fell from his face to his hand as it pushed her hair from her shoulders and then her face, just picturing what a complete mess it might look like. She assumed the flirtations quips he teased her with would cease after he saw the disaster that she could be. Her gaze returned to meet his with the reassuring words and Clarke gave a weak nod; whether in agreement or acceptance, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t feel like it was okay; even if nobody was expecting anything of her, she still was. But it seemed Bellamy was always trying to insist to her that sometimes it was okay to not have your life together, so this time Clarke tried to listen.

With the mention of packing, the blonde turned her head to look over at the suitcase she had just put on the bed, containing nothing but Pauna. “Yea,” she agreed softly. Clarke did need to pack. She didn’t want to, but her mother would be here in the morning, so it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. “But that would mean I could be done packing,” she protested, making an attempt at her own humored response, although there was probably too much truth in it. Walking over to the suitcase, Clarke let her hand slide down the cat’s fur, not bothering to move him until she had figured out what to bring. The white dress was the only nice outfit she brought with her to school, and she couldn’t really wear that to a funeral, so hopefully she had something in her closet back at home. “Octavia said she would watch him for me.”

She must have really looked like shit if he could tell she hadn’t showered, or maybe she smelled. Over a week ago, she probably would have cared… “I look that bad, huh?” she asked apathetically, turning to face him again, deflecting the answer. When Octavia had visited, it had been enough motivation to get her to finally take a shower, but that had still been several days ago, and while she couldn’t remember the exact day of the week it had been, she knew it was a while ago. “You sound like your sister.” After all, Octavia had worried about the same things, so Clarke reassured Bellamy as well. “I had something earlier,” she said, lazily motioning her hand over to the half-eaten granola bar from breakfast that she had left on her side-table and forgotten about.

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A smile tugged at her lips as she joked about just bringing the cat. “So no clothes then,” he asked, sounding intrigued by the concept of Clarke wearing a cat in lieu of clothing. There had to be a pussy joke in there somewhere. “She did, did she? Good luck getting it back from her,” he said. He’d always felt bad that O didn’t get to have a pet growing up, but mother had never let them, and after she died, Bellamy had to take over the mantle of becoming the bad guy. They didn’t have any money, and he could barely take care of O and himself, let alone an animal.

“I don’t think you could ever look bad,” he assured her, with complete honesty. It wasn’t like she looked bad enough that he wouldn’t still sleep with her (under other circumstances, of course) though that might have said more about him than it did about her. On a scale of one to ten, she was probably still a solid eight instead of an eleven. Bellamy wasn’t at all surprised he sounded like O, though the comment made a smile tug at his lips. He was glad his sister had been helping Clarke take care of herself. He knew the two of them had quickly become close, and he thought maybe they would be a good influence on each other. Maybe Clarke would become a little more wild, and O a little more cautious. He followed the girl’s gaze to the granola bar on the side table, not at all surprised, or impressed by her feeble attempts to feed herself. That was definitely going to change.

“Alright,” he said, formulating a plan in his mind. Bellamy walked back over to Clarke and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. The time for wallowing had passed, and it was time for Clarke to start putting her life back together. If she couldn’t take control, he could do it for her, so long as she listened to him. By the looks of her, he didn’t think she had the strength to refuse. Probably because she hadn’t eaten real food in god knew how long. Maybe since O had been here, however long ago that was. Guiding her shoulders, he led her across the room toward her bath towel and shower caddy.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna get in the shower. I’m going to order a lot of Chinese, because I’m hungry. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to,” he lied. He was definitely going to make her eat it. “And I’m going to start packing, so you better not be gone too long, or I might put weird shit in there,” he warned, with a mischievous smirk. Also, if she wasn’t back in fifteen minutes, he’d probably go in after her, just to make sure she hadn’t collapsed in a puddle of tears. “Okay,” he asked. It sounded more like a statement than a question; he would believe in her, even if she didn’t.

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Joking or not, she knew Bellamy had a point. She couldn't just wear the cat. Clarke had some stuff back home, mostly her nicer clothes and summer clothes... Not like she wasn't planning on just living in her pajamas while she was there, aside from the wake and Thanksgiving dinner. Instead of some sort of snarky retort, all she could muster was a whining groan at the concept of having to pack. Clarke's gaze drifted over to Pauna as the subject switched over to him. If Octavia really wanted the cat, Clarke would let her have him.... She'd developed an attachment to the furball, but it wasn't like she would never get to see him. Plus Octavia's house probably would be a better environment for the animal than her small dorm room.

