101 Days of Alex and Devon
characters/pairings: Casey/Sarah, Alex/Devon
rating: g
a/n: this is legit the crackiest thing ever. college au with these four losers and some weird ass imagination that i'm even surprised i have. really. this is all just pure, unadulterated crack like none other. i don't know how i got here. i really don't. i just have a lot of feelings okay. maybe there is more in the future
summary: one semester, two couples, four friends, and a hundred and one days of crazy.
“I’m sorry,” sounds more volatile than actually remorseful coming out of Sarah’s mouth.
If anything, she thinks Alex should be the one to apologize to Devon for Sarah kneeing him in the crotch.
The last thing she wants to do is take a stupid self defense class at the campus rec center but Alex makes her come anyways. If Sarah is left alone to take a nap like she wanted to, none of this would have happened.
It’s also presumably not her fault if the instructor decides to pick her to be the victim in a ‘real life’ exercise and Devon happens to be her attacker. And if he got himself into this mess, he should really make it a priority to learn how to protect his vital organs properly beforehand.
So, really, Sarah should be the last person apologizing to pretty boy.
The only reason Sarah even says anything is because Alex is breaking out all the stops and she’ll be damned if her best friend doesn’t make pretty boy fall big time for her in the next five minutes.
In the middle of telling Alex about how Greek and Roman mythology is probably the worst elective she could take, Sarah looks up from her tray to find Alex making some ridiculous face at her.
No, not her - someone behind her.
When she decides to take a look back, she has a pretty good idea of who she’ll see. The anticipation does little to help her when she finds pretty boy making an equally ridiculous face about three tables back with the other athletes. In the corner of her eye, Sarah can see Casey sitting next to Devon eying him with the same look.
Sarah all but demands Alex switch seats with her so they can finish their conversation and their dinner before Sarah loses her appetite completely - the last thing she wants is to look up from taking a bite of her grilled cheese and be subjected anymore God awful faces.
When she gets up to move, she reminds herself to reward Casey when she sees the pudding on pretty boy’s face that may or may not be a result of the nearly imperceptible nod she gave him earlier.
Psychology class becomes decidedly less interesting when Alex and Devon start passing notes to each other.
Because it’s not like their class is even in a classroom, it’s in a lecture half with an upwards of three-hundred students. Or that their professor doesn’t let them have laptops so they don’t have access to the internet. Or that anyone even cares if they use their cellphones in class.
Apparently, they just do it because they can for no good reason.
Sarah makes a mental note to let them sit together next class after she sends a text to Casey detailing exactly how dumb it is that she’s stuck as their middleman.
The look Casey shoots her when Devon piggy backs Alex all the way back to their dorm from the diner is priceless. It takes all her self control to not burst out laughing right then and there.
Sarah knows well enough her boyfriend is the last person on earth that would carry her without a very good reason and she’s the last person on earth that would want him to - she’s perfectly capable of walking on her own.
Just for kicks, Sarah purposefully falls behind and takes a running jump onto Casey’s back on the last leg of their walk.
Unfortunately for the four of them, Casey is even less graceful with Sarah’s added weight and when he falls, he takes everyone down with him.
Sarah can’t walk right and Alex kind of limps for days after that but least the butt bruises will discourage any more piggy back rides for Alex and Devon - that’s mostly an accomplishment in her book.
There’s three things that Sarah would never be caught dead doing.
One, is making bright pink posters with “GO CASEY” written on them in sporadic puffy paint colors in what Alex called ‘bubble letters’ that just looked like a really obnoxious way to waste lots of paint.
Two, is actually holding said posters she helped make while in a crowded gym in the front row during a wresting tournament against their school’s biggest rivals.
Three, is participating in a home made cheer her best friend and her best friend’s boyfriend made up the night before. While they were making said posters together while doing the special hand clap that went along with it (apparently it’s a ‘motivating clap’ though Sarah was too tired to argue that bats probably couldn’t even tell the difference between it and a regular one).
And yet there she is, front and center having done all three of those things with the same two witnesses each step of the way. At least she’s able to retain some dignity when she puts her food down at painting their faces half navy and half silver.
Sarah decides the glitter that Alex makes her save from the night before is put to good use when she dumps it mostly on Devon in ‘celebration’ of Casey’s win in the gold medal round.
After an all nighter, three cans of Red Bull, and one of some unknown energy drink she probably shouldn’t have let Casey talk her into drinking, Sarah decides Devon might not be a bad guy after all.
