Clarke's POV-
"Ok, so we only have like the couch, the coffee table, a bookshelf, and blankets. Then we're done!" Bellamy listed the things we still need to transport from his apartment to our house
"Finally!" I exclaimed "But do we have to finish tonight, because it's like 8:30 and I just want to sleep, moving is exhausting!"
"Ok, fine, we can take a break." He paused "but all that means is we have waste time doing it tomorrow instead of laying together in our new house..."
"Ugh! Why do you always win?" I whined
"Because I'm just that good, plus, what'd you expect? For me to lose? uh..no. And if I'm the winner there has to be a loser, right?" He chuckled
"Whatever, let's go."
We left in the truck that Lincoln let us borrow, the seats were actually really comfortable, the truck was painted red and it din't even have a chip or a scratch which I was really nervous about. And we drove back. The entire time we were quiet, it was kinda odd and a bit uncomfortable. I turned on the radio.
"Baby you a song, you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise."
"I love this song!" Bellamy told me as he turned up the volume so the song was basically blasting.
"It's so loud!" I yelled He just laughed in response which made me smile. His laugh was drowned out by the barring music making him look like an idiot with a laughing expression on his face with no sound coming out of it. "You look funny." then he turned to me and gave me a fake hurt look. I just rolled my eyes laughing at him and turned to the window. We got to the house and unloaded the couch and the blankets, we took our last trip picking up the coffee table and the bookshelf. With having to take everything apart and then putting it back together it ended up bing 11:47 by the time we finally finished.
"Still tired princess?" Bellamy asked
"You have no idea." I let out a half laugh half sigh
"Well, would you like to be carried to the bedroom by a very good looking gentlemen or would you like to walk up the treacherous stairs alone?"
"Well," I paused "I don't see any relevantly good looking gentlemen anywhere so I guess I have to walk up the stairs alone..." i teased with a sigh
"Oh you'll pay for that" Bellamy replied
I turned running up the stairs and hid under the covers of the bed, an obvious hiding spot. Bellamy enters the room slowly walking towards the bed then he suddenly wraps his arms around my waist pulling me towards him. My feet were lifted up off the ground, him holding me face to face with him in his arms
"Is this all you got? Because it's pretty weak." I was breathing heavily
"Well, what about you, I don't see any attacks coming from your side of things."
"Unfortunately, I'm being held captive, by a brown-eyed, black haired man who looks like he hasn't slept in years." I paused almost whispering "and I think I like it."
"Oh, that is unfortunate. Not for me though." He grinned
He pulled me down onto the bed keeping his arm around me as I drifted to sleep in the arms of the man I will forever love waking up next to everyday of the rest of my life.
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Bellamy's POV-
I wake up with Clarke absent from my side, I walk downstairs into the kitchen and see that Clarke's making pancakes. "I didn't know we had pancake mix." I inhaled the wonderful sent of a cooked breakfast, something I haven't experienced since before my grandmother pasted away.
"We didn't, I ran out and got some." she began
"In your pajamas?"
"Yeah, I mean it's funfetti pancake mix, so it was kinda a dire emergency. Like you need to understand, I haven't had this kind since I was like 8." she answered
"Yeah, I bet."
"Whatever."
"So, what makes them so amazing?" I asked never having them before.
"They have little colorful spots in them, like a party in a pancake. I think that's why it's called 'funfetti'"
I laughed at her remark "Ok, what else."
"what do you mean what else? That's it."
"You're so easily impressed." I paused walking up next to her "It's adorable. You're adorable."
"I know. I don't even try." She teased
I laughed again "No, I'm the self-absorbed one. You're the one that tells me I'm annoying, stubborn, too talkative-"
"Wow, way to be self absorbed." She giggled "and don't have a title too? I mean I can't just be the one that calls you names, I want a real title."
"You're the princess that ventured out of her castle." I looked at her "how's that?" I asked smirking
"I hate it as much as I hate you." she joked
"Oh, well I guess that means you despise of it."
"Exactly."
"I guess I figured you out then."
"Yep, now tell me, how'd you do it, cause I don't make it easy." she demanded
"It's my job." I replied cockily
"Mmhm, I thought our job was to be a self-absorbed ass." she fired back smiling
"Ehh, that's more of a hobby of mine."
"Huh. Now I have another question."
"Yes?"
"Why do I love you so much?"
"Because I'm a hell of a lot better then funfetti." I teased grabbing her face, bringing it to mine, letting our lips connect.
"No, they still taste better then you." she barked sarcastically and i started to reach up to the cabinet to grab plates "But you're getting there."
I sighed happily. Oh Clarke.
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Room 224 (Bellarke)
FanfictionClarke moves into the same apartment building as Bellamy, who is normally sleeping with a different girl at least twice a week, and he starts to fall for her. Once their together they find out they've known each other since they were kids, even thou...