With the compliment, Clarke turned to hive him a look of disbelief; one brow raised and one lowered as if Bellamy had just told her he had seen pigs fly. He was clearly just being nice to her considering her friend just died, but Clarke was fairly certain that was not true. She didn't have to look in a mirror to know her hair was some frizzy, knotted, voluminous mess despite Bellamy's attempts to tame it. Her makeup had long-since been cried off, her eyes were probably swollen from doing so, and her nose and cheeks red from the amount of times she had blown her nose from crying.

The sudden 'alright' and Bellamy's arms around her quickly put a heavy look of confusion on Clarke’s face. "What?" she asked, wanting to know what he was thinking as he walked her across the room. The blonde's head tilted upwards as Bellamy relayed his plan to her, the confusion on her features slowly slipping away into skepticism. Particularly about the part where he went through her drawers and clothes and picked her outfits for her. She saw his taste in women's clothing... Although it wasn't like Clarke owned anything that was two-sizes too small for her or had barely any fabric. And she didn't really care what she wore... It would save her from having to pack too. The blonde probably looked at him for a solid thirty seconds with a thick look of distrust on her face. But eventually she caved, too tired to put up much of a fight, and that desperate to not have to pack. Hopefully he knew female necessities thanks to his sister. "Fine, but there better be actual clothing in there...." Clearly Clarke half expected to return to a suitcase just filled with bras and panties.

Pulling her towel and bathrobe from the hook on the back of her door, Clarke grabbed the shower caddie from the ground and slipped into the hall. The idea of showering sounded like far more effort than she wanted to put in right now, but the blonde realized that despite not wanting to, she really had to. Smell aside, her mother would be picking her up tomorrow and if she saw her usually hygienic daughter suddenly looking like a reeking mess, she'd no doubt start asking a million questions, and Clarke didn't want to deal with yet another person asking if she was taking care of herself.

Despite her body resisting, Clarke attempted to be quick with her shower; partially because of Bellamy's threat, but mostly because the idea of him alone in her room for too long made her nervous. Towel wrapped around her head and bathrobe around her body, Clarke returned to the room, setting the shower caddy back down in its usual spot. "I hope you didn't steal any of my underwear," she commented suspiciously; although it was just a tease, Clarke had a hard time pushing the smile to her lips. Instead, she crossed the room, grabbing a pair of clean underwear, bra, yoga pants, and t-shirt from her draws. Setting them down on her desk, she paused. "Turn around," she instructed; despite the fact that Bellamy had seen her naked before, that was entirely different circumstances.

When he obeyed, Clarke let the robe fall, slipping on her underwear and then the bra, followed by the rest of her clothes. "Okay," she said to let him know it was safe to turn around. Bending over, the blonde let her towel fall from her head into her hands, rubbing it into her hair to dry it as best she could before tossing it onto the back of her desk chair.

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The second Clarke stepped out of the room, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called for the Chinese delivery. He ordered an inordinate amount of food, mostly because he had no idea what Clarke liked. He lived in a house full of constantly starving guys, so he didn’t exactly worry about the leftovers getting eaten. Hanging up the phone, he quickly texted Gina, letting her know he wasn't sure when he would be over, leaving out the details. He could tell her later. At least he would have leftover Chinese to bring her. Bellamy placed his phone on the dresser and went to Clarke's laptop to put on some music, something with energy that would be good for packing, and hopefully would help bring Clarke out of her funk.

He opened the top dresser drawer and started to sift through her underwear. Some of it was very neatly folded and organized by color, some of it just looked as disorganized as his own drawer. As much as he loved messing with her, Bellamy was actually trying to be helpful, so his clothing choices were predominately practical, things he thought she would want to wear, with a few things slipped in that he hoped would make her smile.

The underwear he chose was predominately comfortable looking cotton things along with the raciest thong he could find. He moved down to the next drawer and picked through her shirts, selecting a combination of the ones she wore most often, and the ones he liked the most on her, plus one that he’d never seen her wear, but wanted to. Pauna was still in the suitcase. So far, Bellamy had been able to pack around her, which wasn’t easy considering she seemed to enjoy throwing herself on whatever new clothes he placed in the suitcase. It wasn't long before the door opened again and a wet Clarke stepped back inside.

