Bellamy Blake ☙

Bellamy hated you—no, he despised you.

Ever since the 100 landed on Earth, you had been Clarke's friend, always by her side, protecting and supporting her. It was annoying, but it didn't matter. However, there was a problem: you were extremely blunt; you had anger issues. You said everything that popped into your head, to everyone. This caused you and Bellamy to fight almost every single minute.

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

And here they were, walking together through the lush green forest. Clarke and practically everyone else were fed up with them arguing every second, so she sent them to hunt together, alone.

They walked in silence, each with their own dagger in one hand, their shoulders brushing slightly.

Suddenly, you stopped dead in your tracks upon finding a small bunch of bright blue flowers that had just bloomed. You picked one, completely fascinated by them. Bellamy rolled his eyes when you stopped. He was about to snap at you, but he couldn't utter a word as he gazed at you. He had never seen your eyes look so sweet. Your smile, so pretty and radiant. His eyes unconsciously traced your features. Now, he realized everything: your soft hair, your beautiful eyes, your pink lips, your smooth skin, your unique personality. God, he was in love. You were so beautiful.

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