Chapter Text
Clarke’s eyes flutter open, her cheek resting against what felt like carpet, really really scratchy carpet. Pushing up from what appeared to the floor, she lets out a groan taking in her surroundings. She looked to be in someone’s home, a home that certainly wasn’t hers.
Letting out a groan, Clarke clutches her head eyes blinking to try and make sense of what exactly was going on. It took her a minute to remember but eventually the memories from last night come rushing back and she lets out an even louder groan. A groan that makes someone appear.
“Who the hell are you? And what the fuck are you doing in my house?”
Still blinking rapidly Clarke moves to face the voice that had appeared but that simple voice makes her head pound and she lets out a small whimper before flopping back onto the floor, wanting nothing more than to sleep away this hangover.
“Oh shit, are you okay?”
There was now a hand on her shoulder and when she looks up she’s met with the face of someone who was slightly worried and slightly ticked off which actually kind of worked for him.
Forehead wrinkled in the most adorable way while his eyes held a touch of anger in them. His full lips were pursed and all Clarke wanted to do was lean forward, but then the events from last night come crashing back and another whimper leaves her lips.
“Okay let’s get you up. Something is obviously wrong.”
A warm hand slips underneath the back of her knees and behind her back and before she knows it, Clarke is being hoisted into the air. She winds her arms around this stranger’s neck sloppily, head resting on his shoulder.
It’s a short ride and he sets her down on what she assumes is the couch. Her eyes are still shut tightly and she can hear the man next to her let out a soft sigh running a hand through his hair tiredly.
It’s at that moment Clarke realizes that she was being epitome of rude. She had somehow broken into this guy’s home, fell asleep on his floor and was probably ruining his Saturday morning. And so taking a deep breath she opens her eyes and mouth ready to talk.
“I broke into your house sometime around 1 in the morning.”
Clarke glances over at the guy, mascara dried around her eyes and she’s surprised to see a slight smile on his face.
“Yeah I figured that much. Mind me asking how you did it?”
She just shrugs, “I picked the lock. One of my friends taught me. She said it was a useful skill to have.”
This time she manages to get a full out chuckle from him and it brings out a smile on her own face. He shakes his head, running a hand through his curly hair (Clarke realizes in that moment that she really likes curly hair).
“Well I’m glad she taught you that. Please continue.”
The smile slides off Clarke’s face and he must notice because there’s now a crinkle on his forehead, nose all scrunched up in confusion.
“The reason I broke into your house was because I was drunk as fuck because my boyfriend had just broken up with me and all I wanted to do was get smashed.” The tears come back in a torrent and before Clarke can help it they are sliding down her face. Sniffling she swipes at her eyes and looks down at her feet just noticing that she was missing something. “And now I can’t find my left shoe and these are my most favorite pair of shoes and it’s just been a shitty week.”
By now Clarke was hiccuping, the flood of tears never seeming to stop. The guy is shocked, not knowing exactly what to do or say to make this situation better. He cautiously places a hand on Clarke’s shoulder trying to gauge if she was going to blow up or not.
But it seemed like Clarke had let out all her steam last night when she had gotten up on the bar and started to dance wildly. She had let out steam when she had been strolling down the street, a bottle of vodka in hand as she sang Christmas carols at the top of her lungs.
No now Clarke was sobbing her eyes out and trying to figure out what she was going to do with the pain she felt
“I just thought we were good! Sure we didn’t see each other as often as we should’ve but I didn’t think it was a reason to break up. I also smell waffles and I really want them now.”
At this the guy jumps in, his voice wavering as he tries to figure out how much talking Clarke could handle.
“There actually are waffles. I made them. Now why don’t we got eat some and afterwards we can find your shoe and maybe call someone to come get you?”
Clarke sniffles, her tears stopping at the promise of food. She wipes her damp cheeks nodding before whispering, “Okay, I’m Clarke by the way and I’m sorry about breaking into your house.”
Another laugh makes its way past the man’s lips and it makes Clarke smile. He really was too hot for his own good. Waving a hand dismissively and a smile on his face he just replies, “I’m Bellamy and it’s fine. This is the most fun I’ve had in a while.”
Bellamy pushes himself up from the couch and turns back around holding a hand out to Clarke.
“Now should we go eat some waffles and bash your ex-boyfriend?”
This time a full blown grin makes its way onto Clarke’s face and as she slips her hand into Bellamy’s letting him pull her up, she’s infinitely glad that she allowed Raven to teach her how to pick locks. Because as her friend predicted it had been a very useful skill.