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Babe Heffron x OC - The Busy and the Tired

Summary: After telling a white lie to a beautiful girl, Babe Heffron does his homework and discovers why home isn’t what it used to be, and how he can learn to live on anyway. Babe Heffron/OC. One-shot.

Rating: General Audiences

(Also posted to my Ao3 and FFN, both linked in my profile!)

“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

In later years, Babe Heffron would tell people that he walked right up to Liz the moment he saw her and struck up a conversation -- that he’d been inexplicably drawn to her. The second part was true enough, but he didn’t actually work up the nerve to talk to her until the third time he saw her.

Because fate was kind, Liz was a lover of routine and the type to frequent the same place at the same time just about every day. This was partly why he had zeroed in on her. Something about the way she sat on the same bench, unwrapped the same sandwich, and opened up her book at the same time every day was a draw -- a comfort, even -- and he’d resolved on that first day that it was a good routine, and that he would continue to take his lunch break at the same park, at the same time.

On that third instance (henceforth to be recorded as “the first instance,” remember), he walked right up to her. She didn’t look up from the book on her lap right away, and he stood for an uncomfortable moment, deciding if he still had time to turn back. Just when he began to move, determined to save face and try again later, she noticed his shoes in her peripheral vision and looked up.

“Oh, hello.” Her voice was bright and soft, and exactly as he’d imagined it might be. Because she’d looked up just as he was moving away, there was an awkward moment where he couldn’t decide whether to keep his momentum and keep walking or stop and lean into the discomfort. The little, reassuring smile she gave after greeting him made the decision for him, and he stayed, bouncing on his heels with a nervous energy instead.

“Hi,” He began, shoving his free hand into his pocket to keep it from fidgeting, “I don’t mean to bother you or anything, but...” He was already about 2 miles off the rails from what he’d planned to say. “I saw you reading, and I was just...wondering what you’re reading.”

"Oh, of course!" She said, putting her thumb down to keep her place and flipping the book closed so that he could see the cover. He tilted his head and leaned forward a bit to get a better look.

“Oh yeah, The Great Gatsby,” He said, eyebrows rising in recognition as he pulled the hand from his pocket and pointed at it. “A good one.”

He hadn’t said he’d read it, exactly, but the implication was there, and her eyes lit up. She glanced down at the paper bag in his hand and straightened.

“Are you on lunch right now?” She asked, gesturing to the spot on the bench next to her. Babe didn’t need to be given a verbal invitation as he sat down on the wooden bench, mindful to leave a proper amount of space so he didn’t seem like a creep.

“Yeah, I am. I’m Babe Heffron,” He said, holding out a hand. She shook it.

“Hi, Babe. Liz Barnes,” She returned. The tiniest bit of color settled on her cheeks as she said his name, and Babe resisted the urge to chuckle when he noticed it.

“So, uh, you’re on your lunch break, too?” He asked, unwrapping his sandwich to keep his hands busy.

“Yeah, I work over at a law firm in that building across the street,” She explained, pointing. Babe followed her finger and nodded.

“Oh, I’ve been in that office park before,” He said, taking a bite of his sandwich. He went to say something else, but then realized he shouldn’t talk to her with his mouth full, so he held up a finger instead. Liz laughed -- the sound was light and reminded him of bells. Babe swallowed. “What do you do there?”

“I’m a file clerk,” she answered, taking a bite of her own sandwich. He watched her pick up her napkin and dab it against her lips when she was done taking the bite. It was something he’d noticed about her from afar, when he’d been too nervous to approach. She wiped her mouth after practically every bite. It was an interesting ritual and had made him wonder if she was uptight -- he hadn’t been expecting this warm of a reception and was practically shaking with excitement from it. “What about you?”

“I work over at Publicker’s,” he said, sucking some mayo off one of his fingers. “The whiskey distillery?”

“Right! Right.” She replied, nodding vigorously. “How long have you been there?”

“Not long,” Babe answered. He paused a moment, and then “I just got back from Europe about a month ago.”

He didn’t need to say more for her to understand, and she nodded again.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here.”

Not that must have been so hard. Not tell me all about it. Not I’m so sorry you went through that. Just a simple, bright I’m glad you’re here.

And Babe found that he wanted to be here. Right here, in this exact spot, forever.

