kids again

Upon receiving the news that Devon had woken up after he accident, Clark was elated. Hours of worry were finally behind him– but what he was going to walk into was much different than expected. Devon; the woman he loved so dearly, possibly would not remember anything from the last six years. From what her sister explained on the phone, it seemed serious, too. Clark woke up early that morning to go and see her, making it his duty to help. He wanted her to live the life that she was beginning to love so much and would do anything in his power to help bring it back. This was one thing that having superpowers could not fix.

Before going to the hospital, Clark stopped to buy her a beautiful bouquet of white roses to have on her bedside. The color white represented remembrance, so he hoped that they would bring a different vibe to the dreary hospital room. As he entered the building, a sense of nervousness filled him stomach. What if this was all too much to happen at one time? Yesterday she’d learned that her mother passed away and now a new old friend was going to walk into her life. Although his circumstance was on the opposite end of the spectrum, it would be a shock to her.

Clark went to the floor that she was on and found the front desk to ask someone which room was hers. “Devon Roosevelt? She’s in 921. But please, go easy on her. Don’t give her too much to handle all at once. Poor girl, it’s a shame that she’ll be like this.” He quickly thanked the nurse, then made his way down the hall until he found the room. He softly knocked on the wooden door as he entered the room, holding the flowers out in front of him, “Hey, Dev. It’s Clark.” He smiled, setting the vase down on her bedside table, “I got there for you on my way in. How are you feeling?” He asked gently, not wanting to overwhelm her all at once. This was simply the beginning of the long road that was ahead.

Devon had hardly spoken to anyone after she had found out about her mother. She didn’t talk to her father, she only responded to questions from doctors and nurses with simple shakes of the head or shrugs. The only time she actually spoke was when a nurse was starting to get on her nerves and after the fourth time she told her what button to press if she needed anything she snapped and said, “I heard you the first time, can you please go now?” Normally Devon wouldn’t have been so rude, but currently in her mind Devon was still twelve years old, and hadn’t yet mastered manners and politeness, but even if she was in her own mindset she still probably wouldn’t have been very nice considering her situation.

She fell asleep with ease, mostly because that’s all she felt like doing. She didn’t want to eat, or talk, or even watch television. She just wanted to sleep the day away, because she thought maybe if she slept the day away she could sleep the pain away. Her behaviors were very similar to how she behaved when her mother first died when she actually was twelve years old. She became very depressed and melancholy and no matter what anyone tried she couldn’t escape it. When she heard someone approaching her room she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, it was probably just another nurse coming in to check up on her, and other than her mood she was doing just fine, so she thought if she was asleep they would leave her alone. When she heard her visitor say Clark her eyes shot open as she looked at the doorway and saw who was standing there. He definitely looked different, he looked older and was about foot taller than she remembered, but she’d recognize that red hair anywhere. This was Clark now. Her best friend. Her best friend since childhood. Her secret crush that she always had but never spoke up about. He was here for her now. It made Devon somewhat happy to see him, it was nice to know that they were still friends after six years. Seeing him now after not remembering the last six years made Devon almost feel like she had time-travelled into the future to see what her life was like in six years.

She smiled slightly at the sight of him and tried to sit up in her bed, “Hey Poodle,” she said, wondering if the nickname still stuck around into their teens or if this was the first time in years he had heard it. She looked at the flowers and her smile continued, it was nice to know that he cared enough to get her flowers. She shrugged at his question, “I’m okay,” she lied, she couldn’t think of a good way to put how she was feeling without exploding, so she just stuck with the general answer that was always given when someone was obviously not okay. “My head’s feeling a little bit better, but other than that nothing much else is happening.”

