(okay so this one deviates a bit from the prompt i’m sorry no i’m not)
also clarke’s sister is raven and she’s married to wick which is why their dog is named edison
The dog next door has been howling piteously for ten minutes straight. Usually, barking dogs don’t affect Bellamy, because his sister lives in a suburban neighborhood where pretty much everyone has a dog or three. But this particular one is in a no-pets-allowed tenement building on the fifth floor.
That, and it’s kind of breaking his heart a little because the poor thing just sounds so wretched.
He raps on the door until a harried-looking blonde in a pink crown-patterned tanktop opens it. “What?” she snaps.
“You know you’re not allowed to have a pet, right?”
“Edison, hush,” she begs the dog. "I know, but he’s not my dog.”
Bellamy crosses his arms. “You can’t have a dog here. Especially not if you’re going to let the poor thing howl like that. It’s borderline neglect, princess.”
“My name’s not princess. And I’m trying to get him to shut up but he misses his family and he’s a pathetic loser puppy.”
Bellamy leans casually against her doorjamb. “Well, you can let me help, and hope nobody else has heard the dog, or I can go tell Mr. Kane you’re violating the domestic animals policy.”
She looks past the door toward the dog, then back at Bellamy. “Fine.” She gestures for him to come in and points toward the dog. “I won’t guarantee he’ll like you, though. He can be pretty grump—”
But Edison’s already interested in Bellamy, sniffing at his boots and his fingers. He’s interested enough to stop howling, and interested enough to let Bellamy scratch his ears. “There you go, buddy. It’s okay. You just miss your humans, don’t you? I bet all you need is a hug.” He scoops up the dog and continues to scratch his ears while Edison rests his chin on Bellamy’s shoulder like a tired child. “See?” he tells the blonde princess. “Easy peasy.”
She’s got her arms crossed. “Can’t blame me,” she says. “I’ve never had a pet, okay?”
“Sure,” Bellamy says. “So how’d you get landed with this bundle of cute?”
“My sister and her husband went out of town for the weekend on business, and they can’t bring Edison. I’m supposed to stay at their house, except I’m pretty sure a whole family of skunks died under the house. Or the neighbors are trying to bake the whole neighborhood. Anyway, I couldn’t sleep with the smell, so I had to bring Edison here.”
“Well, I won’t tell if you won’t,” he says. “And if you’ll let me play with him.”
She laughs. “If you can keep him from getting noticed by everyone in the building, you can play with him all you want.”
“Cool.” Bellamy sticks out his hand. “I’m Bellamy, by the way.”
Princess shakes it. “Clarke,” she tells him. “Not princess.”