Welcome to my new Bellarke fic! If you're here then you love the 100 and bellarke and so do I so we are instantly compatible. My name is Caragon but I go by Caggie or Cara so take your pick.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of The 100 characters or ideas. Damn it.

Chapter One

The Calm Before the Storm

by caggiewrites

Clarke had instantly been opposed to the opening of her dorm room to the "Around the World" freshers theme. By the time her roommate Octavia had persuaded her to do it, however, she discovered that the brunette had already bagged the United Kingdom as soon as the whole charade began.

"So, the whole asking my permission was just you attempting to be polite?" Clarke asked with mock annoyance.

Lounging on her bed, Octavia looked up with a grin, "Did it work?"

Clarke sighed, but she was unable to hide her smile. Returning to her textbook, she marvelled – not for the first time since meeting her – how close she was to Octavia Blake considering how long they'd known each other. Only the day after Clarke had received the simple name of her roommate, Octavia had contacted her insisting they meet. Clarke was sceptical at first but Octavia was very excitable and her mother Abby insisted she go. After a day of browsing for furniture to make their dorm look as good and co-ordinated as possible ("Of course it's necessary, Clarke!") and laughing so much they were sure they'd gained six packs, Clarke and Octavia had felt like they had been friends for more like six years than six hours. Cliché, but true.

Just then, Clarke was distracted by Octavia twisting her body in a painful position to locate something under her bed.

"What in god's name are you doing?"

"Well," Octavia said, her voice strained from her position. "I knew I'd persuade-"

"Bully." Clarke corrected.

Octavia ignored this, "Persuade you to do the whole 'Around the world' thing, so I brought provisions days ago."

Clarke gasped, "Octavia! What have you done?"

As if to answer her question, with one last heave, Octavia pulled two stuffed carrier bags from underneath the bed and straightened up, her face the picture of glee. Out of the bags tumbled a Union Jack explosion and Clarke groaned, getting up to inspect further.

"What is all this stuff?" Clarke said, pulling bits of triangle flags on string out of the bag.

"That's bunting, dummy." Octavia replied, rolling her eyes.

"Ohhhhhkay," Clarke pushed the bunting back in the bag. "I can't believe I'm about to say this but how much did this crap cost you? I'll pay half even though I really despise the whole thing."

"Gee, thanks, Saint Clarke," She said, getting off the bed and pulling the decorations with her. "But my brother paid for this, you and I don't pay a cent."

Clarke scoffed, "Still wrapped around your little finger?" Octavia flashed a smile. "You make him out to sound like a stud one day and a teddy bear the next."

Octavia climbed a chair, carrying the vivid bunting with her, "He's both."

Clarke turned away, not in the mood right now (would she ever?) to turn their room into a British Aladdin's cave, "A teddy bear in a leather jacket."

Four hours later, the afternoon had gotten steadily darker and proclaimed itself evening and the campus dorms had gotten decidedly busier as girls rushed around decorating their rooms. "Around the world" happened to be an open doors event (Clarke preferred her doors firmly shut), where people went from room to room as they pleased to mingle and each room had a different country's theme. Octavia informed her that doors "officially opened" at 8pm and after that could be shut whenever you'd had enough. Clarke had barely even conjured the thought of shutting their door at 8:15pm when Octavia shut that idea down ("We are going to paaaaaaaaarty, Clarke Griffin, I know you know how!"). This is how she found herself sticking a whopping great big sign covered in the British flag bearing 'OCTAVIA AND CLARKE'S BRITISH HAVEN' (which Clarke had sniggered at incessantly until Octavia's well aimed hairbrush found its mark on her head) on their dorm door.

The door next to her opened, revealing their 'neighbour': a scantily clad Raven Reyes decked in Rio de Janeiro attire.

"Brazil," Clarke commented unnecessarily as greeting to her.

"Oh yeah," Raven nodded, her eyes finding the sign Clarke was sticking up. "British haven?"

Clarke gave Raven a look, "Octavia. Hopefully it's enough to keep people out."