#c: clark

Ungodly Hour || Self

Devon awoke to the sound of periodic beeping and bright lights on the ceiling. She tried to open her eyes but the harshly white lights caused her to immediately squint as they only fueled the incredible headache she soon realized she had. Her head was pounding, and the lights only made it worse. She eventually got her eyes to adjust and they opened wider, and that’s when she realized she was waking up in a hospital bed. Her eyes immediately shot open wide and she begin to panic, what was she doing in a hospital? What happened to her? But then she realized her father had been sitting next to her, because he immediately jumped up to her side and tried to calm her down, “Devon? Dev! Dev, honey, it’s alright, you’re alright.” Devon’s heart was still racing and she was still hyperventilating somewhat, but having her father there next to her made her calm down a little bit and she was able to relax back into the bed. He looked at her and she swore he was almost crying, “Oh thank god... thank god you’re alright.” She heard him softly say as he kissed her head, “I was so afraid we would lose you too,” that concerned her, who did they lose already, but she couldn’t keep her thoughts straight enough to ask about it. Her father turned to a girl in the room that Devon hadn’t noticed before, “Kiersa, go find a doctor and tell them she’s woken up.” The girl nodded and scurried out of the room. Kiersa?... That was Kiersa? That couldn’t be Kiersa, that girl was too old to be Kiersa. Maybe she had just heard him wrong.

“D-Daddy?... What happened?” Devon asked her father quietly, trying to wrap her mind around her current situation. Her father sighed, “You were in a car accident, baby. Trying to avoid a dog that ran out into the street so you ended up swerving into a phone pole.” Devon furrowed her brow as she was trying to remember it, but she couldn’t. She looked back up at him, “Who else was in the car?” He placed his hand on top of hers reassuringly, “No one else, sweetie. You were driving, no one else got hurt.” That was what confused Devon. She was the one driving? How was she driving? She had never driven before in her life. She wasn’t even sure if she could reach the pedals. How could she have been driving?

Before she could ask about it the girl came back with a doctor who immediately began checking on Devon. Checking her vitals and other things Devon didn’t understand, she was still trying to figure out how this whole thing happened. She began looking around and realized that her mother was missing. “Dad?” She started as the doctor continued to check on her, “Where’s Mom? Is she at home with Ronan?” She asked. Her father stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Devon, his face ghost white. She thought she said something wrong. She just wanted to know where her mom was and see her. He looked between her and the doctor and then cleared his throat, turning to the doctor, “Can I speak to you outside for a moment?” The two left the room to go to the hallway and Devon’s eyes fell on the girl her father had called Kiersa, who had been staring at her with the same face her father did. Before she could ask what she did wrong the girl left the room to join her father.

She sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. What did she do? How did this happen? What in the world was going on right now? Devon wanted to cry, but no tears would come to her eyes, so she just sat in bed, staring at the wall in front of her, waiting for someone to come back and tell her what was happening. After a few minutes the doctor came back in followed by her father and the girl, now with her hand gripping her father’s tightly as she stayed glued to his side, not taking her eyes off Devon. Her father approached her side and took her hand with his free hand and looked at her for a moment before speaking, “Honey, what’s the last thing that you remember?” He tried to ask calmly. Devon thought hard, but she couldn’t even think of the last thing she remembered, so she just gave a defeated sigh and shrugged, looking back up at him as if she were asking for the correct answer. Her father looked at the doctor who stood on the other side of the bed. The doctor nodded slowly before looking down at Devon, “Devon, do you know what the date is, today?” She thought hard again, she didn’t know how long she had been out of it so she couldn’t be sure exactly what day it was. “Sometime in March, right?” She asked, unsure. The doctor and her father exchanged looks, making Devon feel like that wasn’t the correct answer. “And what year is it, Devon?” The doctor asked calmly. She looked between her father and the doctor multiple times before answering, “T... Two-thousand ten?” She asked, almost positive that that wasn’t the right answer now.

Her father immediately looked at the doctor, his face full of concern now. Now Devon really wanted to cry. First she couldn’t remember what had happened to her, and now she couldn’t even figure out what was true in her head or not. The doctor calmly nodded as he began writing stuff down on a clipboard, “Just as I suspected,” he muttered. “From her MRI, we noticed she had sustained some injury to the part of her brain responsible for long-term memory, which can sometimes cause amnesia.” Amnesia? I have amnesia? That definitely did explain a lot. But now she was curious as to what the date actually was. “How off was I?” She asked her father. He turned back to her with a sad look in his eyes before answering, “It’s 2016, sweetheart. You’re eighteen years old now.” Eighteen? She was six years off? Well that definitely explained why her voice sounded different than she remembered, but she just thought it was because of her dry throat. But she had six years of her life gone from her memory. She had missed six years of her own life. “Are her memories going to come back?” Her father asked quickly. The doctor’s facial expression didn’t change as he tried to think of his words carefully, “In most cases of amnesia, the memories usually do return with in a few months, and most patients do go on to getting their full memory back...” the doctor trailed off. “... But?” her father asked. The doctor sighed, “But... I have not seen a case as severe as this in quite a while, and with severe cases like this... nothing can be definite.” Devon’s heart sank when she heard this. Not only were six years of her life gone from her mind, but now there wasn’t even a one hundred percent chance should would get any of it back.