It has nothing to do with the fact that Devon makes her and Alex breakfast that includes heaps of bacon, chocolate chip pancakes shaped like Yoda, and orange juice that seriously tastes like he just squeezed them before they woke up after he picked them in his private orchard this morning.
Also nothing to do with him getting Casey to wake up early and bring them over apple pie. According to Casey, he told him to ‘bring something good’ for the girls and that’s what apple pie was. Despite the impracticality of it as a breakfast food, Sarah manages to down a slice and a half before leaving.
No, she decides it’s mostly because she’s delirious from lack of sleep and Devon was kind enough scooter her and Alex to and from their midterm so she doesn’t have to walk - not many guys his size can fit two girls on those things without losing one of them along the way.
Alex picked a relatively decent one this time, she figures.
Their school’s annual water balloon charity fundraiser is probably the most anticipated event of fall semester for Sarah, even if she has to wear these weird tie dye tank tops that Alex insisted on using for their team. She likes tie dye, by all means, but there was seriously something wrong when their shirts look like a neon sign vomited on it.
No matter because all the better to beat everyone in a neon vomit tie dye shirt. It’ll making victory that much sweeter.
Devon and her end up making a really good team after she uses Casey as a shield and he gets eliminated in the final round. She feels kind of bad, but she has to admit that a wrestler’s arm isn’t as good as a lacrosse player’s. Besides she’ll make it up to him later, he can never stay mad at her for too long anyways.
But as soon as they establish a really good rhythm, Sarah should have known he would go and do something stupid. Something like ump in front of Alex and get himself eliminated.
So now, the two girls were outnumbered three to one and a half - because seriously, Alex is the smallest thing ever, if there was even a chance the balloon would’ve hit her, she could’ve just ducked. But Sarah has come too far to be stopped by some misplaced chivalry, even if all she has is two water balloons.
How she takes out three guys with just those and without sacrificing Alex is a secret she’s taking to her grave.
For once, Sarah actually agrees with Devon on what they want to do Friday night.
It’s not that she wants to, it’s just that pizza and board games and rented movies are something they could do any old weekend but this weekend is black light paint party downtown and it’s only hosted once a year.
Alex and Casey seem to think it’s stupid to pay a ten dollar entrance fee to get a white shirt they’re just going to paint in the dark while listening to too loud music. Sarah’s actually quite surprised Alex doesn’t like the painting part. Casey is more predictable, though she plans on just making him go anyways.
The point is, is that it’s two on two and all four of them are tired of arguing.
Which somehow results in them settling their dispute at the school’s batting cage. It’s unorthodox to say the least, but if it helps them solve their problem she’s more than willing to give a go at it.
They agree on everyone getting ten balls, whichever group hits the most properly wins.
Sarah’s almost certain that Devon misses intentionally so that he ends up hitting one shy of her number but she accepts the gesture because even though he does, they still end up winning by far. She also accepts the special handshake he comes up with, because she can rub it in their faces. And she might find it a little cool - only a little, though.
The four of them spend Thanksgiving at Alex’s house. It’s not too far from campus and Sarah’s family has almost always celebrated with Alex’s, anyways. Casey tags along because his family doesn’t really do Thanksgiving and Devon’s parents apparently left him for a skiing trip in the Alps.
When Devon pulls up to the driveway, it seems like they’re not the only ones that decide to crash for the holidays and there’s way more people than Alex’s parents anticipated.
Which means that as soon as they get out of the car, Alex’s mom is yelling instructions at them to help her cook and get more food. Alex and Casey end up staying behind because she has to make her special stuffing and he promised he’d make sweet potato casserole with marshmallows. Since Devon has his SUV, he and Sarah are sent to the commandeer another turkey and some things on a list.
At the supermarket, they split the list of stuff and agree to meet at the back where the turkeys are. It’s far too crowded to try to go down all the aisles together and there’s no way they can just shove their way through the throng of people.
By the time they meet up again, all the turkeys they get to choose from are kind of pathetic, so when Sarah nudges Devon and nods at the huge one in an unattended cart, there’s mischief in his eyes that she highly approves of.
They carry one of the bigger turkeys they could find in the lot over to as they scout out the owner. They’re can’t spot anyone but when they reach the cart, there’s no one empty handed around them and enough people to conceal them for the most part. Devon grabs their prize and Sarah drops in the replacement.
While they race off to the check out line, neither of them acknowledges someone yelling about someone else stealing their turkey.
Finals week has all of them cooped up in the girls’ apartment cramming for their psychology test they should have started studying for last week.
Granted, it probably isn’t going to be that hard and the rest of the tennis team insisted Alex and her take it because it’s the easiest core there is. Still, it would have been nice if they didn’t have to power through a semester’s worth of notes because no one remembered it was going to be cumulative until they get their TA’s last email.
