Bellamy Blake, your first love. That’s what always came to mind when you thought of him, perhaps close friend was a more reasonable term to refer to him with. You knew the feelings were mutual, it was painfully obvious Bellamy held something for you that he didn’t hold for others. Complicated was a word that never got to change to understanding. You’d been put in lockup before the two of you could talk about what you were, not that he ever would’ve.

Today was the day you were granted a second chance, September 13, 2149. You and 99 other delinquents were sent to the ground to reserve oxygen use on the Ark, test subjects to see if earth was safe. And Bellamy had snuck his way onto the dropship, his goal being to protect his little sister Octavia. You weren’t even aware he was on the dropship up until the doors opened and everyone took their first steps onto earth.

You got mixed up in the crowd, exploring and experiencing earth for all that it was. When you finally managed to get to Bellamy’s side you two had a reunion that was a mix of happy and awkward. Though all the happiness was quickly subsided when you noticed John Murphy following him around like a puppy. It seemed Murphy was Bellamy’s new right hand man, and you couldn’t help the jealousy you were feeling.

It was probably causal, likely just another way for Bellamy to have control over someone and have a leader-like status. Though you couldn’t help but glare at the fellow boy as if he’d taken away the nicest thing you’d ever had. Murphy on the other hand? He seemed almost amused, as if he could read through the lines and understood everything going on. He was sending you smug grins despite his lack of interest in Bellamy, he just ached for a fight.

Bellamy was growing tired of your annoyance and persistent closeness, his eyes narrowed as you invaded his personal space. He knew what everything was about, the looks, the jealousy, the hurt.. but he wasn’t going to discuss it. Bellamy didn’t do heartfelt discussions, no, he did hateful words he’d have immense trouble taking back. “What the hell is your problem, {{user}}?” He snapped at you, his hands on his hips. “Stop following me around, make yourself useful for once and help Atom collect supplies.”