She then remembered what she had said that had started this whole conversation, and she asked again, this time with more seriousness in her voice, “Dad?... Where is Mom?” Her father looked back at her, and she swore she almost saw tears in his eyes. Before he answered he turned to the girl, whom she now believed was Kiersa and told her something that Devon couldn’t hear, and soon the girl left the room with a sad look in her eyes. Her father then sat down in the chair beside her bed and pulled the chair up as close as he could to her. He reached for her hand and held it between his, bringing it to his lips and kissing her hand and closing his eyes as she saw a tear fall down his cheek. Devon had a feeling she wasn’t going to like his answer. She heard him breathe deeply as he tried to gain the composure he needed to speak to her before he looked her in the eyes, tears now falling freely down his face, “Devon, sweetie... I’m so sorry to tell you this, but... your mother passed away in a car accident when you were twelve years old.”

Devon’s world froze. Her heart dropped into her stomach and her stomach twisted in a million different directions. She couldn’t believe it. She was just having the worst nightmare in the history of nightmares and soon she was going to wake up to her mother yelling at her that she was going to be late for school again like always. She wanted to force herself awake, but knew that she wasn’t going to be able to wake up from this nightmare. “No... No, no, no, no, no!” Devon began to shout as she shook her head violently. Her father got up from his chair and sat next to her on her bed and held her close to his chest. She could feel him crying as she began to scream and cry into him. Now not only had she lost six years of her life, but with that she had lost her mother for a second time.

When Clark met Addie, he thought his future was right in front of him. She was the only girl that’s ever shown any sort of interest in him, and she was his first everything. He did everything he could for her, but somehow, she wasn’t as head over heels. Something was wrong, Clark thought, but he knew that there was a reason for everything. She just wasn’t the right one for him. However, Devon was always there. When Clark and Addie had problems, she was the first one he went to for advice. Perhaps, his future had been there all along. With a deep red blush on his cheeks, he leaned towards her, laying a gentle, yet passionate kiss on her lips. After a moment or two, he pulled away and let out a nervous laugh, “Still feel the same way?”

#i'm dead #convo #c: clark

For years Devon had been trying to convince herself that it was never going to happen. They were best friends and only that, but in this moment, this one perfect moment, she had what she’d always wanted. She felt her own cheeks warm up when he leaned down to kiss her and in an instant she felt like she did when she got her first kiss when she was thirteen, butterflies in her stomach, her feet seemingly floating above the ground, and almost in a dream-like state, but she knew this wasn’t a dream anymore. As they kissed her hand brushed up against his and she hesitantly took his hand, interlocking their fingers together. After he pulled away she looked down at the floor, embarrassed to make eye contact with him at first because of her severe blush and dumb smile. After he asked her she looked up at him, dumb smile and all and nodded her head quickly, giggling a little bit. “Always.” She said, this time her being the one to lean in and kiss him.

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#mirror

Clark nodded slowly with a slight smile peaking at the corners of his lips. Maybe this was what he was looking for all along. When he felt lost; like everything was hopeless, maybe it was Devon, after all. “I know so,” He stepped towards her, leaning up against the dresser next to the window, “It’s just so– weird, you know? We’ve known each other for so long. For god’s sake, you’re my oldest friend. Maybe this is how it was meant to be. Life makes it seem harder than it is to find someone.”

