~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bellamy's Point of View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was hoping that some time alone would get my mind off her…. but I was wrong. In fact, suddenly everything I saw reminded me of Clarke— the golden waves on sunlight on the forest floor seemed to mold into locks of her wavy blonde hair. The blue sky reminded me of her eyes. I was wandering aimlessly through the forest, surrounded by nothing but green trees, damp moss, the bright sun, and a blue sky. This is where I felt the most at peace, surrounded by nothing but green. But even that couldn't distract me.

It wasn't until well after noon that I finally came across an animal large enough to feed more than a few people. Standing in a small green clearing was a deer. It had its head in the grass, completely oblivious to my seemingly sudden emergence, the only thing separating the us was a stream. I watched the creature for a bit, trying to decide whether or not to cross the stream. I took a few more steps forward, the toes of my boots just barely touching the water, and brought the rifle to shoulder. Looking down the scope, I placed my sights over its heart. My finger lingered above the trigger as I took a deep breath of damp woody air, and watched the animal. I slowly brought my finger to the trigger and squeezed. A loud bang echoed through the forest, leaving my ears ringing. I lowered my rifle and expected to see the deer lying on the ground, but to my surprise, the deer quickly bounded off— I had missed completely.

I slung the rifle over my shoulder with annoyance and let out a loud sigh. I looked down at the clear water in the stream at my feet and kicked it with frustration. The clear water clouded with small pebbles, dirt, and woody debris. I was distracted, that's why I missed a normally effortless shot. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes, almost as if it was able to get her out of my head. But it didn't work. Admitting defeat, I opened my eyes and readied myself to journey back to the dropship, but that's when I noticed a large boulder on the other side of the stream. Instead of turning in the direction I came from, I chose to sit by the stream a bit. So I crossed the stream, and took a seat on the rock. I sat with my head in my hands as the previous night's events played through my head— Clarke lying completely naked in front of me. I remembered the way she moved, like this wasn't just some drunken idea, but a sober desire. It was making me really flustered, because deep down I knew that I had wanted her just as bad.

I sat for awhile longer thinking about Clarke, until I realized the sun beginning to set. I figured this was as good a sign as any, took it as my cue to start heading back to the dropship. Along the journey back to the dropship I memorized the route I had taken, I liked the stream and wanted to come back again. I took my time.

By the time night had fallen, I was almost to the dropship. I could hear the shouts of excited teens and see the orange glow the bonfire bounced through the treetops. I could see the wall— no more than thirty yards away— when out of the corner of my eye something caught my attention. Perched upon tree branches and trunks were thousands of butterflies glowing in the dark. They were all a similar striking blue— almost the same shade as Clarke's eyes— and each just as beautiful as the last. I stood in awe, my mouth slightly open as I watched them flapping their wings. What I completely failed to notice was the blonde haired girl standing in the middle of the swarm, with a slight blue glow reflecting off her hair and skin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Clarke's Point of View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Beautiful…. That was the only word I could think of to describe the kaleidoscope of butterflies I was standing in. I remember my father telling me that's what they called a group of butterflies— a kaleidoscope. Standing here now, I think it's the perfect way to describe them. To an artist's eye they aren't all the same electric shade of blue, some were a bit lighter or darker. They cast a blue glow amongst the trees, giving the illusion I was somehow underwater.

I had come out here about an hour ago to wait for Bellamy, and it wasn't until the night covered the forest like a blanket that the butterflies had come out. I had been sitting on a moss covered rock when the first few came out, I sat in awe as I watched the trees erupt in a blue aura. I rose to my feet and stood in the middle of the path and smiled. That's when I heard a stick snap.

My head whirled to the side as I found the source of the sound, Bellamy. I took in his appearance— his hair a mop of dark messy curls, his relaxed face, his That's when he noticed me. Our eyes locked and his mouth stood slightly agape, almost as if he were surprised to see me. I smiled at him, which seemed to calm him down a bit, but he still acted troubled. It was evident as he walked towards me, his steps were the slightest bit shaky and his hands trembled.

"I've been waiting for you." I chose to speak first. He now stood only a few feet from me.

"Why?"

"I had to talk to you," I started. "about last night." Bellamy's attitude shifted and he seemed to get annoyed.

"Listen I get it, you regret what happened and you don't want me to mention it to anyone. Don't worry Princess—"

"Actually, I don't regret it." I cut him off. "Do you?" I said a little hurt.

"No"

"Good."

"Good." He nodded his head. "So you won't mind if I do this?" He closed the remaining space between us and placed his hand on my cheek. His eyes lingered on mine before he placed his lips on my own. The kiss started out slow, almost painfully slow. His lips were far softer than I remembered. Sensing my eagerness he quickened the pace. My fingers became woven in his messy curls. Bellamy's free hand tightly gripped my waist. My body felt like it was on fire— every nerve in my body was tingling. Bellamy parted my lips and slipped his tongue in. I moaned in response. I wanted more, and it hadn't even been a full day since we'd been together. Then, as quickly as it started, he pulled away, leaving me in a daze.

"What does this mean?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Me either." He paused. "I think we should keep it quiet for now."

"I agree." I looked into his eyes. "Plus, sneaking around camp will be pretty fun." I said adding a smirk.

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