“You showered fast. Don’t you trust me,” he teased. In all of his experience waiting for women to shower, that one was way faster than average. Bellamy opened his mouth to speak, a little caught of guard by the accusation of stealing her underwear. “I would never,” he assured her, with false sarcasm. He really wouldn’t steal her underwear, but he did like fucking with her, figuratively in this case, but literally too. He rolled his eyes at her as she asked him to turn around so she could get dressed.

“It’s okay, I’m good,” he smirked, looking at her like he was waiting for the free show. All kidding aside, after a pause, he did as she asked, and turned around, leaning his elbows against her dresser to stare intently at the wall. He hoped that she realized he was picturing her naked the whole time. Bellamy only turned his head to peek at her twice during the entire time she dressed herself. “Are you sure it’s safe,” he asked, acting like he was afraid to turn around. Sneaking another slow peek over his shoulder for dramatic effect, he finally turned to look at her, his eyes sweeping down the length of her body to check out what she was wearing. She was back to a ten now. It would have been an eleven if she’d been naked.

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"No," she stated blatantly, although that wasn't entirely true. Clearly she trusted him enough in the first place to leave him alone in her room and sift through her things. Or maybe she just didn't care. Either way, she had given him permission to basically go through all of her things, hoping he wouldn't abuse that privilege... So maybe a small part of her worried he would, hence the rush, but if she hadn't actually trusted him, Clarke would not have left him alone in the room in the first place. For a moment he made her regret that decision as she eyed him with suspicion when he claimed to deny taking her underwear. She had only been kidding, but his words made her second-guess herself.

The blonde sent another glare in his direction when Bellamy refused to turn around, not undressing until he finally conceded. When he asked if it was safe, she rolled her eyes; he probably hoped it wasn't. "You can continue staring at the wall if you want," she stated. When he turned, she watched as Bellamy's eyes noted her clothing and Clarke couldn't help but wonder if he expected her to have actually put on something resembling real clothing, not just a variation of what she had on before. At least she was clean now.

Crossing the room, the blonde noted how Bellamy made himself at home with the music, putting on one of her favorite songs. She wondered if Octavia had told him that, or if he had looked at the play count. Stepping over to the edge of her bed, Clarke couldn't help but curiously look into her suitcase. "I guess I am wearing the cat?" she teased in monotone, letting her hand run over a very happy Pauna's head. Her eyes scanned the packing job, only moving a few things on the surface to get a better view; not wanting to mess up the work Bellamy had done, nor look like she was completely ungrateful for his help by scrutinizing all of his efforts. He'd done a pretty good job all things considered; only a few questionable items in there (that she could see from the surface at least) that made her wonder where he thought she was going.

Turning, Clarke pulled in her lips for a moment in contemplation. "Thank you," she finally said, knowing she probably shouldn't be giving him such a hard time considering he was helping her. "I owe you. Twice now," considering he's helped her with the whole Jasper situation two months ago as well. She wasn't quite sure what she could really do to pay him back; he was older than her so it wasn't like Bellamy would need homework help or tutoring. But she also felt like several thank-you's weren't really enough for the times he'd gone out of his way for her. Did college kids get Thank You Plants?

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"There's nothing to see over there anyways," he teased, peeking over his shoulder again. Shooting her a sheepish look that screamed "don't kill me". He paid her enough attention, that he was sure she realized it couldn't have been at all true. Bellamy moved down to the next drawer, pulling out a couple of pairs of jeans that he felt like he’d seen her wear a lot, at little worried that Clarke would go home, unpack her suitcase, and might realize that he spent a fair amount of time looking at her. Maybe she’d buy him having one of those eidetic memories.

Going one more drawer down, he grabbed her a couple pairs of sweats and yoga pants, assuming that this not getting dressed in real clothes thing might very well continue at home. At least she would have her mom to take care of her when she was home. He would have been more worried about her if she didn't have that. A part of him, couldn't help being a little jealous. Even though he loved sharing the holidays with his sister, it didn't mean his missed his mom any less.

“O always likes to under-pack a little. Then she has an excuse to buy more clothes,” he explained, not that either of them traveled often, or had as much money to buy clothes as Clarke probably did. Bellamy carried the handful of clothes over to her suitcase, trying to fit them in around Pauna, who was increasingly in the way, and didn't seem to give two fucks about it, because she was a cat. He set the clothes down on the bed next to the suitcase and reached for her.

