Sturm und Drang

Clarke was wide awake now. She jumped out of bed and ran to the front hallway, pulling on a puffer jacket over the t-shirt and boxer shorts she slept in and stuffing her bare feet into a pair of boots. Yanking open the door, she took a few steps down the path, the snow and ice stinging her exposed legs as the sharp wind whipped her hair.“Bellamy?” she shouted. “It's 12:30! What the hell are you doing?”Bellamy looked up at the sound of her voice. “Ah, damnit. You weren’t supposed to wake up!”“But … I don’t understand, what are you doing?”He stabbed his shovel into the snowbank. “What does it look like I’m doing? Did you not say you needed someone to shovel your driveway?” Spreading his arms wide, he grinned at her, his face pink from the cold.“I meant a kid in high school! Not you!”“Wow. I believe the correct response is, ‘Why, thank you, Bellamy! What an awesome thing to do! You’re the best!’”~*~(Or, Bellamy decides to do Clarke a small, quick favour that backfires spectacularly.)