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So, naturally, he returned the next day. Liz, same as yesterday, greeted him with a kind smile and moved her bag to let him know that it was okay for him to sit. They ate in companionable silence for the first few minutes, mostly because Babe didn’t want to stop her from reading, if that’s what she wanted to do. Soon enough, though, she chose to abandon the book for conversation.

“So, what else do you like to do besides reading, Babe?” She asked, bookmarking her page. Babe dropped his sandwich away from his mouth and swallowed, thinking about it. When he was overseas, he had thought constantly about all the stuff he wanted to do when he got back to the states. Once he did get back, though, when all was said and done, he couldn’t remember any of it. None of it seemed to matter so much anymore. It was like this: next to his house, there had always been this colorful, vibrant mural that he loved since childhood. Well, while he was gone, they’d painted over it and made it black. That was how he felt -- blank. A dull shadow of what was once there. What had he enjoyed doing before the war? Whatever it was, he must not enjoy it that much anymore, to not even remember it.

“I like baseball,” He answered, finally, “There’s nothin’ like watching the Phillies play.”

Liz smiled warmly and opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off.

“What part are you at?” He asked. Confusion formed on Liz’s brow, and he gestured to the book in her lap. “How far are you?”

“Oh,” she said, picking it up. “Tom just found out about the affair.”

“Oh, yeah,” Babe replied, “That Tom’s a real creep, huh? How about when he broke that girl’s nose?”

Liz’s eyebrows rose the slightest bit, but that was her only tell. She was surprised. Babe couldn’t decide if he was proud of the reaction, or offended that she hadn’t actually believed him. But then he remembered that he had lied, and let the pride win out. He’d literally run to Foster’s Books after he got off work the night before to get a copy of The Great Gatsby before they closed. He hadn’t gotten nearly as far as he’d hoped to last night (it’d been a while since he’d read a book all the way through), and his coworkers had ribbed him relentlessly all day after they caught him sneaking it out during his downtime moments at the distillery today. He hadn’t gotten as far as she was, but he felt confident he’d read enough to have a conversation.

“Yes, he’s driving me crazy,” She agreed, recovering quickly, “He’s a horrible hypocrite, if you ask me.”

“Gatsby’s just as bad, really.” Babe said, leaning back and spreading an arm across the back of the bench.

“Why do you say that?” She asked, her full attention on him now.

“The guy comes back from the war, and he thinks he’s just gonna make a lot of money, marry the girl of his dreams, and never have problems again? Trust me, it ain’t like that. You come back to the states and you realize --” He stopped and bit the inside of his cheek, reconsidering what he was about to share.

“Realize what?”

“It’s not what it was. That’s all. It’s not what it was before you left.”

They were quiet for a long moment, as Liz thought about what he said, watching him carefully. “Maybe it is what it was, and you’re just able to see it better for what it is. I mean, that’s what the book’s about, right? Complicating the idea of The American Dream?”

Babe had no idea. He would need to finish it tonight -- he glanced down at her bookmark and saw that she was almost finished with it. It would be a long night.

“He should’ve come back with an open mind, instead of expecting everything to be a certain way. Seen what life had to offer him, you know?” Babe said, thinking aloud.

“I agree,” Liz replied.

“It is pretty great how hard he’s trying with Daisy, though.” He added, changing the subject. Liz raised an eyebrow.

“Is it?”

“Well, yeah. Throwing elaborate parties, trying to fit in with the elite and all that. He’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.”

The corners of Liz’s lips upturned a tiny bit.

“I don’t think he’s gotta do that.”

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When Babe showed up the next day, he hoped that the bags under his eyes wouldn’t betray the fact that he’d just managed to finish The Great Gatsby the night before. He felt a swell of satisfaction when he approached the bench and saw that Liz was no longer carrying the book either -- she’d finished it, too.

Just like the day before, he sat down next to her, and they ate in companionable silence for a few minutes. Just as he was finally sorting out what questions he wanted to ask her about the book, she broke the silence.

“So how did you like the ending?” She asked, a knowing smile pulling at her lips. Babe sat up a bit straighter, shifting uncomfortably. He’d been made. She didn’t appear to be upset, but he watched her warily.

“It was sad,” Was all he said.

