As requested, here is Bellamyâs POV of âyou look like a movie. you sound like a song.â
Iâm dedicating this fic to @prosciuttoe because I love her and sheâs one of the main reasons I continued writing in this âverse.
Bellamyâs with Miller and Monroe when he sees her.
Sheâs turned away, leaning against the bar, and the low back of her dress makes his mouth go dry. He swallows as his eyes trace the way the gold dress hugs her curves. She looks beautiful in a way that takes his breath away.
Miller shoots him a concerned look when Bellamy excuses himself but he ignores his friend, stuffing his nervous hands into his pockets as he walks over to the bar.
Her shoulders tighten at the sound of his voice, and the reaction, so small and seemingly insignificant, stings.
But then she turns to face him and he loses the air in his lungs.
âI never expected to like you, Bellamy Blake,â her voice, quiet and low, reaches Bellamy from behind.
He turns to find Clarke standing in the kitchen doorway, considering him with steady eyes.
The music thumps through the wall, the party Bellamy decided to throw to celebrate the start of his last year of high school still going strong.
Octavia had only promised not to mention the party to their momâwho was away for the weekend with her boyfriendâif she could invite some of her own friends. Bellamy didnât think his mom would really care that he was throwing a party in the first placeâshe was a pretty hands-off parentâbut he also didnât mind if Octavia invited some people. A lot of her friends were his friends, too. Case in point: Clarke Griffin.
âIs that so?â he chuckles.
Clarke sways when she nods, more than a little tipsy, her fingers still loosely grasping a can of beer.
Bellamy steps forward, ready in case he has to catch her. He grins when she wobbles again.
Clarke pauses, her eyes fixed on his mouth. Her hand comes up to touch his smile. Her thumb presses lightly into the corner of his lips, her fingers cool against his jaw. His breath jumps and heat creeps up his neck. The smile slides off his lips, but she doesnât move her hand away.
âClarkeâŠâ his voice is unsteady.
âYou have dimples when you smile, I never noticed that before,â she says quietly.
She stares at him for another beat of silence. Then, abruptly, she lets go and steps back. Gone before Bellamy can collect himself.
He takes a deep breath and tells himself heâs had too much drink. That heâs not thinking straight.
(How else could you explain that he just wanted to kiss Clarke Griffin?)
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