Chapter 33

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A small group of delinquents crowded in front of a small section of blue tarp that covered the glitchy screen. Addison was among them toward the front beside Raven, hands shoved in the warm pockets of her thin, blue zip-up jacket as she shifted from one foot to the other, absentmindedly mimicking Raven's current stance.

Addison's brown eyes were blankly glued to the screen as Chancellor Jaha's speech crackled through.

Not once did the Chancellor's voice transmit to her —she was too invested in the memory of the moment she and Octavia had shared in the butterfly field. Two days . . . Two days since their lips locked. Two days since Addison stupidly sent Octavia on her way with Lincoln, much to the brunette's dismay, but somewhere deep inside, Addison felt it was the right thing to do.

If Octavia was happy, Addison was happy. To an extent.

Of course she didn't tell anyone about Octavia and Lincoln's status. Even if he wasn't a Grounder and a member of the 100 instead, she still would keep her lips sealed —it wasn't her place, and she respected Octavia too much to do that to her.

Even if she got the okay from Octavia to tell Liam or even Raven, she wouldn't have been able to—she's been too absorbed in Bellamy's weapon training and watching the post Bellamy let her choose. During the day she trains with Bellamy; shooting round after round at their own contests, and dismantling the rifle before putting it back together. At night, she guards her post.

"You shut up, Miller. No one's forcing you to watch," Raven's voice snaps Addison back to reality.

She rapidly blinks the dryness in her eyes from them being open for so long and takes her hands out of her jacket pockets. Her right hand rests and re-adjusts the newly made strap on her shoulder she made for her rifle. A pistol's tucked in the waistband of her pants, it's handgrip acting as an armrest for her left arm. Shortly after her return from the small river she found to bathe in, that didn't have any large serpent snakes, Bellamy gave her a 9mm he had found in the bunker with the rifles for day-to-day safekeeping—like the knife Octavia made for her she keeps tucked in her left boot—since Addison only carries the rifle around when keeping watch or before a shift.

"For 97 years, we have eked out an existence hoping that someday our descendants would return to Earth..."

Addison sighs softly, tuning out Chancellor Jaha's speech again. Her eyes drift around camp; the delinquents that weren't gathered around the small screen are working, doing their assigned tasks.

A nudge brings her back to the screen, eyes snapping to the owner of the elbow that nudged her. "You good?"

Addison nods, "Yeah. The late nights are just kicking my ass," she responds to Raven with a tired smile.

She wasn't entirely lying, but she wasn't telling the truth, either. She can't get that stubborn strong-willed girl out of her head, and she ultimately curses herself for it.

"You sure?" Raven says softer, concern clear as day in her tone.

Addison sighs ever so softly, turning her gaze away from the screen and to her muddy boots. "I'm fine, Raven."

"You've been distant," Raven's persistence quickly fuels Addison, a scoff coming from the younger brunette.

"I've been busy." She snaps, clenching her jaw and knuckles turning white from the iron grip she has on the strap of her rifle. Her nails poke the palms of her hands through the strap, her tight grip loosening. "I've gotta go..." she whispers, ignoring Raven's calls.

Raven wasn't wrong, she has been distant, from everyone, except for Bellamy. She's spent most of her time with him more than anyone, and has actually formed a friendship with the last person she'd expect and who she genuinely enjoys hanging around.

She marches to the wall, nodding at the kid that guards it during the day. "I got it, go."

He's quick to listen, his figure scurrying away deeper into camp. She fixes her gaze on the trees, slinging her rifle from her shoulder, and holds it loosely in her hands.

Jasper's shouting is soon heard, "Whoo! Yeah!" She glances over her shoulder, watching as he comes out of the Monty's small moonshining tent. He lifts the large jug over his head, showing it off to the delinquents. "Monty strikes again! Call this batch, Unity Juice! Who's thirsty?!"

Cheers erupted loudly, the brunette scoffing under her breath with a small smile and chuckle, shaking her head at Jasper. "Oh, boy..."

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"Addison," she keeps the rifle tucked into her shoulder, glancing over her shoulder at the figure whose voice it belongs to.

"Hey, Bellamy," she greets, the corner of her lips tugging. He stops by her, looking out into the now dark patch of woods she's been staring at since Chancellor Jaha's finished his speech about Unity Day. "What's up?"

Addison breaks the silence, flickering her eyes to the Blake boy. He keeps his eyes on the woods and holds his hand out, palm facing the dark sky.

"Uhh...I'm not gonna hold your hand," she chuckles, rotating her shoulders to relive her tight muscles and aching neck.

Bellamy snorts, chuckling as he flicks his eyes to the girl. "That's not why it's out there," she lifts a brow, glancing down at his open hand. "Your gun, hand it over."

