The 100 One Shot

"What do you know about Y/N?"

As soon as you heard your name your ears pricked up, making you want to know who would want to discuss you. You recognised the voice to be of Octavia and she clearly didn't know you were in earshot. Stopping your work, you peered from behind the tree you'd conveniently been hidden by to see her talking to Monty, whom you'd have considered a friend, not that you got too close to anyone.

"There's not much to know. She's mysterious, doesn't get close to people," he shrugged.

Although he was kind of a friend, he barely knew anything about you. You didn't enjoy talking about yourself, nor did you enjoy the company of others, well not until Octavia. She still knew little more than your name, but you wanted to tell her more and get close to her. It was a strange feeling for you, but knowing she wanted to know about you too made you smile.

"What'd you mean?" She asked.

"She's complicated," he stated. "Like the DaVinci Code, you know but harder to crack. She rarely talks to offers, I don't even know if Y/N is her real name, I've known her for three years and she barely told me anything. She keeps to herself."

You knew it was sad, but it was true. You did wish that you could say you had friends, but you feared getting close to others, in case they turned against you or abandon you. Things would be different now. You were on Earth, something your ancestors dreamed of, to return to their home planet. You could get to know Octavia and she could know you.

Ignoring the work that you were meant to be doing, you approached the pair, smiling, pretending that you didn't know of their conversation, at least for now.

"Y/N," Octavia smiled. "Hi."

"Hi Octavia. Um... my favourite colour is pink," you stated, instantly realising how peculiar it sounded, just stating your favourite colour to someone whom you'd rarely spoken to.

"Pardon?" She asked.

You tried to shake it off, turning towards your male friend.

"I'm not complicated or mysterious Monty. Well at least when it comes to beautiful women, I'm prepared to be open and let someone in for once. It can't be that bad, seen as everyone else does it," you shrugged. "Maybe we could talk some time Octavia?"

She nodded her head. "I would like that."

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Written by Charlotte.

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