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I want skittles.
I glance down at my phone. 2.05am. Bloody hell. How did it get so late? I still want those skittles. I place the book I was reading on the nightstand and stand up.
Shivering at the chill in the air I head towards my wardrobe and pull out some jeans and a baggy hoodie.
I make my way into the living room of my apartment and when my bare feet leave the carpeted floor I squeal. "Shoes! I need shoes!" I cry as I run back into my room.
After shoving my feet into my old beat up pair of Converse, I head back into the living room. All the lights are off and I try and remember the layout of the room. It's hard since I've only been here a few days and I bang my shin on the coffee table. "Fuck." I curse as I hop on one foot to the door, rubbing my shin at the same time.
I step through the doorway and into the dim corridor of my apartment building, locking the door behind me. I turn around quickly and start making my way towards the stairs when my eyes flit back down the corridor. On the ground next to the apartment opposite mine lies a dark shape. it resembled a sleeping body so I slowly moved closer to it.
"Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead." I mumble over and over under my breath.
Up close I see that it's the guy that lives in the apartment opposite mine. I think two guys live in there so I'm not sure which one he is. And like I said. I only moved in a couple of days ago. "What are you doing out here?" I say to myself.
"Trying to sleep." His voice is husky with sleep and i jump back in fright.
"Gah!" I let out a squeal and I hear him groan.
I stand there in silence for a few moments as he sits up and adjusts his leather jacket. What he's doing trying to sleep in a leather jacket is beyond me.
"Why?" I finally blurt out. Good job Clarke...
He raises a dark eyebrow and smirks at me. "Why what, Princess?"
I roll my eyes. Great. My neighbors 'that guy'.
"Why are you trying to sleep. Out here?" I say motioning to the hallway.
He groans and I imagine him rolling his eyes in the dim lit hallway.
"If you must know. My roommates fiance is here for the weekend..." he trails off and I giggle.
"Ahhh. They're going at it?"
"Like rabbits."
I smile and we fall into a silence again. I start to feel cold and I realise that the hallways is not heated very well.
"So you're gonna sleep here?"
"Yes, Princess. Unless you know of somewhere else I can sleep tonight?"
"... I have a couch..." I say suddenly and I surprise myself.
"Good for you." he snorts and I roll my eyes again.
"I mean. You can crash on my couch. If you want."
I stand there just watching him think about it for a few seconds.
"Thanks." he finally says and I let out a small breath that I didn't realise I was holding.
I nod and smile before heading back towards my door to unlock it.
"Weren't you going out?" he asks as I open the door and I remember the skittles.
"Yes. But I am not leaving you alone in my apartment. I don't know you. You could eat all my food." I babble and he cracks a smile.
He holds out his hand, presumably for me to shake. "I'm Bellamy. I live... there." he says also pointing to the door opposite.
I take his hand. "Clarke."
I lead the way into my apartment, switching the lights on this time. I glance around quickly, checking that the place is in reasonable condition before sighing in relief. I head to the closet and grab a few blankets before heading back to Bellamy who is standing awkwardly in my lounge.
"Here." I say handing him the blankets and he takes them from my arms.
He takes them cautiously and I suppress a smile. Who would of thought my arrogant neighbor would be capable of shyness.
"Thanks." he mumbles and starts making a bed on the couch. I watch for a few seconds before heading over to the kitchen. "Want a drink?" I call back to Bellamy.
"What have you got?" Bellamy's voice comes from right behind me and I jump.
'Holy crap! Dude. Don't do that!"
He chuckles and I feel my cheeks rise in heat. I ignore him and head towards the fridge and cabinets.
"Coffee, Gatorade, Water oh and I have life half a bottle of vodka. If that's your thing." I say turning around to face him. He has a small smirk on his lips.
"Do you wanna get me drunk, Princess?"
"What? No..." I trail off at the look of pure teasing on his face. "You ass." I laugh. A small voice at the back of my head says something about how weird it is that I'm not a complete spazz around Bellamy, seeing as I can normally barely talk to guys but I ignore it.
"I'll take a coffee."
I nod and pull out two mugs from the shelf.
"Thanks."
I turn to look at Bellamy again. "No worries."
The look he gives me is intense and I can't bring myself to look away from his brown eyes.
"Who knows. Maybe one day I'll need you to return the favor." I say breaking our eye contact.
"Yeah, maybe."