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“GOLD!” Bellamy is shouting. “I CAN’T BELIEVE WE WON GOLD!”
“I can’t believe I can still hear out of this ear,” Clarke says, though her expression is fond. Their routine went perfectly. It was a split second decision, to add their new move. Bellamy grabbed Clarke’s hand, and their eyes met, and suddenly she knew what to do. Now she’s struggling to hold several bouquets of flowers in her arms while avoiding the press.
“BELL!” a voice shouts from down the hall. “THAT WAS SO GREAT!”
“O?”
Clarke sees a girl around her age with dark hair and pale eyes wrestle her way past security, only to throw herself onto Bellamy. By her features and the fact that she’s screaming and laughing just as loud as Bellamy, Clarke guesses that this is his little sister.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Bellamy asks, putting her down. “I thought you’d be at The Dropship.”
“Lincoln’s looking after it. Hi,” she says, turning to Clarke. “I’m Octavia, Bellamy’s little sister.”
Clarke shakes her hand. “Clarke.”
“You guys fucking crushed it!” Octavia says, gushing pride and astonishment. “When you threw her into the air, Bell, I thought she was gonna break her leg or something!”
Bellamy snorts. “Thanks for the confidence.”
“I’ll let you guys catch up,” Clarke says, suddenly feeling an obligation to leave. As she turns, Octavia grabs her sleeve.
“Hold on. I wanted to give you something.” Octavia pulls out an envelope and hands it to her.
Clarke examines its contents. A dozen or so bills and some loose change are wadded inside. “What’s this for?”
“Mostly for the plane ticket,” Octavia admits, and Clarke pointedly looks away from Bellamy’s questioning eyes. “The rest is for putting up with this loser for the last six months,” she adds, punching Bellamy in the shoulder in a way that looks like it hurt.
Clarke smiles. This must be the Blake family pride she had heard so much about. Tentatively, she hands the envelope back. “No payment necessary. Your brother earned every penny in here.”
Bellamy is beaming at her and Clarke can feel her face getting warm, so she says her goodbyes and lets the Blakes have their moment before Octavia catches on too much. Clarke only gets another thirty feet before she stops. Raven is leaning against the outer wall, waiting for her, with a serious expression on her face. Clarke approaches and clutches her bouquets tightly.
To Clarke’s amazement, Raven extends her hand. “Congratulations,” she says. Then, she smirks. “But trust me, I’ll be getting the gold next time.”
Clarke smiles. She understands what Raven means – a new beginning for both of them. She takes her hand. “I look forward to seeing you try.”
“You bought my sister a ticket,” says Bellamy, breathless. “I told you not to.”
Clarke chuckles. Her clothes are somewhere between the door and the bed, but her bra is becoming problematic. “Sue me. I just wanted your family to be there to watch us win.”
“If I didn’t know better, Princess,” Bellamy whispers, reaching a hand around her to take her bra off in one swift motion (and of course he can do that), “I’d say you were trying to be nice to me.”
Clarke responds by pushing Bellamy onto the bed. “Don’t get used to it.”
“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?”
“Totally.”
“I don’t think I care, though,” Bellamy says, brushing some hair from her face and grinning.
Clarke smiles. For the first time in a long time, she feels at home. “Me neither.”