Dear Evan Hansen/Be More Chill oneshots!

tonight belongs to you (stagedorks fluff)

summary: christine is adorable and jeremy is a nervous wreck. that will be all.

I wipe my hands on my pants for the third time. "Are you sure about this?"

Michael rolls his eyes and playfully shoves me. "If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have driven you here in the first place. You got this, man."

I nod, still not totally convinced. I've been sitting in the car with Michael for the past 10 minutes, trying to work up the courage to actually step out onto Christine's driveway and pick her up for prom. In my panicked state, I decided it would be a good idea to show up a few minutes early. Unfortunately for me, I ended up spending those extra minutes convincing myself it would be better to jump into the driver's seat of Michael's PT Cruiser and speed off the nearest cliff.

Michael lightly shakes my shoulder, snapping me back into reality. "Dude. Listen to me. You've completely got this. All you have to do is knock on the door, get Christine, and walk her back to the car. It's not like you're asking her out again."

I shrink in my seat. "Yeah, but this is... different. It's fucking prom night, Michael. This is important! What if I mess up? What if she hates me after tonight? What if-"

Michael shakes me again, but more aggressively this time. "Jeremy motherfucking Heere, listen to me. Christine loves you for YOU, man. Unless you spike the punch and re-squip everyone, I don't think there's anything you could do to get her to hate you."

I laugh weakly.

"Too soon?"

"Way too soon, Michael."

He sighs and smiles at me. "I'm just trying to tell you: you can do this, bro."

I take a deep breath and smile back. "Yeah. No. Totally. I can do this." I open the car door and put one foot on the pavement.

"Are you going to actually fully exit the car or do I need to push you out?"

With a chuckle, I roll my eyes and put the other foot down. "I'm GOING, Michael!"

"Don't forget these," he adds, tossing me the bouquet of flowers I picked up on the way here.

 "Oh, right," I say, catching the flowers midair. "What would I do without you?"

"You'd be dead," Michael responds with a shit-eating grin. "Now go get your girl, buddy!" he cheers as I make my way up the driveway.

I turn around to shoot some finger guns at him before straightening my posture and squaring up in front of the door. My finger hovers over the doorbell, unwilling to move forward and let me press it. I take a shaky breath in and force it forwards.

Ding-dong.

Not even thirty seconds later, the door flies open to reveal none other than Christine Canigula, grinning from ear to ear. I can hear music from The Prom playing from somewhere inside her house. Very thematic. (It's one of the many musicals she's introduced me to over the past few weeks. Little Shop of Horrors is probably my favorite, though. One of the guys who plays Seymour seems super cool.)

"Jeremy!" she says happily, her sparkly emerald dress swishing around her as she bounces. She immediately leans forward and wraps me in the best hug I've ever experienced in my entire life.

"Christine!" I stammer, trying to match her enthusiasm without sounding like the anxious disaster I am. I present the flowers, which have thankfully not been crushed by the hug. She accepts them happily, giving me yet another spirit-lifting cuddle. 

 "Wait!" she says suddenly, letting go of me. "I have something for you too." Reaching into her pocket (the dress has pockets?!), she pulls out a matching glitter-covered bow tie. "So we can match," she says, handing it to me. 

I feel myself blush. "I- wow. Thanks," I say, immediately putting it on. Thankfully, the color goes well with the dark blue suit I'm wearing. Christine claps her hands, signaling her approval. "Jeremy, it looks great! You look so cute!" 

My face turns even redder. "I- uh, thanks. You're- you look really nice, too!"

Christine giggles and grabs my hand. "We should take pictures now!"

Michael honks the horn, interrupting my response. "Pictures can wait, you two lovebirds! If we don't hurry up, we'll be late, and I told Jake I'd meet him at the auditorium in 15 minutes."

"Sorry, Micha!" I shout apologetically. Turning to Christine, I offer her my arm, which she links with hers as we march down the driveway together. "C'mon," I say with a smile. "As you would say, let's make it clear that tonight belongs to us."

look yall boyfs is cute but stagedorks is honestly SO slept on and I will not take criticism. also this one is kinda short but I procrastinated my english homework to do it so I have to go do that now HAHAHA

word count: 829

see yall later!

-noozees