Clark was walking through campus. He was done for the day, but Dawn still had another class, so he was going to wait for her in one of the coffee lounges until she was done, so he could take her out to dinner. He ordered some coffee, and overheard some guys talking a couple tables over. One of the guys had bright purple hair.
"Oh, she was so totally hot. Bright red hair and green eyes. I mean, completely green, no pupils or white. She said she'd gone to Xavier's school in New York," the boy with the purple hair was telling his buddies. Clark made a little laugh and walked over to the guys.
"I believe that's my wife you're talking about," Clark said. "About this tall, red hair, green eyes, legs that go on for days?" The purple-haired guy nodded.
"Sorry, man. You're the fabled husband?" Clark nodded.
"Don't worry about it. She is hot. That's part of why I married her," he grinned, and help out his had, shifting so his bookbag stayed put on his back. "Clark Kent. You'd be Kelly then?" The guy nodded.
"You're both freshmen, right?" One of the other guys said. "That's a bit young to be married."
"We get that a lot," Clark said. "Sorry, didn't mean to be rude. I'm Clark, as I've just said."
"Theo," the guy replied, shaking Clark's hand. "And that's Bart." Bart nodded. "But still. I mean, I'm 21, and I couldn't even think about getting married.
"Well, I just turned 19," Clark said. "But Dawn and I have actually been living together since we were about 16."
"Your parents just let you guys live together?" Bart asked. Clark looked down.
"Dawn's dad went AWOL years ago, and her mom died when she was 14. She was living with her older sister,but she was killed in the collapse of Sunnydale. My parents were killed in the Kansas bombing," Clark said.
"That really sucks," Kelly said.
"It really does," Clark agreed. Dawn and I kind of. . . combusted. I ran away, she melted down, eventually we both ran away for a while, but we came back and finished school, and now we're here."
"You telling stories about me?" Dawn asked, as she crept up behind him. Clark, of course, knew she was there. He always knew where she was.
"Just telling these guys our sad little sob stories."
Yep. Orphans R Us," dawn said, smiling as she stole bite of Clark's croissant.
"It doesn't bother you?" Bart asked.
"Of course. I lost my family, my town, and a bunch of people I grew up with. Same goes for Clark. We did the emo, broody-hide-your-head-in-the-sand cry, complain and be angsty & whiny crap. That doesn't solve anything. It doesn't keep you alive, and it doesn't help you move on. Our families wouldn't want us moping, they'd want us living. So that's what I intend to do," Dawn said, as she stole the rest of Clark's croissant.
"Hey," He said. "That was my snack."
"Yeah, but now we get to go have dinner," Dawn said.
"Yep, I'm taking you out somewhere nice," he said, leaning over to kiss her on the nose.
"What, you don't like my cooking?" Dawn asked, pretending to pout.
"Dawn, contrary to popular belief, anchovies do not go on everything. And peanut butter & salami is not a sandwich combination anyone should ever eat." The three guys looked disgusted, but Dawn stuck out her tongue at Clark.
"Just because you have no taste," she said. "Kay. Let's go then. NIce talking to you guys," she said, and they all said quick goodbyes.