They’re sitting on the floor, surrounding the circular coffee table that sits in the middle of the living room with papers and notebooks scattered everywhere and a couple pizza boxes lying about. They manage to make it until about two in the morning before they start losing people.
Alex is the first to go, because she gets tired so easily. She’s always the first to go. Next is Casey, not really because he’s tired, probably more so because he’s eaten too much pizza and he succumbs to his food coma. When Devon closes his eyes mid-note taking, it leaves Sarah as the last one awake.
She nudges Devon’s shoulder and tells him to take his girlfriend to her room, her own words slurred from drowsiness. As he picks up Alex, Sarah manages to get Casey up and over to the couch to drop him there for the night.
Sarah wakes up the next morning in her bed, although she’s not entirely sure how she gets there.
That mystery is immediately solved when she gets out of bed and ends up stepping on Devon’s crotch (this time she apologizes, sincerely, without being told to, despite the fact that he should be more careful where he falls asleep).
The last tennis match of the semester is played while the sun is setting and the only audience around to watch is the players’ significant others.
It’s not a ranking match and it won’t go towards the team’s score but it will decide what they’re all going to do to celebrate the last weekend before they go home, so it means the stakes are still high.
If Sarah wins, they’ll go to the beach and have a bonfire with some smores toasted just the way she likes.
If Devon wins, they’ll go the lake and for some jet skiing and wakeboarding and swimming and ‘summer camp fun,’ whatever that means.
Loathe as Sarah is to admit it, he’s actually a fairly good tennis player and she’s working up a sweat to keep him on his toes. She’s winning, but not by much. He’s agile and responsive and he adapts much better than she expects him to.
She nearly loses all hope when they’re tied and she’s far too close to the net when he returns her hit with a smash - it’s a bad judgment on her part, she forgot to account for his ridiculously long limbs.
When she nearly considers going to her coach and telling her she doesn’t deserve to be on the team anymore, Alex calls the ball out and Sarah can’t decide if it’s pity, truth, or intentional. To accommodate for all three possibilities, she tells him she’ll settle for a bonfire on the lake and they special handshake on it.
At breakfast the next day, Devon brings over a smore he made at home for their car ride.
(so maybe he’s a really good guy, after all, kind of)
rating: g
a/n: this is legit the crackiest thing ever. college au with these four losers and some weird ass imagination that i'm even surprised i have. really. this is all just pure, unadulterated crack like none other. i don't know how i got here. i really don't. i just have a lot of feelings okay. maybe there is more in the future
summary: one semester, two couples, four friends, and a hundred and one days of crazy.
“I’m sorry,” sounds more volatile than actually remorseful coming out of Sarah’s mouth.
If anything, she thinks Alex should be the one to apologize to Devon for Sarah kneeing him in the crotch.
The last thing she wants to do is take a stupid self defense class at the campus rec center but Alex makes her come anyways. If Sarah is left alone to take a nap like she wanted to, none of this would have happened.
It’s also presumably not her fault if the instructor decides to pick her to be the victim in a ‘real life’ exercise and Devon happens to be her attacker. And if he got himself into this mess, he should really make it a priority to learn how to protect his vital organs properly beforehand.
So, really, Sarah should be the last person apologizing to pretty boy.
The only reason Sarah even says anything is because Alex is breaking out all the stops and she’ll be damned if her best friend doesn’t make pretty boy fall big time for her in the next five minutes.
In the middle of telling Alex about how Greek and Roman mythology is probably the worst elective she could take, Sarah looks up from her tray to find Alex making some ridiculous face at her.
No, not her - someone behind her.
When she decides to take a look back, she has a pretty good idea of who she’ll see. The anticipation does little to help her when she finds pretty boy making an equally ridiculous face about three tables back with the other athletes. In the corner of her eye, Sarah can see Casey sitting next to Devon eying him with the same look.
Sarah all but demands Alex switch seats with her so they can finish their conversation and their dinner before Sarah loses her appetite completely - the last thing she wants is to look up from taking a bite of her grilled cheese and be subjected anymore God awful faces.
When she gets up to move, she reminds herself to reward Casey when she sees the pudding on pretty boy’s face that may or may not be a result of the nearly imperceptible nod she gave him earlier.
Psychology class becomes decidedly less interesting when Alex and Devon start passing notes to each other.
Because it’s not like their class is even in a classroom, it’s in a lecture half with an upwards of three-hundred students. Or that their professor doesn’t let them have laptops so they don’t have access to the internet. Or that anyone even cares if they use their cellphones in class.