“Wow,” was all Devon could think to say. She had played out this scenario a hundred times in her head and every time she couldn’t think of it ending any other way than badly, but now it was actually happening and it couldn’t be better. She hadn’t dated loads of guys in the past, but there were quite a few in the past few years, some where decent, others were absolute trash, but none of them were Clark. With pretty much every guy she dated she always found something to complain about, and she usually ended up complaining to Clark, but with him there was nothing. Outside of her family there was no one else that Devon had known longer than Clark, and in the 13 plus years they’d known each other Devon was never able to find a fault in him. Sure they had their differences and disagreed on occasion, but there was never anything in him that made her doubt his character and how truly good of a person he was. She wanted to hug him, to jump on him, hold him and never let go, but she was almost stunned with excitement so she just stood there with a dumb smile on her face. (which means fucking kiss her bro)

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#I'M IN LOVE #mirror

If Clark could fall apart, he would have done it right then and there. Just hearing her confession made his heart skip a beat. Could this be real? He hadn’t ever really thought of Devon this way. She was his childhood best friend– but maybe he’s just been missing it all along. “Really?” Was all he could mutter. His face was probably matching his hair at this point as a bout of nervousness took him over. He wasn’t sure how to go about telling her he feels the same way, but she had literally just unknowingly bashed him– could this work? “I like you too, Dev. I hadn’t really thought about it before, but maybe it’s right. Maybe this is right.”

She wanted to vomit as soon as the words left her mouth, she prepared herself to jump up and yell "SYKE” if he didn’t feel even a small part of the same way, sure he might not believe her if she did, but Devon could be quite convincing when she was repressing her feelings. And if worst case scenario he still didn’t believe her, she could always try to find a nice quiet place to live in Canada forever. She could feel her face burning with incredible heat as she waited for him to respond. I wonder if falling from this height would put me into a coma, she thought to herself before he finally spoke. She was grateful that he didn’t just laugh in her face, but when he said he liked her too she couldn’t help her face lighting up. She almost jumped up from the window sill with excitement, no longer worrying about embarrassment anymore, “Really? You think so?”

Clark looked at her with a furrowed brow, “I’ve known you for too long to just let it go like that. You’re obviously upset about it.” He swallowed hard, trying to conjure up exactly what to do, “Just.. tell me, please. Unless you want me to think about it all night.” He tried to joke, but just shifted awkwardly to try to calm himself down, “Don’t feel pressured, though. If you want to leave, go right on ahead.”

She gave him a long look, part of her wanted to say it just to get it over with and move on from it, because she was surely stupid for even thinking it, and another part of her thought that that had the potential to ruin their friendship permanently. She had already grown apart from Clark once and she wasn’t going to let that happen again. But what if, by some miracle, it wasn’t just her? Maybe it would be a good idea. Sure it could possibly lead to embarrassment, but at least she’d finally know, and maybe it wouldn’t even ruin their friendship, just make things awkward for a while. She sighed as she sat down on the window sill, careful not to lean back due to the open window. “It’s uh...” she started. This is it, she thought, one last chance to back out. You could backflip right out of this fucking window and parkour the tree like nobody’s business. She took a long pause, No you pussy just do it, she almost said out loud. “It’s me.” she forced out quietly, trying seem calm by casually shrugging, but actually combusting on the inside.

“Devon,” was the only thing Clark could say as she hastily tried to make her escape, “Just stop for a second, please.” He tried, but she was already opening the window. He stood from the bed and went over, grabbing onto the top of the window, “Did I say something wrong? Just please, talk to me, Devy.”

Devon stopped before she could get too far out the window and turned back to Clark. She sighed slightly as she bit the inside of her cheek, not making eye contact with him. “No, it’s just...” she hesitated, she couldn’t tell him, too much of a risk for embarrassment, “It’s just that... I know someone who’s kinda got a thing for you...” she said, technically not lying.

Clark was taken back by how excited she was about this, but couldn’t help but smile, “You’ve really looked into this, huh? Believe what you want, but I know the truth.” Listening to her words, he felt a bit of reassurance, but then he stopped listening when he heard the word know. Devon was obviously aware of something that Clark wasn’t, and he wasn’t going to let it go so easy, “What do you mean you know she’s not?” He quirked an eyebrow, “Spill it, Dev.”

Devon froze again as he caught her faux pas, “Nothing,” she said quickly. She tried to think of a way to change the subject or to just evade the situation so she got up from the bed and made her way to the window, “You know, thanks for talking to me Poodle, you really helped me I think I’m gonna go apologize to my dad now, night!” she said hastily as she opened the window and started to climb out.