Raven laughed knowingly, "Come on, Clarke! I swear I've only seen you let your hair down once since we've been here and that, whilst hilarious, was you, me, Octavia, Monty and Jasper doing shots in our dorm room."

"I like to have fun! But this isn't my thing," Clarke nodded at Raven's outfit. "I'm kind of surprised it's yours."

"Oh sure!" She pulled a face. "Okay, no, but Munroe's been weirdly psyched about it and it got sort contagious." She grinned. "Speak of the devil!"

Munroe had just hurried up, looking flushed but excited, a bottle of who knows what in her hand, "Hey, Clarke! I'm glad you and Octavia are joining in, we are going to have the two best rooms in our corridor at least."

Clarke laughed, "As they say in Brazil… What is it they say in Brazil?"

Raven followed Munroe into their room, but not before turning around, "They say 'Come to Brazil'!"

"Of course," Clarke muttered to the shut door and vacated back into her own room. Seeing it several times did not help to ease the pain it caused Clarke's eyes.

It was as though a hundred champions of eating contests had stuffed themselves with Great Britain merchandise and puked it all over Clarke and Octavia's room. In the midst of the chaos, Octavia, sitting on the floor engrossed in her phone. When the door slammed, she jumped up and immediately looked guilty.

"You okay, Tavia?" Clarke narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Who are you talking to?"

"Awesome, thanks, Clarke, and no one, thanks Cl-" Octavia began but cut off with a yelp as Clarke ran at her in a bid for the phone.

Tackling her to the floor, Clarke made a grab for Octavia's mobile clenched in her fist, "No one! Okay, okay, sure! Just let me see-"

"Clarke, get off!" Octavia screeched.

Prizing her roommate's fist open, Clarke grabbed at the mobile and rolled away from Octavia, who came up to grab Clarke's waist in attempt to slow the actions of Clarke unlocking the phone easily.

"Ah, text messages!" Clarke laughed.

With a final squeal from Octavia, Clarke glimpsed the screen and almost barked a laugh.

"Aw, Tavia! Why did you think you had to hide this from me?" Clarke slumped on the floor, giggling.

Octavia sank on the floor next to her, "I hate you. Really. I'm moving out, I deserve privacy. And non tackling rights." She held up a finger to illustrate her mock sincerity.

"You do that, I-" The phone buzzed. "Well, look here!" Clarke leaped up and out of Octavia's reach again.

LINCOLN

As Octavia began to pursue, it immediately began ringing and it was Clarke's turn to adopt Octavia's usual evil grin. She pressed 'Answer' immediately, stupidly assuming it was Lincoln, the (dreamy) older boy that Octavia had met a few weeks ago and crushing on like a lost puppy ever since.

"Nice to finally talk to you, Mr Lincoln!" Clarke put on a deep voice.

Needless to say it wasn't Lincoln.

A real deep voice replied, "Lincoln? Seriously? Is this you, Octavia?"

Clarke froze, her eyes rounded in panic, and she whirled around to face Octavia who was mouthing furiously at her, "Who? Who is it? Lincoln?"

Pulling a face at Octavia, Clarke opted for a light tone to contrast the extremely pissed off one at the other end of the line, "Um, correct, this isn't Octavia. Who's speaking?"

Octavia shot daggers at Clarke, "Who are you talking to? If that's my brother and you've said-"

But the voice on the phone spoke over his sister.

"I'm Bellamy Blake. Who the hell are you?"

Hey, guys! If you're reading this you took the time to read the sample chapter of my new Bellarke story and I can't thank you ENOUGH. Please, please, please review and comment to let me know if you want me to keep writing. I plan for this to be a multi chapter including all your favourite characters from The 100 (BEST SHOW EVER) and lots of Bellarke development and most importantly - angst! (I took the idea of "Around the world" from the TV show Veronica Mars series 3 as this takes place at Veronica's campus dorms! Clarke and Octavia chose the UK because that is where I am from and it's easy to make fun of my own country)

Stay beautiful,

Caragon x