Apparently, they just do it because they can for no good reason.
Sarah makes a mental note to let them sit together next class after she sends a text to Casey detailing exactly how dumb it is that she’s stuck as their middleman.
The look Casey shoots her when Devon piggy backs Alex all the way back to their dorm from the diner is priceless. It takes all her self control to not burst out laughing right then and there.
Sarah knows well enough her boyfriend is the last person on earth that would carry her without a very good reason and she’s the last person on earth that would want him to - she’s perfectly capable of walking on her own.
Just for kicks, Sarah purposefully falls behind and takes a running jump onto Casey’s back on the last leg of their walk.
Unfortunately for the four of them, Casey is even less graceful with Sarah’s added weight and when he falls, he takes everyone down with him.
Sarah can’t walk right and Alex kind of limps for days after that but least the butt bruises will discourage any more piggy back rides for Alex and Devon - that’s mostly an accomplishment in her book.
There’s three things that Sarah would never be caught dead doing.
One, is making bright pink posters with “GO CASEY” written on them in sporadic puffy paint colors in what Alex called ‘bubble letters’ that just looked like a really obnoxious way to waste lots of paint.
Two, is actually holding said posters she helped make while in a crowded gym in the front row during a wresting tournament against their school’s biggest rivals.
Three, is participating in a home made cheer her best friend and her best friend’s boyfriend made up the night before. While they were making said posters together while doing the special hand clap that went along with it (apparently it’s a ‘motivating clap’ though Sarah was too tired to argue that bats probably couldn’t even tell the difference between it and a regular one).
And yet there she is, front and center having done all three of those things with the same two witnesses each step of the way. At least she’s able to retain some dignity when she puts her food down at painting their faces half navy and half silver.
Sarah decides the glitter that Alex makes her save from the night before is put to good use when she dumps it mostly on Devon in ‘celebration’ of Casey’s win in the gold medal round.
After an all nighter, three cans of Red Bull, and one of some unknown energy drink she probably shouldn’t have let Casey talk her into drinking, Sarah decides Devon might not be a bad guy after all.
It has nothing to do with the fact that Devon makes her and Alex breakfast that includes heaps of bacon, chocolate chip pancakes shaped like Yoda, and orange juice that seriously tastes like he just squeezed them before they woke up after he picked them in his private orchard this morning.
Also nothing to do with him getting Casey to wake up early and bring them over apple pie. According to Casey, he told him to ‘bring something good’ for the girls and that’s what apple pie was. Despite the impracticality of it as a breakfast food, Sarah manages to down a slice and a half before leaving.
No, she decides it’s mostly because she’s delirious from lack of sleep and Devon was kind enough scooter her and Alex to and from their midterm so she doesn’t have to walk - not many guys his size can fit two girls on those things without losing one of them along the way.
Alex picked a relatively decent one this time, she figures.
Their school’s annual water balloon charity fundraiser is probably the most anticipated event of fall semester for Sarah, even if she has to wear these weird tie dye tank tops that Alex insisted on using for their team. She likes tie dye, by all means, but there was seriously something wrong when their shirts look like a neon sign vomited on it.
No matter because all the better to beat everyone in a neon vomit tie dye shirt. It’ll making victory that much sweeter.
Devon and her end up making a really good team after she uses Casey as a shield and he gets eliminated in the final round. She feels kind of bad, but she has to admit that a wrestler’s arm isn’t as good as a lacrosse player’s. Besides she’ll make it up to him later, he can never stay mad at her for too long anyways.
But as soon as they establish a really good rhythm, Sarah should have known he would go and do something stupid. Something like ump in front of Alex and get himself eliminated.
So now, the two girls were outnumbered three to one and a half - because seriously, Alex is the smallest thing ever, if there was even a chance the balloon would’ve hit her, she could’ve just ducked. But Sarah has come too far to be stopped by some misplaced chivalry, even if all she has is two water balloons.
How she takes out three guys with just those and without sacrificing Alex is a secret she’s taking to her grave.
For once, Sarah actually agrees with Devon on what they want to do Friday night.
It’s not that she wants to, it’s just that pizza and board games and rented movies are something they could do any old weekend but this weekend is black light paint party downtown and it’s only hosted once a year.
Alex and Casey seem to think it’s stupid to pay a ten dollar entrance fee to get a white shirt they’re just going to paint in the dark while listening to too loud music. Sarah’s actually quite surprised Alex doesn’t like the painting part. Casey is more predictable, though she plans on just making him go anyways.
