A/N: Inspired by this post. Bellarke Modern AU.
your eyes look like coming home
Summer always comes when you least expect it.
One day you’re fighting the cold of winter, wool sweaters warming freezing skin. The cold blends seamlessly into spring. Days are longer, the sun bright and cheerful in the sky during the day before settling to sleep in the cool nights.
But summer comes with no warning. The sun bakes down, scorching sidewalks and skin alike. Sunglass tan lines and red noses cover smiling faces. Summer comes with no warning but it’s always welcome.
On days like today, when the temperate hits the rare and dreaded three digits, Clarke heads to the beach. One of the upsides of living in a sleepy ocean town. She stops for an iced coffee on the way, pays for the car behind her because she believes in paying it forward when she can, and presses the Bluetooth button on her dash.
“Call Octavia,” she says out loud as she makes a left hand turn out of the parking lot. It takes five rings before her best friend picks up.
“You better be in or on your way to the hospital for calling me this early,” comes her sleepy voice on the line.
Clarke laughs and takes a sip of her coffee. “Want to meet me at the beach?”
Octavia sighs heavily and Clarke can hear the rustling of blankets. “It’s like nine in the morning. Why are you going now?”
“Because it’s going to be hot as hell today and I want to beat the crowds. I have everything we need, just bring your sweet ass and some drinks.”
She can practically hear the evil grin when Octavia responds with, “Alcholic?”
“Bring your flask,” she laughs. “I’ll be near the surfboard rental shop. Your brother working today?”
Clarke and Octavia’s older brother Bellamy have had an ongoing flirtation for awhile, something neither of them have had the nerve to actually do anything about yet. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, hoping that he’ll be around today so they can finally change that.
“Yeah, but not until noon.”
She pumps a fist in the air silently and then forces herself to chill out. “Okay, cool.”
Octavia snorts. “Okay, cool? Who are you trying to kid here, Griffin? I know you have the hots for my brother.”
“O, we’ve talked about this. You need to stay out of my love life. And your brother’s because it’s creepy.”
Octavia calls her a rude name and Clarke laughs as she ends the call.