“Sorry,” he apologized to Pauna, gently picking her up and placing her on the bed next to the suitcase. He managed to hurriedly pack the new clothes, blocking the cat for a few seconds before she climbed back on top of everything. Bellamy stealthily slipped a condom into the back pocket of one of her jeans before he'd packed them, just in case she had any planned, or unplanned fun while she was home. Mostly, he hoped that maybe a couple of days from now, when she was feeling really shitty, she would reach into her back pocket and smile at what a stupid idiot he was. Sure, he would feel a little bad if she accidentally pulled it out in front of her mother, but she’d probably get over it, and then have a fun anecdote to tell about how she’d let a frat boy help pack her suitcase, which would probably invite a whole series of awkward questions. You're welcome.

“You don’t owe me, it’s fine,” he assured her, not sure if she’d believe him. He was used to taking care of people, and it was weird for him to not have someone to help. He'd always found it easier to focus on people other than himself.

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The roll of her eyes at his comment was cut short as she immediately transformed her face into a silent scolding glare when she caught him looking. Clarke knew she shouldn't care that much; he'd seen her naked already, but she couldn't help but feel like she should still preserve her modesty around him. Bellamy had an actual girlfriend now, not five hundred of them, and Clarke probably shouldn't even be changing in front of someone else's boyfriend. Still, it wasn't like she rushed to cover herself up like on the morning she had woken in Bellamy's bed. Instead she glared until he turned back around and continued changing.

"I have a feeling I won't be doing much shopping," she noted, watching as Bellamy continued to pack her suitcase, struggling some with the cat. Clearly he didn't think so either, with the amount going into her suitcase. Clarke wasn't all that big on shopping or fashion anyway; occasionally she would see something she really liked, but most of her stuff was practical. The corners of her lips twitched slightly, not quite making a smile but amused nonetheless, as she watched Bellamy fight off Pauna to get her clothes packed. She probably should be helping.... but a large part of her wanted to continue to watch him struggle with the stubborn cat.

Despite his words, Clarke still felt like she owed him something for constantly helping her out. But she was just too tired to argue it right now, nor could she think of anything to offer, so she let it drop. Instead, she climbed up on her bed beside the suitcase, sitting to face Bellamy, and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them to keep them there. Leaning her chin on her knees, the damp blonde tendrils of hair fell forward on either side of her face.

For a bit, she just sat in silence, watching as Bellamy finished packing her suitcase. "How come," she began out of nowhere, the words slipping out of her mouth. They had been rolling over her head for the past few days, yet it seemed she couldn't contain them to just her own mind. "You can lose someone... and go through all of that pain...." Clarke’s eyes were focused on her suitcase as she spoke, half to herself and half to him. "And survive it, and be sort of okay after. But when it happens again, you feel like you'll never be whole again? Even though you know eventually it won't hurt so much... but you can't even convince yourself that?" The question itself was almost rhetorical; she didn't expect Bellamy to have all of the answers. She knew he had lost his mother; Octavia had told her as much, and she knew he understood how she felt... But Clarke had been through it all before with her father too and she still couldn't answer her own question.

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A guilty smirk swept across his face when she’d caught him looking. Gina had never given him hard and fast rules on how to be a good boyfriend, but as long as he didn’t fuck anyone else, he was pretty sure they were still in good standing. Gina was pretty understanding about what a major change he’d made to his lifestyle. She didn’t expect girls to instantly stop flirting with him just because she was his, and he wasn't going to pretend like she was the only girl he'd ever seen naked. Who you came home to, that was the important thing.

Taking her words about not shopping into consideration, he packed a few extra clothes, making sure she had enough to cover her from tomorrow, until classes started again, not throwing in anything else fun now that she as watching. It would ruin the surprise if she knew he was packing her condoms and sexy underwear, and the surprise was easily half the fun.

Bellamy looked at Clarke as she spoke again. Something about her tone had changed, and he stopped packing, as he put a pair of ridiculously soft leggings in her suitcase. His jaw clenched as he studied her face, watching as she spoke, staring off into a void near the suitcase, he stepped on the heels of his shoes, stepping out of them so he could climb into bed with her. Bellamy wasn’t sure he’d ever been okay after his mom had died. He’d never had a chance to grieve properly. On the day she’d died, he’d become the owner of an estate, and the guardian to his terrified baby sister, and every day he’d spent since then had just been trying to make it work, trying to keep everything from falling apart. It was the only thing that had kept him together.

