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Clarke was sat outside in her bikini and her art supplies, sunbathing whilst drawing the fabulous outdoors. It was hot outside, like abnormally hot, where she lived the sun seemed like a distant myth; or a deviance of nature, so when it rarely showed its face, Clarke enjoyed taking advantage of it.
“Good day sunshine, Good day sunshine, Good day sunshine. I need to laugh, and when the sun is out I've got something I can laugh abo-“Clarke was happily singing (or screaming considering the extreme lack of vocal talent she faced.) “CAN YOU PLEASE STOP RUINING GOOD SONGS?” A grumpy voice bellowed from the other side of her hedge. Her house was on a sweet little street, everyone knew everyone and she grew up on it, but she certainly didn’t know this voice. As she snapped her neck up to see the owner, she was greeted with freckles and brown eyes that made her weak at the knees.
Seeing this face almost made her forget why blood was pumping through her body at an extremely fast rate. “Depends on what you class as ruining them asshat” she sweetly smiled up at him, pulling the shades over her eyes (so she could ogle him without giving him the satisfaction) and taking a sip of her iced tea. He appeared to have missed her response, as he was just staring at her body. She was suddenly extremely glad she chose to wear a bikini. Eventually (comically late) the new boy replied, “You just thinking about them is likely to cause extreme damage due to your inability to hold a tune”, just as Clarke was about to get annoyed, no matter how much his eyes made her feel gooey, he sent her a smirk that seemed to summarise his whole persona- if someone could describe themselves with one action this would definitely be his. Clarke found herself smirking back, “blame my dad for that” and turned away, desperately hoping the boy would carry on this conversation.
When he didn’t Clarke was extremely disappointed, until she heard soft strumming coming from where he was standing moments ago. “Good day sunshine, Good day sunshine, Good day sunshine. And then we lie, beneath a shady tree, I love her and she's loving me. She feels good, she knows she's looking fine. I'm so proud to know that she is mine” he didn’t look at her for the whole verse until the word mine, where he put the guitar down and just winked at her. “Now that’s singing blondie- oops shouldn’t have called you that, it’s an insult to Debbie Harry. Clarke swiftly replied “Not bad new guy, not bad at all- still not good though”. They quickly got started into a conversation about music occasionally screaming in delight or roaring in outrage depending on the artists they discuss (“I’m so glad you agree that The Who are underrated Blondie, I’m nicely surprised” or “MILEY CYRUS- REALLY DUDE?”).
Clarke was shocked when her alarm went off, letting her know she had to get ready, and she saw that they had been talking for hours. “Hey, look sorry I have to go, but it’s good to know I’m not the only teenager who still appreciates good music- apart from Tay-Tay new guy, she is guilty pleasure music only!” As Clarke teased him she was feeling dejected, wishing she could carry this on. “Well as much as I like these nicknames you should probably know my name isn’t ‘new guy’ it’s Bellamy, and I’m your new neighbour” he reached his long gangly arm up to his face and did a weird awkward salute with two fingers. Clarke laughed, shaking her head and told him her name, welcoming him to the neighbourhood. She finally managed to tear herself away from him and walked through the doors into her house feeling lighter than she had her whole life, unable to wipe the smile from her face.