Clarke was a horrible house guest. She knew it, too.
She was up late, she kept the TV on, she forgot to change the toilet paper roll, she used up the last of the coffee without making more. She was horrible and she knew she needed to move back home. But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to go back to her small little apartment all on her own.
So instead she stayed with Octavia and Bellamy and she stayed up half the night watching shows on their Netflix account, eating all of their chocolate ice cream.
After a couple nights of this, Bellamy started wandering out of his bedroom onto the couch to watch Friends with her.
She raised an eyebrow at him the first night when he passed a bowl of popcorn to him, but he just shrugged and said simply, “Couldn’t sleep.” And then it became habit. About an hour into whatever show Clarke had been watching, Bellamy would come out of his room, wander into the kitchen and then plop down onto the couch with her and pass whatever snack he’d gotten ready for that night.
She didn’t want to tell him how good it felt to just be next to someone for a while, so instead she would hand him the remote and let him pick the episode.
One night, they sat on the couch as the credits rolled, both too lazy to lean forward to grab the remote, so she rolled over onto her side and he smiled at her.
“Tell me a secret,” she whispered.
He sighed and dipped his chin down onto his chest, avoiding his eyes. “I’ve started drinking coffee every night before I come out here,” he whispered back.
Clarke felt a blush creep up her neck at his confession, but she ignored it and leaned over into him. He looked down at her startled, but wrapped his arm around her.
“Alright,” he said, leaning forward to grab the remote. “Next episode?”