“It was.”

Silence fell on them again, and they went back to their lunches. After a few moments, Babe bit the bullet.

“So...you wanna go to a baseball game some time?”

Liz smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

#band of brothers #hbo war #babe heffron #babe heffron x oc #bobfic

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you-and-i-for-forever · 7 years

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10 Things I Hate About You AU Chapter 4 (Part B)

Fandom: Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen

Ships: Boyf riends, treebros, richjake, Zolana, Pinkberry

Word count: 3.1k

Feel free the read this on my ao3 instead!

Read chapter 1 here, 2 here, 3 here, or 4 here if you’ve missed them!

It was like him thinking about Connor the other night had somehow called the real Connor Murphy to him wherever Evan went. It felt like no matter where he was, Connor was there. Trying to get him to hang out with him. Why did he want to hang out with Evan? What was he going to do to him? Rip his fingers off? Rob him? Take him somewhere far away and murder him and throw him into a creek?

The library was the first time after the locker incident Connor had approached him. Evan had his face buried in a book when he had become hyper-aware of someone walking towards him. He looked up for a second to find Connor pulling out a chair and sitting down next to him. Evan snapped his head back to his book, his whole body seized up.

“What’s up?” Connor asked, looking and sounding bored.

Evan blushed and shrugged, trying his best to make himself invisible. He couldn’t bear to look over at Connor, it was too embarrassing and frightening. The school bell suddenly rang, freeing Evan from this social prison.

Another time was when he was walking out the front doors of the school, heading home. Someone fell into step with him and Evan only glanced over.

“You want a ride home?” Connor asked, nodding his head at Evan in a greeting.

“No-no, uh, no thanks.” Evan stuttered out and walked faster.

The most recent time was in Mrs. Perry’s American history class. Evan was well aware that Connor sat right behind him and he could feel his eyes boring into the back of his head. When Mrs. Perry dismissed the class, Evan felt a tap on his shoulders.

He turned to Connor, slowly.

“Wanna study for the exam on Monday?” Connor asked, tilting his head.

“I’m actually gonna– gonna be…out of town this weekend. My grandma’s sick and I have to go and-and-and visit her.” Evan stuttered out the lie then tore out of the classroom, so frazzled from the attention.

No one had ever paid Evan so much attention before, it felt so strange. The few people who would try to talk to him usually became annoyed with his stuttering and stammering very quickly. They usually wouldn’t talk to him again after. Connor had to be playing some prank on him. Trying to mess with him and see if he’ll cry or something.

Evan contemplated if he should just hang out with Connor once to get the whole prank over with.

Connor was in his usual spot in the courtyard, reading The Great Gatsby for English class. He wasn’t especially interested in it but he trying to distract himself from the past 2 weeks. Evan wasn’t the easiest person to try and befriend.

Connor ran a hand through his hair, miffed by the whole thing.

“When I shell out fifty, I expect results,” A voice growled from in front of him.

Connor knew the honeymoon period hand to end at some point.

“Yeah, I'm on it,” Connor said, not even looking up from his book. It’s not like Connor wasn’t trying. Evan fled like a startled deer whenever Connor approached him. He had been trying to come up with different strategies for days.

“Following that freak around doesn’t count as a date. And if you don’t get any, I don’t get any.” Jake grunted and crossed his arms.

What the fuck did he just say?

Connor glared up him, top lip pulling back in disgust. “I just upped my price,” Connor spat at him.

Jake tensed up but Connor wasn’t scared of him.

“What?” Jake asked through gritted teeth.

“A hundred bucks a date. In advance.” Connor said, snapping his book shut and standing up.

“You haven’t even taken him anywhere! Forget it.” Jake bit back.

“Forget his brother, then,” Connor said with what he hoped was a mean looking smirk.

Jake looked pissed but reached into his packet and fished out a wallet. He peeled out another 50 and shoved it into Connors' hand.

“This better work Murphy,” Jake said with a growl.

Connor rolled his eyes as Jake walked away, but…started feeling just the tiny bit nervous.

Was he really gonna be able to do this?

Michael and Jared were sitting in Michael’s care in the school parking lot, watching Connor walk to his car.

“Go,” Jared said, shoving his arm.

