What makes a family? Don’t ask. Bellarke, from other people’s point of view.
Dedicated to Jordan
Strength Enough To Build A Home
Jasper dreads it whenever Clarke’s in a bad mood, because she always takes it out on Bellamy, who in turn takes it out on everybody else.
So, one morning, when Clarke’s even-I-can’t-believe-how-pissed-off-I-am-right-now voice breaks the forest stillness, it’s mere instinct on Jasper’s part that prompts him to sigh and steel himself for whatever bullshit errand Bellamy will undoubtedly send him on in the very near future.
What he gathers from Clarke’s tirade is that some people have been busted for sneaking out. They couldn’t have picked a worse time, because the princess was up all night nursing the bedridden victims of a nasty flu outbreak and, thus, she is in no mood to gently rebuke.
Jasper hears Bellamy march up and demand, “What’s going on here?” Quick as a flash, Clarke rounds on him, and there’s the patter of scurrying feet as the other kids make themselves scarce.
Firewood, Jasper thinks miserably. Bellamy’s going to make me chop enough firewood to burn down a small kingdom.
The tent flap lifts upon Monty’s return from the bathroom. “Mom and Dad are fighting again,” he complains, rubbing his bleary eyes.