Chapter 3

I spend the morning painting in my room. By the time it turns 11:30, the white canvas had turned into a mess of colors that reflected my thoughts. The red and black slashes of paint were created from my frustration and anger. Mostly sparked from Bellamy's presence. The green and grey represented my confusion. I loved my life, but I couldn't help but think that there was more out there waiting for me. The light blues, pinks, and oranges covered a majority of my painting, representing the happiness that filled my life. Typically I don't simply splatter paint on a canvas and call it art. I do this as a form of telling my thoughts. Some people like journal-ling, I like painting. I love to paint meaningful figures and places. Most of them were my dad, who died four years ago, or places that reminded me of him. I sigh and begin to clean my room up. Walking past Bellamy laying on the couch in the living room, as I walk past Bellamy, he looks up and asks, "What happened to you?"

"What?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"You're covered in paint." Bellamy responds.

I look down at my white t shirt and find it to be covered in paint splatters. "Oh yeah I was painting." I say as I hold the ends of my shirt out, looking at all the colors now dried on the white fabric.

"I didn't know you were an artist." Bellamy says in surprise.

"I'm not an artist." I say chuckling. I never really liked using that term to describe myself. My art was personal and not something I felt comfortable hanging up for all to see. "Um well lunch is soon so I'm gonna get ready." I say as I walk back to my room.

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The walk to Octavia's favorite lunch spot was an uncomfortable 20 minutes. I hate silence but couldn't find it in me to talk to Bellamy. We only ended up bickering over dumb things.

We walk into the restaurant and see the Blake sister sitting on the other side of the restaurant against a window. I smile at Octavia as she spots us and waves us over. I snag a seat next to Octavia and Bellamy sits across from us.

"Hey guys! I ordered us the best sandwiches ever!" Octavia says.

"Why are you so chipper?" I ask her with a small smile.

"Because my best friend and big brother are here." Octavia says looking at both of us with an even bigger smile.

"Alright what's going on?" Bellamy asks, the tone in his voice clearly showing his annoyance with the two of us.

"I wanted you two to be here to plan out what's going on. With my wedding," Octavia looks at Bellamy who's shoulders tense at the mentioning of her wedding, "and the living situation for Bellamy."

"Wait what living situation for Bellamy?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows.

"Well I was thinking that since Bellamy doesn't have anywhere to stay, He could stay with you, Clarke, until he finds his own place. I mean he could stay with me and Lincoln but I think it'd be easier if he stayed at your apartment." Octavia says, wincing.

"What?" Bellamy and I say in unison.

"I mean it's only temporary. You'll find an apartment soon Bell." Octavia says reassuringly to Bellamy.

"How soon?" I ask impatiently to Bellamy who did not seem to enjoy this anymore than I do.

"I'll start looking soon." Bellamy quickly responds. "Anyways, that's not even my biggest concern at the moment. Octavia, you can't just get married."

"Yes I can, Bell. I love Lincoln." Octavia says, eyes full of emotion and hurt. "I know that ever since mom and dad, marriage and this serious type of commitment is scary but I'm ready now. I'm ready to marry the man I love."

Bellamy shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. For a while we sit in silence, Octavia staring at Bellamy with big, pleading brown eyes.

"When's the wedding?" Bellamy grumbles.

"January 21st." Octavia says with a small grin and sparkle in her eye. I smile at Octavia when she says the date of the wedding, the words making her smile.

"Ok." Bellamy looks up, his harsh facial features softening, saying, "If this is what you really want I guess I can't change your mind."

Octavia squeals and grabs his hand.

"But if you have any doubts and I mean any doubts then I wouldn't be opposed to you cancelling the wedding." Bellamy says jokingly with small smile. While he said it light-heartedly, the words were serious and full of promise.

Octavia nods and says, "There's one more thing I want to ask the both of you actually."

Bellamy and I make eye contact and I ask, "What is it now?"

"Well when you say it like that then I don't wanna ask you." Octavia says, crossing her arms and looking out the window dramatically.