“No, you go,” Michael said, shoving him back.

Jared rolled his eyes, “I went last time and since that went SO well, I think you should go.”

Michael nodded and quickly got out of the car. He walked over to Connor, palming at the soda bottle in his hands. Connor was unzipping his backpack, looking for something. Michael glanced back and saw Jared had followed him, hanging back a little.

“We know what you’re trying to do, with Evan Hansen,” Michael said, trying to sound confident but shrinking a little when Connor merely glanced over his shoulder at him.

“We want to help you out,” Michael continued.

“Why’s that?” Connor grunted, not really seeming to care what the answer was.

“The situation is,” Jared began and Connor visibly stiffened at the sound of his voice. Michael was sure Connor was going to turn around and be able to kill Jared with just a look.

Jared continued like there wasn’t a possibility of them both getting murdered, “My man Michael here has the hots for Jeremy, Evan’s stepbrother.”

Connor finally turned all the way around and for just a split second Michael saw a glimpse of someone else. The same person who had freed a defenseless animal. His eyes looked tired like he didn’t have enough energy to put up a fight against Jared or run.

“What’s so great about that guy anyway?” Connor asked, running fingers through long, greasy hair.

Jared shrugged, “Don’t know. But I think I speak correctly when I say that Michael's love is pure. Purer than say – Jake Dillinger's.”

“Look. I'm in on this for the cash. Dillinger can fuck whoever he wants.” Connor huffed.

Michael said looking between Connor and Jared, “Okay, there will be no fucking!”

Both Connor and Jared glanced over at him and snorted.

“Look, Connor, let me explain something to you here. We set this whole thing up so Michael can get the guy.” Jared wrapped an arm around Michael’s shoulders, “Michael. Jake's just a pawn.”

Connor stood there, looking back and forth between Michael and Jared. “So you two are really gonna help me?” Connor asked, very suspicious.

“We’ll do some research. We’ll find out what he likes. We’re your guys.” Jared said with a shit-eating grin.

“And he means that in a strictly non-prison-movie type of way,” Michael explained. Connor narrowed his eyes at him.

“Look, Rich Goranski just posted on his twitter that Jake’s having a party in like 3 weeks. It’s the perfect opportunity.” Jared explained.

Connor raised an eyebrow, “Opportunity for what?”

“For you to take out Evan,” Michael said.

Connor knitted his eyebrows together, “Doesn’t really seem like one for social events.”

“He’s not so he’ll just follow you around, stick by your side the whole time. You won’t be able to get rid of him.” Jared smirked.

“I‘ll think about it.” Connor said, pulling out his keys from his backpack, “I need him to talk to me first.”

“We’ll let you know what we find,” Michael said with a nod. Connor mirrored his nod and walked around his car and climbed in.

Jared grabbed Michael’s arm, “Come on, it’s time to snoop.”

Michael was confused. He knew he and Jared talked about digging up things about Evan, but he wasn’t exactly sure what they were going to do. They couldn’t just drive over to Jeremy’s house and go through Evan’s things, that was crazy. It started making less sense when Jared had instructed him to drive to Jared’s house.

Soon, Michael and Jared were sitting at Jared’s kitchen table with only Jared’s computer sitting in front of them. Jared was typing away at it like a madman.

“What are we even doing?” Michael asked.

“Looking for what Evan facts,” Jared said.

“What are you going to do, google him and hope a list comes up?”

“Nah, I can just hack into his computer and see what he’s into.”

“What?” Michael cried “You can’t do that, that’s illegal.”

Jared just snorted and kept typing on his computer, “Only if someone finds out.”

Michael watched Jared finish typing in a bar of coding into a tab when another one popped up. It was of a desktop homepage that wasn’t Jared’s. The background was a pathway in a forest. There were a couple icons. Evan’s desktop.

Jared started clicking on random things, hemming, and hawing. Some pictures of people that Michael didn’t recognize but must be Evan’s family. Pictures of animals, plants, random stuff that looked like photos saved from google images.

Jared went through word documents next. Lots of old assignments. He opened a folder entitled Letters from Me. There were about 30 of them.

“What are these? Sex letters to himself?” Jared laughed.

He leaned in while Michael leaned back. This didn’t feel right. Maybe they shouldn’t be going through Evan’s stuff.

