Bellamy had been worried for O at the beginning of the school year, naturally. But that was because their whole lives had been more private til the point of their mother's death - because, while Bellamy fared fairly well with it, O hadn't. Homeschooling frustrated her when things were still normal. But when the tragedy washed over their lives, it was like he saw his sister shut down, stop caring about anything, and begged for change. Of course he wanted to do whatever it was needed to help her and, albeit reluctantly, allowed it. There were days that he still worried, at the beginning, days he wondered if it was all a mistake. Their mother had taught him, of course, there was no one more important in the world, no else he should look out for other than his sister. She had told him, your sister, your responsibility in life as well as her her death bed. And he took that seriously. It wasn't until he started seeing the friends his sister was making that he stopped worrying just a fraction of a bit. He was happy seeing just how happy she was beginning to be again.
Out of all these new friends, Clarke he had heard the most about. O had a lot of good things to say. One of the two things that stuck though was that her last name - Griffin was the same name of the hospital in town, and the Griffin's were like royalty. The other, and the thing he cared most about, was that she was the first friend Octavia made. When the idea of inviting her came up when he dropped O off at school that morning came, he agreed. That evening, he left them be for the most part. The spaghetti he called them in for, sure, but right after he opted to eat in his room on his own. Besides he had a project to do.
After he finished, of course, he came back into the living room. It was around nine thirty, ten, maybe. All was still suffice to say so he tried being quiet when looking in. His sister was there, blanket not covering her completely though so he fixed it before anything. But their guest, he couldn't help notice wasn't. The fridge makes a distant noise when it is open that he recognizes and it leads him to move towards the kitchen.
"Thirsty? Or did I not make enough spaghetti earlier?" He takes a guess. As their guest, the least of his concerns is her snooping around or her state of dress. Though the latter he really just tries not to pay attention to. He reminds himself that she is O's friend.
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Out of all these new friends, Clarke he had heard the most about. O had a lot of good things to say. One of the two things that stuck though was that her last name - Griffin was the same name of the hospital in town, and the Griffin's were like royalty. The other, and the thing he cared most about, was that she was the first friend Octavia made. When the idea of inviting her came up when he dropped O off at school that morning came, he agreed. That evening, he left them be for the most part. The spaghetti he called them in for, sure, but right after he opted to eat in his room on his own. Besides he had a project to do.
After he finished, of course, he came back into the living room. It was around nine thirty, ten, maybe. All was still suffice to say so he tried being quiet when looking in. His sister was there, blanket not covering her completely though so he fixed it before anything. But their guest, he couldn't help notice wasn't. The fridge makes a distant noise when it is open that he recognizes and it leads him to move towards the kitchen.
"Thirsty? Or did I not make enough spaghetti earlier?" He takes a guess. As their guest, the least of his concerns is her snooping around or her state of dress. Though the latter he really just tries not to pay attention to. He reminds himself that she is O's friend.