"O, come on spill." I say putting my arms around her. "You know you want to." I say tauntingly. Octavia could never keep a secret and would always break when she tried to keep sometime secret.

"Ok fine." Octavia turns towards me and says, "Clarke, we've been best friends forever and I can't imagine you not being by my side at my wedding. Would you be my maid of honor?"

"Holy shit! Ye-yeah O!" I squeal and wrap my arms around her. "I'm honored."

Octavia then faces back to Bellamy and asks, "Bell, would you walk me down the aisle? I know that you might not be the happiest about this wedding but with dad gone I can't think of anyone else that..."

"Of course Octavia." Bellamy says with a smile.

"Good because I'm not sure if I could do any of this without you two." Octavia says, eyes glistening looking at us both.

"Come on, O, don't cry." I say, "You'll make me cry."

"Yeah and we all know that you're not a pretty crier." Bellamy says.

"Oh shut up and stop ruining the moment." I say and punch his arm from across the table.

"Ouch princess that hurt." Bellamy says sarcastically, cradling his shoulder.

"Stop your bickering you two." Octavia says with a giggle and wipes her eyes.

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The three of us get back to the apartment and collapsed on the couch. Bellamy and I argued what to watch on TV while we flipped through wedding magazines and apartment ads. I wanted to watch Friends. Bellamy argued that it was overrated. I flipped him off. Bellamy wanted to watch some stupid documentary. Octavia and I shut that down. While Bellamy and I debated the high quality show that was Friends, Octavia quietly started playing Beauty and the Beast. When Bellamy and I finally realized that Octavia had went rogue, Bellamy sighed and mumbled something inaudible and I whispered while I snuggled up next to Octavia, "You always get to choose."

For the next hour, we sat peacefully watching the movie with the occasional outburst of whispering, gawking over a beautiful wedding dress or an elaborate venue.

Right as I was circling a beautiful bouquet in pink highlighter, three voices burst through the door shouting, "Clarkey, Tavia!"

I look up and see Raven, Monty, and Jasper smiling down at Octavia and I.

"Hey guys. What's up?" I ask, looking back down at my magazine.

"Nothing much. Decided to stop by to see our favorite people. Oh and Bellamy hey you're here too." Jasper says with a sheepish smile. Bellamy simply nods in their direction before facing the TV.

"It's in the pantry." Octavia simply says, dismissively.

"What's in the pantry?" Bellamy asks propping himself up to look in the direction of the kitchen, as if he could see what they were doing from a room away.

"Chocolate chip cookies." I say simply. The curiosity is Bellamy's face disappears into disinterest when I answer him. I can't help but grin when the small sign of excitement is gone when the mystery of the pantry is revealed.

"Not just cookies, Clarke. Only the best cookies on earth!" Octavia says in a completely serious tone. Octavia shifts to face Bellamy and says, "Clarke makes the best chocolate chip cookies and denies it." Octavia says in disbelief.

"Oh come on, Octavia, they're just cookies." I say.

"You cook?" Bellamy says in surprise.

"Oh don't get any ideas. I can only make cookies. The rest of the cooking, my dear friend, is up to you." I say with a wink.

"Who said I'm cooking for you?" Bellamy scoffs.

"Payment. You stay here, you cook." I state simply.

"Alright Ms. Griffin, would you like cereal or an egg for you breakfast tomorrow?" Bellamy asks in a mocking tone.

"Actually I would like waffles. Make sure when I wake up they're there. Oh and don't forget it's breakfast in bed." I retort flipping my hair. Bellamy simply rolls his eyes starts watching the movie again. I couldn't help but notice the dimples that appeared on his face when he smiled. Usually when we interacted we were bickering and the appearance of his dimples were rare. I shook my head smiling and snuggled up next to Octavia. Raven, Monty, and Jasper came with multiple cookies in their hands and plopped down on the couch and I rolled my eyes. I was going to have to make more.

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So this was a shorter chapter but with finals and stuff I can't spend too much of my time writing! Hope you enjoyed!

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