“Woah. We definitely need to start making a list. It’s like he knew what kind of information we needed.”

Michael reluctantly pulled out a notebook and started scrawling down anything Jared told him. Jared poked fun at Evan the entire time and Michael felt worse.

“Hey, Jared we probably have enough stuff here. We can come back to this if Connor needs anything else.”

“Just a sec, I want to check one more thing,” Jared said, a devilish smile creeping across his face.

He opened up Evan’s web browser and opened the computers history.

“Oh my god, I knew it.”

Well, that was a surprise. Last night Connor’s name was typed into google several times. Evan had searched for him in almost every popular social media site. “What does that mean?” Michael asked.

“He’s interested.” Jared said, nodding like he knew it was going to be there, “Aw! He wanted to be Facebook buddies.”

Somewhat relieved, Michael let his shoulders sag, “Well, at least we know that Evan’s not completely terrified of him.”

Connor turned the dial on his locker around for the billionth time. Stupid thing was stuck all the time. He took deep breaths in and out of his nose to stay calm. It was just a stupid metal door, it wasn’t going to get the best of him.

“Hey.” Someone said from beside him.

He glanced over and saw the asshole with the glasses and his friend.

“So what've you got for me?” Connor asked, finally able to open his locker.

“A little insight into a very complicated dude.” Asshole’s friend said.

“Michael has notes. First thing: Evan hates smokers.” Jared said, gesturing towards the rolled blunt Connor had half-heartedly trying to conceal.

“You’re telling me I can’t smoke my pot?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Yeah. But just for now.” Michael – apparently – reassured him.

“So I already know that Evan’s likes girls and guys, but there’s a problem. He likes pretty guys.” Jared said.

Connor glared down at that asshole, trying to look frightening. He couldn’t care less what Jared thought of him, but he wouldn’t get teased by the leader of the Lollipop Guild.

“Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?” He bit.

“He's very pretty! He’s a gorgeous guy.” Michael interjected, fear in his eyes.

“Whatever you say.” Jared snorted.

Connor watched Michael pull a piece of paper out of the gut pocket on his sweatshirt and offer it to him. He cautiously opened it and found a list of Evan facts.

“Alright. Okay. He loves trees and nature, calming music, home cooked meals, and reading. Here’s a list of books and movies he likes too.” Michael explained, running his hand along the paper and pointing out each of the items on the list.

“So I'm supposed to make him dinner and buy him some books, right?” Connor asked, and thought about how stupid the plan was.

“Have you ever been to that little park off Kennedy St., Boulevard Park? That’s where Evan likes to go most days after school if he’s not hiding in his room from the rest of humanity.” Jared said.

Connor pulled a face, “I don’t like parks.” His locker finally popped open.

Parks meant people who would stare at him and little kids who would cry at the site of him and other teenagers who might chase him through the forest again and stupid shit like that.

“But he’ll be there.” Michael pressed.

Jared smirked, “You can be in sunlight right? You won’t burst into flames?”

Connor rolled his eyes and threw the blunt back into his locker and slammed it shut, ignoring the fact that he actually needed a few things out of it.

He ran a hand down his face and sighed, not looking forward to this at all.

Evan arrived at the park about 20 minutes after school got out. He walked to his favorite tree, a large oak tree that was about a 30 feet into the forest. It wasn’t really hidden or anything but it was secluded and quiet. He made himself comfortable and pulled out a copy of Collins Tree Guide and started reading. The sun was filtering through the trees and Evan liked the way the light moved around on his book.

This was one of the rare days when he felt almost at peace and that nothing was really wrong. Dr. Sherman had changed his medication a little so maybe that was helping.

He had read through a couple pages when his stomach growled and he turned to his bag to pull out a snack.

His eyes scanned the woods and relaxed his shoulders a little. Maybe today could be okay. Maybe it would all be fine. Evan almost choked on his goldfish when he saw someone sitting on the bench just outside the forest opening.

His pulse picked up when he saw it was not, in fact, some random person but Connor. Evan coughed and threw himself behind the tree, trying to become completely hidden by the thick trunk.

Had Connor followed him there? Was he spying on him?

Evan peeked around the tree. Connor was just staring at a book in his hands. Evan sighed.

