"Is it too early to have a break down in January?" Devin was on the phone to Alex, who was out with Scott, catching up on brotherly things, while she was with Jean. She was out at the shops with Jean, and she really hoped that Jean didn't read her mind to find out that everything was a lie. If she did then she was just keeping quiet about it, which was good for Alex.
"It's the second week of January?" He sounded puzzled, if she didn't know any better she would have guessed that he pulled the phone away from his ear to look at his phone like she just cursed him and his family and their goat.
"I know, but Jean is crying, right here in the middle of the store. I was trying to eat my bagel-" Alex snorted while mumbling that he was putting her on speaker phone, she looked to Jean who gathered an audience. "Jean, I can't enjoy my bagel while you're crying, so you better tell me what the matter is." She awkwardly patted Jean's shoulder with her wrist as she tried not to get bagel crumbs in Jean's hair.
"Jean?" Devin faintly heard Scott's voice.
"Scott?" She looked around confused. "Oh." She looked to your phone. "Jean talk to your boyfriend." Jean nodded her head obediently and took the phone from Devin. "Handle your hormones better, Jean, herd those emotions like they are cattle." Devin saw Jean glare at her, she raised her hands and backed away.
Devin left her alone and went to look at the junk food for Peter, she didn't want to go back to the mansion empty handed, he would never leave her alone. Pestering her for Twinkies and peeps.
"Here," Jean mumbled to her a couple of minutes after she had left her, she wasn't crying as much, and Devin finished her bagel. Devin took the phone and pressed it to her ear while Jean went to continue shopping.
"Okay, is she broken?" She asked whoever it was that was now on the phone to her.
"No." Alex laughed. "We're getting too old for this." Devin hummed in agreement.
"Hopefully not old enough to start buying prune juice religiously." She went to find Jean. "Having fun with baby Summers?" She spotted Jean—who was pushing a rather large stuffed bear, almost the height of Alex, around in the cart—as she went into one of the isles.
"Yeah, we planned dinner for all four of us tomorrow," he told her and Devin groaned slightly. "Come on, free food for you," he persuaded.
"Alex, that may require me to be social, and we did just have lunch last week, so I feel like we've spent enough social time together for the foreseeable...Ever." She told him as she trailed behind Jean, who was wearing a pout on her face, Scott must have let her buy the bear.
"Princess, please." He sighed. "I'll make it up to you with...I don't know with what, but I will." Devin hung her head down before nodding. "Did you nod? I can't see you." She hummed in response. "Great, I'll see you when we get back home then."
With that, he hung up.
"Jean? Can you, like, lighten up?" Jean turned to her with an unamused look before smiling lightly, turning her head away to hide it from Devin. "It was the bear, wasn't it? Or did our little Scott offer you something else?" Devin smirked at Jean as her cheeks went red. "Ah, young love."
She turned to Devin confused. "You and Alex?"
Devin shrugged. "We are old." Jean had nothing more to say. "I'll push the cart, you've got noodle limbs and I'm getting tired arms just watching you struggle to push around the pathetically stocked trolley." Jean shoved her shoulder.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're really intense sometimes?" Devin shrugged again.
"Occasionally I hear the voices in my head whisper it-" Jean looked at her worriedly. "J, I'm being sarcastic." She let out a deep sigh. "They yell it." She stopped walking while Devin carried on laughing quietly to herself.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Yes." She nodded. "I just have Charles in my head most days, discussing new theories with me," Devin told her.
"About what?"
"My abilities." Devin glanced at her, Jean put her hand on the side of the trolley, helping Devin steer the trolley down the aisles. "We need to go back after to actually get Peters junk." She nodded.
"What about your abilities?"
"What?"
"Did you seriously forget the topic we were talking about?"
"Yep," Devin said as she put food in the trolley.
"Charles and theories about your mutation," Jean spoke quietly.
"Oh yeah, he's trying to get me to heal other things, Hank started doing tests, and Charles came up with healing others, not just myself." Devin held up sandwich fillings to check the dates, before throwing them in the trolley anyway.
"That's so cool." She smiled.
"Don't get too excited, I suck at it." Jean shook her head.
"It's amazing, you're doing something you've never done before, you should be proud." She smiled.
"Okay, well I also watched you cry in the middle of the store for the first time, should I be proud of that?"
"Shut it." She playfully glared as she picked up some more food.
"Charles better be loaded." Devin glanced at the trolley, it was almost overflowing, and they still needed to add Peters crap to it, coffee beans, chicken, eggs, more milk, cereal, fruit and toothpaste—thanks to drunk Alex.
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"Did you rob the store or something like that?" Ororo asked as she walked out, her arm no longer in the cast.
"Something like that." Devin shrugged as she struggled to hold six bags into the mansion.
"Ooh, Twinkies." Peter grinned and took one of the bags she was holding.
"Thanks, that helped me so much." Devin rolled her eyes as she walked into the kitchen.
"You guys are too slow," Peter muttered as he placed the box of Twinkies down and ran out of the room disappearing. Jean was now in the room with Ororo, looking sick, before Peter appeared again, on one of the chairs. Empty bags scattered over the floor.
"Did you eat everything already?" Jean yelled.
"Nope, I brought the stuff in," he told her before eating a Twinkie. Devin glanced at Jean before opening a now fully stocked cupboard. "Y'welcome," he mumbled with a Twinkie in his mouth.
"Nice work, Pete." Devin nodded at him.
"Your bear is in your room." He turned to look at Jean, a smile appeared on her face as she left the room. Devin got a cup out for more coffee, Ororo took a Twinkie from Peter, sitting next to him. "I demand a rematch from yesterday," he told her.
"You're on, Silver Surfer." She smirked, biting into the Twinkie, not even looking at him.
"Oh, it's on." He squinted his eye at her, shaking his head slightly.
"You two are so competitive." Devin laughed lightly at them.
"So is Warren." Ororo pointed out.
"That is true." Devin nodded.
"Last week he cornered me in a room and demanded that I had a rematch with him in a game because he couldn't have me beat him with a higher score, I had to let him win so I could sleep with both eyes closed." Peter shuddered.
"He's just being your guardian angel." Devin smirked as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"You know what?" Peter pulled a face.
"Oh, okay," Devin replied sarcastically.
"I smell coffee." Alex popped his head in. "Oh, you're back? That's earlier than expected." He tilted his head before walking in.
"Yeah, Jean gathered such a large crowd with her crying pantomime that we had to rush to avoid someone coming up to us." Devin shrugged while Alex poured himself some coffee.
"I can't believe you just ate a bagel while she cried." He shook his head laughing. "Also 'herd those emotions like they are cattle'? Really? That was your advice to her? You didn't even try to cheer her up." He laughed.
"I patted her shoulder," she defended.
"With the bagel hand?"
"Maybe..."
"You only cared about your bagel." He drunk some of his coffee.
"You're making me go out to dinner with them, I wouldn't want to accidentally slip up and say something I shouldn't." His eyes widened.
"You wouldn't." He shook his head.
"Oh, I would cowboy." She quickly finished her coffee, and began to walk backward out of the room. "I would." She pointed finger guns at him pretending to shoot before blowing the ends of her fingers as she left.
"You're dating a weirdo," Ororo commented.
"I've literally only just stepped out of the door way, I can still hear you." Devin turned around to face the kitchen.
"I know." Ororo looked at her. "I don't care, it's not a secret." Devin rolled her eyes before leaving with a smile. "Love you," Ororo called.
"I know," Devin responded.