Addison immediately turns her body and hides it, body going up in defence mode, like if she were to be holding a small child and protecting them from something. "You are not taking this away from me, Bellamy Blake."

Her eyes narrow up at the boy, daring him to take it out of her hands. "I only want it so you can have fun. It is Unity Day, after all, and everyone's celebrating."

Addison's body relaxes, revealing the gun to Bellamy once again. "This is my post. I'm not abandoning it," she replies sternly, looking back out into the dark woods.

"You're not gonna be abandoning it." Bellamy tells her matter-of-factly, "You'll be allowing someone else to keep watch while you have fun."

Addison once again furrows her brows, eyeing the boy that stands on her right. "Are you gonna be taking my place?"

"No, I am."

Addison moves her eyes to the new figure, a smile gracing her lips. Despite the confrontation of her lockup from him, she was still more than happy to see him. "Liam?" he nods, stopping in between his best friend and Bellamy. "You're not gonna be celebrating?" she asked in shock.

Liam would never miss the opportunity for a good Unity Day Celebration, neither would Addison, but she has a job to do. Keep watch and make sure no Grounders attack camp.

"Tonight is about you, Addison." He chuckles out, hands going in front of him and gestures for her rifle. "Bellamy's right...go have fun, okay? You deserve it," he smiles.

Addison sighs, flickering her eyes between Bellamy and Liam. "You guys aren't gonna let me say no, are you..." each boy smirks, glancing at each other, before they look back at Addison. "Alright fine," she complies, slinging the strap of her rifle off and hands Liam the rifle.

He tucks it in his shoulder, nodding to the commotion of drunk teens. "Go."

"Pistol, too..." Bellamy says, taking a step with his palm opened again. "Precautions," he simply says with Addison gives him a look.

Addison nods with pressed lips, slipping the black handgun from her waistband, and hands it to the Blake boy. Bellamy then juts his chin out to the partying area. The brunette eyes the boys one last time before leaving her post. The moment she enters the party area, a cup of Monty's Unity Juice is shoved into her hands by some girl.

"Here you go," she slurs with a smirk, Addison's nose crinkling at the smell of the strong alcohol on her breath. "Find me later..." she winks before stumbling away, shouting inaudible nonsense.

"Come to join the party?" Addison finds Dawson making his way to her, a cup of Unity Juice in his hands, too. "This stuff's good, too." The boy slurs at the end, taking a sip of his.

Addison responds, sniffing the dark liquid with distaste. "The whiskey I drank in that old car smelt better than this," her nose wrinkles up again, eyes widen and brows raising. "I've already encountered someone drunk off this stuff, and I already miss the effect of those hallucination nuts."

Dawson chuckles, the alcohol on his breath not nearly as strong as the girl's Addison was just talking about.

"The party's in full swing. We have a game of Spin the Bottle over there," Dawson points to the left of the campfire near the tents.

"Dawson, that's not Spin the Bottle." The brunette immediately interrupts, taking her first sip of Unity Juice.

"It's Spin the Bottle, just without the bottle. So it's Spin the....uh....whatever they're using." Addison nearly chokes on the strong liquid in her mouth from her laughter. Dawson narrows his eyes at her, unamused, before continuing. He points to the other side of the group that plays spin the bottle to another group, "Over there is a game of Never Have I Ever, and—"

"Addison!"

The brunette snaps her head to the familiar voice, brown eyes immediately widening in concern as she watches their body sway and stumble. "Who let her drink?" she asks Dawson quickly, snapping her eyes to him, before she's shrieking. "Clarke!"

The blonde giggles, Addison groaning. "About time you've joined the party!" Clarke slurs out excitedly, arms still locked loosely around the smaller girl's neck.

"You soaked me in alcohol, Clarke..." the brunette groans in slight annoyance, eyeing the now empty cup Dawson picked from off the ground.

Part of her jacket and the front of her shirt's soaked, the fumes of Unity Juice tickling her noise hairs that almost make her sneeze. She ignores the smell and drenched pieces of clothing, wrapping her arms around Clarke's waist to somewhat hold her up. Most of her body weight is now supported by Addison, arms tightening around her when the blonde starts to wiggle and move around.

"Come on..." Clarke groans, pulling back with a grin, her breath tainted in strong liquor. "Let's party!"

Before Addison as time to respond, she's being dragged away from Dawson, his deep voice chuckling, while the brunette narrows her eyes at him.

"Clarke, where are you taking me?" she sighs in annoyance, tripping around Clarke when she suddenly stops. She had brought Addison to a wooden surface, one of the brunette's brows lifting in familiarity. "Cup pong?"