“His most iconic and his best. Everybody loved Jack– except Rose. Fuck her for taking up that whole door.” He laughed as he nodded his head, “I wouldn’t doubt that for a second.” Clark shook his head, indicating that he’d completely forgotten about the birthday party, “I just– I miss her sometimes, Dev. And seeing her happy with her new boyfriend just really sucks.” Since the day they’d broken up, Clark hadn’t spoken to her since. He couldn’t bear it. “She’s the only girl that’s ever wanted me like that, and now that she’s gone– I don’t know what to do.”

“STOP GIVING ROSE SHIT FOR THAT OKAY THEY COULDN’T GET ENOUGH BALANCE ON THE DOOR FOR BOTH OF THEM TO BE ON IT OKAY SHE FUCKING LOVED HIM.” Devon said excitedly, laughing afterwards. But her tone quickly changed as she noticed Clark wasn’t laughing anymore. She sighed slightly after he was done speaking. She hated seeing her friend this way, he’d come to her about it a few times since they had broken up, but other than that she’d never seen him so heart broken before. “Clark,” she sighed as she placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, “I know it sucks. But it’ll get better over time, I promise.” She smiled slightly, trying to cheer him up, “And I know she’s not the only girl,” she froze, not meaning to say that out loud, “I mean- she won’t be the only girl.” She said quickly, trying to cover it up.

“Dude should’ve quit the biz after Titanic. You can’t deny that that was his prime.” He regained some of his composure, but still remained on edge. The urge to defend himself was there, but he knew that would be too suspicious, “Let’s not even talk about it. I don’t want him to be lowkey listening and then start this shit up. And god forbid you say the H-word.” He laughed, “Did you ever meet Adalyn?” He questioned, trying to change the subject.

“I disagree. I feel like he’s like a fine wine and gets better with age. I will agree that Titanic was his most iconic role, though.” She chuckled slightly as she shook her head, “He’s probably out overlooking the city on top of a tower making sure his city’s “safe”. I bet I could take him anyway.” She laughed. Her smile faded as Clark changed the subject, “Yeah? You brought her to my birthday party, remember?” She paused for a moment, brow furrowed, “Are you alright, Poodle?” She asked him hesitantly.

“Or you’ll be like your precious Leo. Movie after movie, and not shit happens.” Clark ruffled his hair out of nervousness, but let out an unconvincing laugh, “You’re right. At least nobody’s trying to copy him, though. The city might go in shambles if they do. Like an anti-justice league.” He shrugged casually, “I think it’d be pretty fuckin’ cool if he swung from the buildings though. That was the best part of the Spiderman on PS2 game.”

“Don’t talk about my son in such a condescending tone, Clark. You know he deserved that shit since The Aviator. And he did finally win so if Leo can win after losing five Oscars, I can too.” She joked. Her brow furrowed as she took notice of Clark’s nervousness. She shrugged it off for a moment, “Yeah if we get any more of them I’m pretty sure they’d end up doing more harm than good.” She chuckled to herself, “Maybe he does and we just haven’t seen it yet. Maybe it’s actually Peter Parker and Stan Lee just got his location wrong.”

“Gary Busey starring as you and Steve Buscemi as me. It’ll rock the box office.” Just the mention of Basha made Clark’s heart want to beat out of his chest. Especially her comments being negative. He had no plans of anyone finding out his true identity any time soon and planned to keep it that way, “I don’t think he’s that bad,” Clark commented in a low tone, “He’s done a lot of good for the city00 but you’re right. He’s probably just doing it for attention. In a month we won’t even remember he exists.”

“It’ll win Oscars definitely!” Devon almost shouted, laughing even harder now. She raised her brow at the sudden mood change in Clark, she tried to keep in a laugh as she spoke again, “Yeah okay, if you count beating someone up every time someone yells for help as “good”, then sure.” She shrugged as she scrunched her face slightly, “I don’t know I just think he’s kinda lame. It kinda seems to me like someone’s been watching a little too much Spider-Man.”

“I think Gary Busey would be the perfect person to play you. He captures your physical features perfectly.” He shrugged, “It happens more often than you’d think. Sometimes the details of science complicate things more than they need to be. If both parents are carriers of the gene, it can be passed along to one of their children.” Clark walked back over to the bed and sat down, “Obviously. They don’t call me Clark Kent for nothin’, you know. Ladies think I’m super!” He raised an eyebrow as she put the whole egg in her mouth, impressed with those skills, “You can buy anything at a convenience store. Weed socks, guns, Arizona teas.”