Connor’s eyes quickly shot up and suddenly their eyes had locked.

Connor got up and started walking over to him. Evan hid back around the tree not sure what to do. He stood up and glanced around for an escape route.

“Hey wait,” Connor called as Evan grabbed his backpack. Evan turned and Connor was only a few feet from him.

“Hey I’m…look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you leave,” Connor said, looking sort of apologetic.

Evan looked down at the ground and spoke, “I was just gonna- I was already- I was leaving.”

“Oh,” Connor said and Evan peaked up at him, he actually looked just the tiniest bit disappointed.

“I mean I was gonna-gonna leave in a few minutes…” Evan said, his voice dropping on the last couple words. “Oh?” Connor said.

“Y-yeah,” Evan replied, feeling weird and flustered.

They stood in silence for a few moments.

“What were you reading?” Connor asked, gesturing towards the book still clutched between his hands. It probably had nail marks into now.

“Oh, it’s a book about- about trees. Trees native to Europe. It’s really cool…if you’re into…trees.” Evan finished lamely. Why did he allow himself to talk?

“What kind of trees are native to Europe?” Connor asked.

“Um well um there’s ash trees which can live up to 400 years old and Plymouth Pear which is one of Europe’s rarest trees, and Crack Willow that grows by rivers.” Evan quickly rambled off.

“Cool,” Connor said with a small smile. Evan blushed and fiddled with the book.

“Yeah. If you like that you’ll be...obsessed with all my forest expertise.” Evan said, not knowing what else to say but wanting to fill the space.

Connor’s smile grew a little more and Evan thought he must be thinking how lame it was to like plants so much.

“Exper-trees.” Was all Connor said with a small grin.

Evan let out a short laugh, surprised that the scary, intimidating, possibly criminal Connor Murphy had made a joke, and it wasn’t even at his expense.

Evan somehow found himself walking side by side Connor around the park. Connor was actually an all-around normal person. Evan was still nervous, that seemed more general to everything, not specifically towards Connor.

As they walked, Connor pointed at every tree they passed by and asked Evan for its name and a cool fact. Evan supplied him some information he knew about all of them.

Evan realized something after he had informed Connor about spruce trees, “You’re not, uh, surrounded by your- your usual cloud of smoke.”

Connor turned to look at him, with an arched eyebrow. “Oh my- oh my god that was...so rude I’m s-sorry.” Evan stuttered out.

“I quit. Apparently, they’re bad for your memory or something. Came to the park today to get some healthy, fresh air and that’s when I spotted you.” Connor explained with a shrug.

“Oh.” Was all Evan replied with, “yeah, well, I’m always here.”

They started talking about some other neutral topics; movies, books, travel. Connor liked fantasy movies, coming of age stories, and wanted to road trip around the US.

They were just getting to hobbies - Connor apparently didn’t have any – when Evan felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out to a text from his mom, reminding him he had his therapist appointment soon and to start heading home now.

“I um I gotta go,” Evan said, feeling slightly saddened at the thought of leaving their conversation.

“Okay.” Connor said eyebrows scrunched up, “Hey uh, can I give you my email address?”

“Email address?” Evan asked.

“Yeah, my parents took my phone away so I can’t text but I can give you my email. I’d like to know more cool tree facts.” Connor paused and ran a hand through his hair, “I mean…unless I’m bothering you.”

“What? Oh no, um, not at all.” Evan said, suddenly feeling desperate to not lose whatever friendship was starting to form between the two of them.

“Well, I tried to talk to you at school and you didn’t really seem that interested,” Connor said, trailing off. Evan felt his face flush again and lied, “Oh that? No-no-no, I wasn’t trying to avoid- avoid you or, uh, anything, honestly.”

Evan carefully handed Connor his phone. Wait…was this the part where Connor just took his phone and ran? How was he supposed to watch him? What if he sold his phone to buy drugs? What if-?

Connor handed back his phone with his email address typed in.

“Email me whenever.” Evan looked into Connor’s eyes for a second before looking back down at Connor’s email address.

Evan gave him a shy smile, “Okay.”

#be more chill #dear evan hansen #boyf riends #tree bros #richjake #pinkberry #zolana #galaxy gals #deh #bmc #AU fanfiction #fanfic

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