The blonde hums, bouncing the makeshift ball to the other end. She points to the end she bounced the ball too, "Me against you."

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Griffin..." the brunette smirks, walking to the end. A few delinquents join-in and watch from the side, Addison bouncing the ball and makes it into one of Clarke's cups. "Bingo," she folds her arms triumphantly.

Clarke presses her lips together, barely making it into one of Addison's. "Ha! Yes!"

The brunette snorts, chugging the moonshine. Her face scrunches up, tossing the cup aside with a few coughs. The two play several rounds, Clarke getting Addison a lot more buzzed than the brunette wanted to tonight.

"Huh-oh!" Clarke shouts, hand going up the air, cheering and shouting. "That's four wins for me, and one for you. I thought you were good at this game?"

Addison drunkenly slams the now empty cup on the wooden surface, hands gripping the edge as she sways and stumbles to Clarke. "Apparently being locked up for a year makes you a little rusty," she slurs, feeling the heat radiating off her body.

She shrugs her jacket off, tying it around her waist. "A little?" Clarke teases.

Addison rolls her eyes with a laugh, everything around her spinning. "See you 'round, Clarkey..." she slurs, nearly eating a mouthful of dirt as she trips over her feet.

She joined Jasper and his group of new found friends, playing games and drinking her heart out. A small click of five make music from their drums and start singing, Addison and the rest joining in and laughing and dancing like idiots.

The brunette giggles, unlocking arms from the bright red-haired girl she'd been dancing with, and switches partners, locking arms with a boy no older than herself; muddy brown hair bouncing with each drunkenly fast step, bright eyes and smile just as bright.

Addison's down hair flows with her, smile wide and face extremely hot, the buzz having turned into pure drunkenness. She and the boy stumble about, laughing so hard their stomachs ache, but the alcohol makes the achy-ness nonexistent.

"Fun's over," a voice says, but Addison ignores it, until the boy she's with is stumbling backwards.

Her brown eyes light up excitedly, hands going up above her head, a mostly full cup of Unity Juice in hand. "Ahhh, Griffin! You've refern!"

"Oh my god..." the blonde breathes out with a shake of her head, grabbing onto Addison's arm.

"Oooo...." the brunette draws out curiously, taking a swig of Unity Juice, until it's rudely ripped from her lips. "Hey!"

Clarke tosses it aside to the ground, "Listen..." she starts, checking her surroundings before continuing. "Finn's set up a meeting with the Grounders."

Addison's drunken expression remains the same, no look of surprise evident. She simply shrugs, "Great. What is that got to do whif me?" she speaks slower, trying her hardest not to slur her words together. She's quick to sigh just as Clarke's lips part to explain, now understanding where she's going. "Woah, no...I'm waaay drunk to be trefking through woods and Grounders for meeting," the brunette doesn't try to contain the slur and jumbled tough get words, stumbling into a mostly sobered up Clarke.

"Here..." the blonde girl puts a large already opened canister in the brunette's hands. "Drink this."

Addison reluctantly brings the metal canister to her lips, with the help of Clarke, and begins drinking some of the water.

"There, come on. I have another thing of water when you finish that one," Clarke says and helps her navigate her way to the brown-haired boy. "Bellamy'll be following behind as back up with guns, but Finn doesn't know, so keep it to yourself."

Addison groans, tripping over her own feet. She hears Clarke's soft sigh, her arm soon wrapping around her waist to keep her up.

"This is a bad idea for me..."

"You'll be fine, just act normal."

"Clarke..."

"I need you by my side, okay?" Clarke says as she comes to an abrupt stop, Addison's brows knitting. She suddenly becomes much sober than she was seconds ago, "The same reason I need Bellamy."

"You and Bellamy is a completely different story compared to you and I, by the way..." the brunette replies, feeling the brief soberness start to run it's course.

"You're drunk."

"And you're delusional."

The two girls stare at one another, Addison's knowing and cocky expression annoying Clarke. "Look, that doesn't matter. What matters, is that you are with me."

"Is this the part where we have sex before—"

"What? No!" Clarke's blue eyes bulge, "You know what I meant."

"Kidding, kidding..." the brunette chuckles out in amusement, taking a big sip from the metal canister in her hand. "I knew what you meant, and I'm by your side, but if I have the urge to throw up, you better hope you're not in the splash zone."

Clarke scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Drink the water and sober up."

Addison puts both hands in the air, watching her walk to where Finn's at. "There's the Clarke I know and love!"

She blankly and un-amusingly looks over her shoulder. "Shut up."

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This was a fun one to write. You guys have no idea how excited I am to publish one of the upcoming chapters...anyways, thank you guys for your support! It means a lot, and the fact you guys actually like it?? It makes me happy! Anyways, have a good day or night!