you lured me in

1x07 divergent. 'like a moth to a flame'

'what do you say to the person whose doll is on a murder spree and killed your mom in front of you?' this question has been running through the 14 year old's mind for days at times when he's not sobbing over his mom.

'what do you say to the guy who makes you shy -the complete opposite of your extroverted self, because of how being around him flusters you?' he tossed and turned in bed for a week, contemplating this in between mourning his mother.

he ends up with:
"we're not good together."
saying that to the boy he liked and had his first kiss with hurt devon, it felt like he had to pull the words stuck in his throat to get it out but he doesn't see an alternative.

'what do I say to jake?' devon sighs to himself after junior stormed out of the house to punch jake and stormed back in.
'i'll check in on him later.' he vows to himself.

the podcaster turns back to his friends (are they though?) when he hears jake call his name but, "i've gotta go." is all he says in response and sees as jake's face crumbles and god devon never wanted to be the cause of the pain he sees in the other boy's eyes but he's so fucking tired.

lexy is caught in the middle, does she comfort jake or devon? seeing how indecisive the blonde is, devon makes the choice for her;
"bye." and turns to leave, ignoring the calls the two other people who know about that horrendous doll make out to him.

his journey home is a blur, his mind all over the place. 'chucky, mom laying there, jake, mom dead right in front of him, murderous doll, sickening crunch of her twisting her neck too far, boy he likes, doll that killed his mom belongs to the boy he likes..'

-
all jake can do is watch as the boy he's almost certain he loves walks away.
'we're not good together.'
his mind can't process anything else. is lexy talking to him? he doesn't know and he doesn't care.
'we're not good together.'
he makes his way up the stairs to his room, did he do something wrong?
'we're.
not.
good.
together.'
that's all that's been ringing in his head for hours. nothing but devon matters in his life. nothing else.
'i need to see him.' the curly haired boy decides as he quickly changes from funeral clothes to his regular ones.
'i can fix this.' he promises himself.

-
packing for anything other than a holiday with his mom is weird. it's mind numbingly weird.

he's never had to want for anything, his mother's job as detective and the huge amount of money his father left when he died made sure he was always taken care of but now? now he's almost certainly getting put in a foster home and won't be able to access ANYTHING without his, absent for most of his life, aunt's approval or until he turns 18.

he's leaving his home.
he's leaving his friends.
he's leaving the people he loves.
he's leaving jake.

devon is leaving because his mother was murdered and he will never get justice for her because it was done by a fucking doll that can transfer its soul to the next good guy doll with ease.

his mother is gone.
he doesn't know how to go on without her.
he doesn't know how to survive without her calling him in the middle of the night when she's at the station just to hear his voice, just so she can make sure he's okay.
he doesn't know how to go through life without her comforting smiles and warm hugs and forehead kisses.
neither his boyfriend? kind of? friend he kissed? jake nor lexy really checked on him after his only parent passed.