Treebros oneshots

~Passing Papers~

Evan Hansen pov: 

The clock was ticking. Clicking too loudly, yet softly? I don't know why it was bothering me. Why did I let everything bother me? Well, more like everything bothers me but I just let it slide, because why should I give in to the term of uh- bothering right? Or maybe I'm just overthinking things like usual. Haha, yeah, that's what it is. Look at me go. "Evan Hansening" normal things.

I slumped down in my seat and sighed. My gaze shifted over towards a certain student. A student who people either knew and ignored, or, a student who people knew and feared. His name is Connor Murphy? Yeah, that's his name. You can't forget that. He's one of those kids who you don't really wanna mess around with, someone to stay away from. 

I noticed that he was drawing on his arm with a black sharpie? I leaned over in my seat, trying to catch a better glance. I'm not being a creep- right? No. Being a creep is staring for too long. I noticed that he was drawing random symbols. 

A heart here, a skull there, a circle there, and stickman here. 

He was actually pretty good! Even if they were just symbols..I shouldn't judge. He seemed very focused, but also really bored. Just like everyone else in the classroom. Just like me.

I was about to zone out even more until I heard my name echo throughout my ears.

"Evan, do you know?" my teacher, Mrs. Erin, asked. I blinked, I blinked twice. Then, I froze. My hands slowly began to sweat. Shit. I wiped my hands on my pants as I glanced up at Mrs. Erin and whispered, "What?" I felt almost every eye on me. She raised her voice, making my shoulders tense, "I asked, do you know?" She said, pointing at the whiteboard behind her. I couldn't see what she meant, she was blocking it.

"Uhm, no, I-I don't know, sorry-" I mumbled, fidgeting my fingers. My heart was racing. I just needed her to shift her focus on to someone else, back to the lesson, anything. Mrs. Erin sighed, and turned her attention to another student, asking that poor soul the same question.

Connor Murphy pov: 

Ha. That poor kid. The teacher didn't have to out him out like that. Out? Out. I lowered my marker and glanced over at him. Poor boy was shaking. I felt a small smile grow on my face. Not trying to be "rude" or "laugh." Just a smile. I've been in this place before. Even though the topic had changed, he still seemed shaken up. I glanced down at my desk, then my arm, examining the symbols.

Circle - just a fucking circle, I didn't know. 

Heart - Love. Ooo, how sweet. 

Skull - Dead. "Edgy."

Stickman - ?

I blinked, staring down at my arm. I gripped my sharpie as I drew a line right through the outline of the figure's head. 

Hangman - even edgier.

My eyes kept shifting over to the boy. It felt like a checkup. Oh, yeah, let's check up on this random kid who was just put on the spot! Least I could do. I silently snickered to myself. Before I knew it, I was reaching in my bag. Everyone around me gave me side eyes. Oh, right. The freaky kid reaching into his backpack. Very funny. 

I pulled out a blue sticky note stack. Dollar tree? Or store.. who knows how long these have been in here. I slowly peeled one, and placed it on my desk. Gripping the sharpie I held, I began to write. Once I finished, I crumbled it up, and looked over at the boy. Still seems a bit shaken. I took one guick glance at the teacher before throwing the paper on his desk, sliding back down my seat.

Evan Hansen pov: 

I finally calmed down. Or at least that's what I'll believe. Fake it 'till you make it, right? Wrong. See, it's hard to fake something once it's obvious. I probably won't be called on for the rest of the year. Great. That's perfect, actually. As I was still gathering my thoughts, something flashed through my eyes. I glanced down and saw a blue, crumpled paper. I nervously looked around the classroom. Who just did that? Why would someone do that? I had 3 thoughts before reading it;

1. I'm getting made fun of.

2. I'm being picked at for the teacher situation

3.I'm getting made fun of and picked at because of the teacher situation and just in general.

Number 3 might be a winner. 

I hesitantly uncrumpled the paper, slightly looking away just in case. Why? Not like words can hurt me. And yet, they do. A lot. What- oh, I'm getting lost in thought. I uncrumpled the paper, and read over it..

"Sorry tht Teacher called u out like that. Hope that ur okay lol 👍🖤

CONNOR"

I felt my eyes go wide. I immediately looked over at the writer, who was paying attention to Mrs. Erin. And yet, it seemed like not a single thought was going on in his brain. Connor Murphy was the one who gave me this? The supposed "creature." The kid who smells like smoke, and has mutiple eyebags. He gave it? Was it a stage of mockery, or genuine? Why would he give me this. Maybe he noticed my staring from earlier. Maybe he saw that I saw every single symbol. Maybe-

I realized I was staring. Fuck. Not again. I turned my attention back to the paper, feeling a smile grow through my lips. I gave one final glance to Connor, who was now staring at me. Our eyes were locked. I awkwardly smiled and mouthed, "Thanks" but it felt like plain air. He nodded and went back to doodling on his arm. I grinned. Suddenly, I truly felt more calm.

AAAGAHDHDH I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS- THIS WAS MY FIRST ONE AND IT WAS ALSO MADE AT LIEK- MIDNIGHT BUT- HAHDHD HOPEFULLY I CAN ADD ON TO THESE!!