“Did O tell you about—,” he stopped himself, like reading her face for the answer would still be easier than asking the question aloud. He nodded slightly, finding his answer. O had told him about Clarke’s dad. He thought it was part of what had brought the two girls together. They both knew what is was like to lose a parent, and that was something few people their age truly understood. Bellamy sat down next to her suitcase, facing her, reaching his hand out and wrapping it around her ankle. “Because it’s not the same,” he told her, his eyes kind and understanding. “It never is. Every person means something different to you. I’m not even sure I’m ‘okay’ yet,” he confessed. It had been years, and he didn’t know if he would ever be okay. Octavia seemed to have handled it better. He never knew if it was because she was younger, or just because she was stronger than him.

His jaw clenched at the sound of a knock on her door, not surprised that the delivery man’s timing was god-awful. Bellamy stood, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He took out a few bills, enough to cover the Chinese and tip, then opened her door partway and exchanged the money for the food, even though he hardly felt like eating now. Bellamy plopped the large bag of Chinese on the bed in front of Clarke and grabbed the suitcase, picking it up and placing it on the floor next to her bed so they’d have more room. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got everything,” he explained. “But I live with a bunch of guys who eat everything,” he said, not wanting her to worry about the expense, or the leftovers. Bellamy sat down next to her on the bed, digging his hands through the cartons of chinese food, opening them until he found fried dumplings.

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There was a dip in the bed and Clarke vaguely realized he was climbing on top of it, but she didn’t lift her head, not even when he moved the suitcase that she was staring at. But when Bellamy asked her a question, he didn’t even have to finish it for her to know what it was. Clarke lifted her head, gaze meeting his; her grief-worn face now showed a mix of sympathy and guilt. It wasn’t as if she had directly brought up his mother, but here she was going on about her own misery when he’d dealt with far worse, and survived worse. Clarke wasn’t entirely sure if she was supposed to know about the Blakes losing their mother… Octavia had told her the day they met, but just because she didn’t care, didn’t mean Bellamy wanted everyone to know.

But he seemed okay with her knowing, or at least acted like he was, so Clarke pushed that worry away. Her eyes fell on his hand when it rest on her ankle, but as soon as Bellamy began to speak, she lifted them again to listen. She wanted to tell him that he didn’t actually have to answer that; that she didn’t expect him to, but Clarke was also curious as to what sort of answer he had.

Bellamy was right; it wasn’t the same. Wells had meant something different to her than her father. Her father had taken care of her, protected her; she was his little girl. Wells was her best friend ever since childhood, and he was far too young to die. And loosing Wells brought back that raw pain she had felt when her father died, forcing her to relive what she had spent so may years trying to manage. The frown on her lips deepened as he admitted he wasn’t okay yet. “I think it’s okay not to be ‘okay’,” she said, not entirely sure if her words were making sense. Losing someone was like losing a piece of you; how could anyone expect you to be whole again?

The sudden knock at the door had Clarke’s head whipping towards it, momentarily wondering who could be there this time. But as Bellamy stood, she suddenly remembered his offer to order Chinese, completely forgetting about that. Clarke watched as Bellamy paid the guy and set the bag of Chinese food, which was definitely too much for two people, on the bed. “Everything?” she echoed with a hint of surprise. Luckily he didn’t expect her to eat it all, which was a relief. Although Clarke wondered if she could save some for Murphy. It wasn’t like she was actually hungry, but considering Bellamy had ordered everything on the menu and actually got it delivered here, Clarke felt bad saying so… Instead, she dug in and grabbed one of the white boxes, not caring much what it was. “Thanks.” Pulling out a pair of chopsticks, she opened those as well as the box.

Poking around the lo mein for a moment, she looked up from it. “Bellamy… for what it’s worth, I think you did a pretty good job; raising Octavia,” she didn’t know if it was weird or not to say, considering they had never actually talked about any of that stuff, but Clarke and Octavia had; or at least enough for Clarke to know that when their mother died, Bellamy had to do more than just survive the pain, he had to make sure his sister did too. He was probably too busy making sure she was okay to worry about himself. It was exactly what her mother had done with her when her father died… Glancing back down at the noodles in her lap, Clarke pushed them around with her chopsticks, the action interrupted by Pauna who had jumped on the bed and began sniffing her food while Clarke attempted to push him away.

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