#someone be a pal#and hit me up with that mistletoe/penis gingerbread/Christmas lights one#I’m looking at u friend#if you’re reading this tag it’s meant to#be#bellarke it for me please
for @swishywillow
“What are the odds?” Bellamy said, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest when he finally caught a moment with the blonde he’d been eyeing across the room all night. “I thought you were off on the West Coast, Griffin.”
“It’s winter break,” she said pointedly. “And I was not about to pass up an offer to drink some of Monty’s spiked eggnog. So,” she gestured widely to the room. “To the Christmas party I go. Or, am. Whatever.”
Bellamy smirked, looking at her Christmas sweater. Santa Paws, it read with a photo of a cat wearing a Santa hat in the middle. “Already had a lot of that eggnog, have you?”
“Words are hard,” she answered. There was a mug in her hands, full of more eggnog. “And your sweater sucks.”
Bellamy scoffed. “Octavia got it for me,” he said. It wasn’t fandom related or history related or any of Bellamy’s typically nerdy things, but rather it was a whole bunch of really ugly reindeer. “It’s hideous and I love it.”
“You’re hideous,” she countered.
“And you love me?” Bellamy filled in, repeating his sentence with a grin. Clarke rolled her eyes. “You hold stupid grudges, Clarke,” he said.
“You wear stupid sweaters.”
“Last time it was that I tied your shoes together in 3rd grade,” Bellamy said, remembering the conversation fondly. “Before that it was the fact that I borrowed a pen senior year and never returned it.”
“It was my favorite pen,” Clarke murmured into her mug.
“What is it this time?”
“Ah!” A shriek from across the room made them both jump, only it was a shriek that turned into laughter. “Ah-ha-ha-ha!” Bellamy turned to find Jasper gleefully pointing at the ceiling above them. “Guess who’s under the mistletoe!”