Chapter Text
The men up on the news
They try to tell us all that we will lose
But it's so easy in this blue
Where everything is good
-Buzzcut Season//Lorde
Clarke walked through the rooms of Finn’s house apprehensively. Finn had left, putting the ice by where the drinks are. She supposes she probably should have followed him, seeing as she has no idea where the basement even is, or if the rest of her friends are even down there, but oh well.
Friends. Clarke gets a funny feeling in her stomach when she thinks about that. Real friends who honestly care about her, and don’t show their love by yelling at her. (*cough* Bellamy *cough) She couldn’t be luckier.
Well that’s not true. I could know where the basement is.
However, before she could continue her wandering, a familiar voice called out from behind her.
“Clarke!” She turned rapidly, her body filling with relief at the sight of Jasper.
“We thought we lost you!” Jasper laughs, lazily throwing his arm around Clarke’s shoulder. Clarke couldn't help but notice several suspicious bottles in Jasper's other hand. “Finn said you were here, but he accidentally ditched you, the lazy git.” Jasper joked, maneuvering his way through the crowds of teenagers. He stopped when they came to a wooden door, in between the entrance to the kitchen and the family room, “After you M’lady.”
Clarke gives a small nervous laugh. She can’t help but be uncomfortable with all the noise and people, even with Jasper here to guide her.
“Thanks!” She shouts over the loud music. Clarke takes a deep breath and plunges into the darkness that is the downstairs. Taking the steps one at a time, she tries to collect herself. Clarke puts a friendly smile on her face and tells her heart to stop beating so fast.
“CLARKE!” Clarke is taken back by the comfortable setting before her. Just like they had been more than a month ago when Clarke first met them, the group was sat in a circle. Raven and Finn were lounging on a large puffy green couch, Raven leaning slightly into Finn’s chest, sipping what Clarke assumed to be beer. Monty sat on a matching chair, playing some sort of game on his phone. Miller however seemed to prefer sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch. He too was on his phone, although Clarke could tell by the way he held his phone that he was actually texting. Jasper bounded over to the group and Clarke was slightly reminded of an over eager puppy.
"I brought alcohol!" He announced, earning a cheer from the circle. Pleased with himself, he walked over to Monty.
“Move.” he whined. Monty rolled his eyes, and scooted over to the side of the chair, all while still playing his game. Jasper squeezed next to him narrowly fitting.
“Hey Clarke!” Raven repeated, patting the seat on the couch next to her and Finn. Clarke, thankful for an opportunity, sat stiffly on the edge of the couch. She had to forcefully make herself relax, still slightly uncomfortable.
“So guys, shall we begin?” Jasper asked, a smile slightly too happy gracing his face. Clarke is confused. Start what? Thankfully, Monty notices her confused expression. Putting down his phone, he adjust himself next to Jasper and answers Clarke’s unspoken answer.
“Every year we play a really intense game of truth or dare at Finn’s party.” Monty smiled almost embarrassed at his friend’s antics. “You can probably sit out this round if you want, seeing as it’s your first time and everything.”
Jasper fake hit Monty. “Nooooo!” He whined. “Clarke has to play! It’s part of her initiation!”
“You make it sound like we’re in a cult” Miller laughed.
“Are we not?” Jasper feigned ignorance, before breaking his facade and grinning.
Clarke’s eyes moved back and forth from speaker, suddenly questioning the worry she had been having all night. Will she ever really fit in with these people? Clarke realized she needed to stop sitting out.
“I want to do it.”
Five surprised faces turned to Clarke.
“SHE HAS SPOKEN!” Jasper announced dramatically. Clarke laughed.
“Well,” Miller says. “I guess we have no choice. LETS DO THIS!”
This time everyone laughed.
****
“Wait, are you serious? 12 times?”
Clarke had been apprehensive at first, but she was having the time of her life. So far she had learned some very interesting trivia about the group, including: The time Finn spends on his hair per day (50 minutes), what guy in the group Miller found most attractive (Monty, obviously), Jasper’s most embarrassing crush (His third grade teacher, Mrs. Kolear), and the amout of times Raven had gone skinny dipping (12). And that didn’t even cover the dares. Clarke, having the tolerance of an 8 year old, was now sufficiently drunk due to several of them.
“What can I say?” Raven said with a giggle. “I play truth or dare a lot.”
“A game of truth or dare is actually the first time Rae and I kissed.” Finn said, mostly to Clarke, the rest of the group having been there to experience it. The circle groaned at the memory. There had been a lot of sexual tension released that day.
“Speaking of kissing,” Jasper practically shouted to get everyone’s attention. Once everyone’s eyes were focused on him, he continued. “I notice Clarke has had almost no questions…” Jasper smiled a smile full of evilness and alcohol, knotting his fingers together. “What says we learn a little about Clarke’s love life?”
The group gave a simultaneous drunken cheer. Clarke’s cheeks felt warm, whether it was from the alcohol or from the attention, she wasn’t sure.
“Okay?” She said unsurely, not trusting herself in this drunken state.
“Clarke, truth or dare?” Raven said quickly, with a slightly delirious look on her delicate face.
“Truth!” Clarke shouted, then paused for a second. “Wait what was the question?”
“You guys,” Monty interrupted, always the voice of reason. “Clarke is clearly not up to answering any questions, do we really want to do this?”
“Drunk people are the bomb, Monty!” Jasper shouted, much louder than necessary, seeing as Monty was literally centimeters from him.
Monty surveyed his friends with apprehension, taking in Miller who was literally laying on top of Finn, and Raven who was pretending to read a book upside down. He sighed, as he realized he was pretty much the only person not drunk.
“What the hell, guys, learn from your own mistakes.”
***
Bellamy stretched out on his bed lazily. It was only eight but he was seriously considering going to bed, having nothing better to do. Rolling over, he hit the phone that Octavia had given him with his foot, knocking it off the bed and hitting a few buttons in the process.
“Hello, this is Clarke Griffin.”
Bellamy sat up rapidly, looking with horror at the phone that now laid on his rug.
“This is my voicemail, so my phone is probably dead.”
Bellamy relaxed, relieved that Clarke hadn’t answered, not even wanting to consider that conversation.
“Leave a message pleas-”
Bellamy ended the call. Clarke was the past, and he needed to think about his future. More importantly, sleep.