The point is, is that it’s two on two and all four of them are tired of arguing.
Which somehow results in them settling their dispute at the school’s batting cage. It’s unorthodox to say the least, but if it helps them solve their problem she’s more than willing to give a go at it.
They agree on everyone getting ten balls, whichever group hits the most properly wins.
Sarah’s almost certain that Devon misses intentionally so that he ends up hitting one shy of her number but she accepts the gesture because even though he does, they still end up winning by far. She also accepts the special handshake he comes up with, because she can rub it in their faces. And she might find it a little cool - only a little, though.
The four of them spend Thanksgiving at Alex’s house. It’s not too far from campus and Sarah’s family has almost always celebrated with Alex’s, anyways. Casey tags along because his family doesn’t really do Thanksgiving and Devon’s parents apparently left him for a skiing trip in the Alps.
When Devon pulls up to the driveway, it seems like they’re not the only ones that decide to crash for the holidays and there’s way more people than Alex’s parents anticipated.
Which means that as soon as they get out of the car, Alex’s mom is yelling instructions at them to help her cook and get more food. Alex and Casey end up staying behind because she has to make her special stuffing and he promised he’d make sweet potato casserole with marshmallows. Since Devon has his SUV, he and Sarah are sent to the commandeer another turkey and some things on a list.
At the supermarket, they split the list of stuff and agree to meet at the back where the turkeys are. It’s far too crowded to try to go down all the aisles together and there’s no way they can just shove their way through the throng of people.
By the time they meet up again, all the turkeys they get to choose from are kind of pathetic, so when Sarah nudges Devon and nods at the huge one in an unattended cart, there’s mischief in his eyes that she highly approves of.
They carry one of the bigger turkeys they could find in the lot over to as they scout out the owner. They’re can’t spot anyone but when they reach the cart, there’s no one empty handed around them and enough people to conceal them for the most part. Devon grabs their prize and Sarah drops in the replacement.
While they race off to the check out line, neither of them acknowledges someone yelling about someone else stealing their turkey.
Finals week has all of them cooped up in the girls’ apartment cramming for their psychology test they should have started studying for last week.
Granted, it probably isn’t going to be that hard and the rest of the tennis team insisted Alex and her take it because it’s the easiest core there is. Still, it would have been nice if they didn’t have to power through a semester’s worth of notes because no one remembered it was going to be cumulative until they get their TA’s last email.
They’re sitting on the floor, surrounding the circular coffee table that sits in the middle of the living room with papers and notebooks scattered everywhere and a couple pizza boxes lying about. They manage to make it until about two in the morning before they start losing people.
Alex is the first to go, because she gets tired so easily. She’s always the first to go. Next is Casey, not really because he’s tired, probably more so because he’s eaten too much pizza and he succumbs to his food coma. When Devon closes his eyes mid-note taking, it leaves Sarah as the last one awake.
She nudges Devon’s shoulder and tells him to take his girlfriend to her room, her own words slurred from drowsiness. As he picks up Alex, Sarah manages to get Casey up and over to the couch to drop him there for the night.
Sarah wakes up the next morning in her bed, although she’s not entirely sure how she gets there.
That mystery is immediately solved when she gets out of bed and ends up stepping on Devon’s crotch (this time she apologizes, sincerely, without being told to, despite the fact that he should be more careful where he falls asleep).
The last tennis match of the semester is played while the sun is setting and the only audience around to watch is the players’ significant others.
It’s not a ranking match and it won’t go towards the team’s score but it will decide what they’re all going to do to celebrate the last weekend before they go home, so it means the stakes are still high.
If Sarah wins, they’ll go to the beach and have a bonfire with some smores toasted just the way she likes.
If Devon wins, they’ll go the lake and for some jet skiing and wakeboarding and swimming and ‘summer camp fun,’ whatever that means.
Loathe as Sarah is to admit it, he’s actually a fairly good tennis player and she’s working up a sweat to keep him on his toes. She’s winning, but not by much. He’s agile and responsive and he adapts much better than she expects him to.
She nearly loses all hope when they’re tied and she’s far too close to the net when he returns her hit with a smash - it’s a bad judgment on her part, she forgot to account for his ridiculously long limbs.
When she nearly considers going to her coach and telling her she doesn’t deserve to be on the team anymore, Alex calls the ball out and Sarah can’t decide if it’s pity, truth, or intentional. To accommodate for all three possibilities, she tells him she’ll settle for a bonfire on the lake and they special handshake on it.
At breakfast the next day, Devon brings over a smore he made at home for their car ride.
(so maybe he’s a really good guy, after all, kind of)