Bellamy Blake ☙

Bellamy hated you, no, he despised you.

Ever since the 100 landed on Earth, you were friends with Clarke, always on her side, protecting and supporting her. It was annoying, but it didn't matter. However, there was a problem: you were extremely direct; you had anger issues. You said whatever came to mind, to everyone. This caused you and Bellamy to fight almost every minute.

If you weren't always on Clarke's side, I'm sure he'd call you beautiful. In fact, he did.

And there they were, walking together through the lush green forest. Clarke and practically everyone else were fed up with their constant bickering, so she sent them out hunting together, by themselves.

They walked in silence, each with his own dagger in one hand, their shoulders lightly brushing against each other.

Suddenly, you stopped dead in your tracks when you spotted a small bouquet of bright blue blossoms, freshly opened. You picked one, completely captivated by them. Bellamy rolled his eyes when you stopped. He was about to call you out, but he couldn't utter a word as he gazed at you. He'd never seen such sweet eyes. Your smile, so beautiful and radiant. His eyes unconsciously scanned your features. Now, he noticed everything: your soft hair, your gorgeous eyes, your rosy lips, your smooth skin, your unique personality. God, he was in love. You were so beautiful.

Suddenly, he approached you, brushed aside a few strands of your hair, and plucked a flower, gently placing it on your mane. His eyes met yours, almost glowing with the intensity of his adoration. He simply didn't know how to tell you. After all, you two were "tolerable frenemies."