What: Distractions Where: Clove's Apartment When: After Bellamy and Clarke arrived Warnings: Possible Status: Closed
Murphy had actually been enjoying his life in Roswell. It was completely different than anything he'd ever known. He supposed there was some parallel to life on The Ark, but not really. Not enough to give him flash backs or nightmares. Mostly it was different, because Roswell was on the ground, and there was plenty of food to go around.
Then Bellamy and Clarke had to show up. Both of them. At the same time. Which really sucked for Murphy. They weren't his biggest fan, and he had no use for them here. Their presence threatened to ruin everything he had, every once of happiness he'd found.
Well, fuck that. He wasn't going to just sit around and let them fuck him over again. He was going to damage control before they could spoil everything. Starting with Clove. She was his only friend, really. Well, maybe Kyle too. But Murphy wasn't really sure how to define that relationship. Clove was easier. She was an outcast like him. She spoke his langauge because even though her life was completely different, she understood the bull shit he'd had to deal with. They were a perfect pair, really.
He raised a fist to knock at her door, then tried he knob. She knew he was coming, Maybe she'd left it open for him.