The Third Wheel

[cherry2]

Wells adjusted his tie for what was probably the millionth time in the mirror. He’d never been so nervous in his life and felt an uncomfortable pain in his stomach. They weren’t butterflies, they were pterodactyls. He finally took a deep breath and turned away, making his way out to find his date for tonight’s dance. With every step he took, excitement grew and also something akin to panic.

He and Octavia had danced around each other and flirted for what felt like ages before Wells finally mustered up the courage to ask her out on an actual date. He’d told himself that he’d just been waiting for the right opportunity but really he’d just been scared out of his mind. When the right opportunity arose, he couldn’t hide any longer. She was one of the most beautiful people he’d ever met, inside and out, and he was terrified she’d reject him. So when she didn’t, he immediately asked Clarke, his best friend desperately for help. And she did, right down to helping him pick out the tie he was now fiddling with. Again.

Finally arriving at her door, Wells paused. Swallowing and taking steady breaths, he slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door. He knew she was going to look stunning tonight, even better than he could ever dream. So when she didn’t answer, needless to say Wells felt a little taken aback. “Oh.” Oh? Really Wells, get it together. He recognised the man in front of him with his arms folded over his chest as a member of the guard, Bellamy. “Is…umm…Is Octavia here?” He gave the man an awkward smile and immediately stopped when it wasn’t returned.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: blake & cherry2

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was not the slightest bit thrilled about this idea. Octavia. Going on a date. With the Chancellor's son. It was bad enough that she was going on a date . . . but with Wells Jaha?! It was risky. Dangerous. And Bellamy didn't like it. Even though they couldn't say that they were brother and sister, he could damn well act like a brother as her guardian -- a fact that was more well known. But if Wells paid too much attention to her, if Jaha delved too deep into her background, there was always the risk of the true nature of her birth being discovered: that she was an illegal second child. He had wanted her to go out and blend in . . . not draw the attention of the Chancellor's son.

But despite his lecture and efforts to bring this to a quick halt, she was going on a date with him. The catch was: he was going too. Like hell he was going to send his sister out by herself. He knew what guys wanted, he knew what was on their minds . . . and he doubted Jaha Junior was any exception. When there was a knock at the door, Bellamy went to answer it. He already knew who it was but he still stood there, giving him a look. One that held a hint of disapproving as well as a touch of warning. Wells may be smiling but Bellamy wasn't. "Yeah. You can wait out here until she's ready," he told him. He didn't care that it was blunt and rude. He knew that as the Chancellor's son, Bellamy should be respectful toward him. But right now, all he could see was the guy who had asked out his sister . . . and that role was more dominating than his family's high ranking position in the Ark.

[blake]

Octavia Blake

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I don't want to survive. I want to live.

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Bellamy was her brother and she loved him with everything fiber of herself--but he was not going to ruin this for her and if he tried she was going to kill him. When Wells knocked, Bellamy got to the door first. O glared at his back until he talked down to Wells. With a huff of disapproval, O lightly pushed him as she slide around her. "Stop!" Then she turned to Wells and her eyes widened slightly, and a smile broke out on her face. "Hey," She said with a slightly higher pitch to her tone. Wells looked so handsome tonight, and every girl in her class would surly be jealous of the fact that she was on his arm tonight.

"I'm ready to go." She told him stepping closer but then pausing and looking back at her brother. "Will you grab my coat for me? I left it on my bed." With a bright puppy face smile, she waited until Bellamy had moved deeper in the room to grab it. Once he did she lost her smile, reached forward to pull the door behind her to shut him. She had locked it, and while it would only take him a second to unlock it--it was a second more she had to get away. Looping her arm with Wells' she tired to get him to hurry down the hall. "Walk quickly." She told him, because there was no way in hell Bellamy was going on this date too!

[cherry2]

Bellamy didn’t like him; that much was obvious. Right down to the look in his eyes. It was a look that said, he was armed and ready to fire should the need arise. Wells became very aware of the weapon holstered at his hip. But despite the unexpected start to their night Wells still held high hopes. And the moment he saw Octavia he could swear his heart skipped a beat. Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it, and for a moment it was like they were the only two people in the universe. He was at a loss for words. "I'm ready to go." He smiled, about to take her hand when she turned and asked Bellamy to get her coat. That was when a series of events occurred that Wells couldn’t really keep track of.

She locked the door. Octavia locked the door?! On the scary guard who probably hated him before, and definitely hated him now. Wells wasn’t ready to get shot. “Did you just…?” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before Octavia began leading him down the corridor. “Was that really a good idea?” Wells asked incredulously looking back, barely able to keep up with his date. “You look really beautiful by the way.” He said, now going from a brisk walk to a jog. Wow, perfect timing Wells. This evening was going off to a really great start.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: blake & cherry2

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy wasn't an idiot. He knew that her 'forgetting her coat' was just an excuse to try and ditch him. He still however went to retrieve it, not at all surprised to hear the two of them shuffle out of there real quick. He didn't panic. Hell, he barley even moved his pace. He just casually picked up her coat, and made his way out into the hallway, locking the door to their apartment. There was no way she was going to get rid of him that easily . . . in fact, there was no way she was going to get rid of him. These were the conditions he had placed upon her going on this date. It was either he come along, or no date at all.

Granted, giving Octavia this kind of ultimatum was never a good idea but he had do regardless. This wasn't his idea of fun either. To have to chaperone a date with his sister and some guy who was only thinking about getting in her pants. Bellamy caught up to them with ease. In fact, once he was near enough, he casually pushed himself in between them, separating them from whatever link they had as he walked in between: Octavia on one side, Wells on the other. "Here's your coat," he said nonchalantly passing it to her. "And don't get cute," he warned her. "You know what we agreed on." Otherwise, he would call this off real face. He then glanced at Wells, giving him a warning look. "And you, stay on this side. Don't get wise." Ordering the Chancellor's son wasn't always a good idea . . . but tonight, he was not Wells Jaha son of Chancellor Thelonious Jaha. He was the guy who asked Octavia Blake, sister of Bellamy Blake, out on a date.