god thats a lot of flowers

Sticky notes and their return tbh

A week after, the four (Plus Kleinman) met up in the food court, right where they planned. Zoe got some fries and forced Connor to eat them, but other than that, no one was hungry. They were all staring at the laptop Jared had brought along with him, as they talked about what they wanted the site to look like.

Jared grumbled a bit, feeling a little pushed around by everyone else, but everyone ignored it and the moment Jared had edited the final bit, he immediately went onto Twitter.

"What're you doing, Jared?" Zoe had asked, "We're done."

"Well, how do you think people will find the website? A magical scroll appears outside the window of all the troubled children in the world? No, so we have to make a twitter account and then advertise it." He explained simply, a bit of sarcasm on the tip of his tongue. "Still, we have to catch the attention of a whole lot of people. I was thinking of doing a sex tape."

"Jared, please don't." Evan whimpered, a frown placed on his face.

"Well what do you suppose we do?"

"...Maybe a speech? At school, we could ask to do an assembly or something advertising the website and why it's so important. The troubles of what it's like to go through this or how to help your peers. I volunteer to do a speech," Alana smiled at her idea. "But I'm already doing a speech for graduation, so I think someone else in this group should do one."

"Not me. I'm terrible at speeches." Zoe admitted. "I mean, I could do it, but it'll sound really really robotic. Kinda happens."

"I'm the school scary kid. Can't do this, either, sadly." Was Connor's reply, shrugging.

"I vote Evan to do it." Jared barged in, bluntly. "I mean, yeah he's a loser but he's super relatable. Anyways, you ramble a lot, that'll work out for you somehow."

"M-Me? What? W-W-Why would... Why would you want me? To do it?" He panicked, getting sweaty palms at the thought.

The idea terrified him. A curtain of eyes staring at his every move, judging, thinking about their own opinions on how he was. 'God, he's such a slob.' Would be echoed in the hallways about Evan. 'Have you seen his posture? So improper.' 'His stutter is so annoying.' It was outworldly to think that Evan Hansen, the kid who stared at his cards in front of his class in 9th grade while trying to give a speech and almost ending up in tears when he just couldn't bring himself to say anything, was capable of something like this, in front of the whole school?

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Evan." Words of safety helped him calm down a bit, then he shook his head.

The last thing he wanted to do was let down these... Friends and disappoint them. But wouldn't he be doing that by saying the speech? But he'd probably just get an O.K from them if he had a panick attack on stage, right?

"I'll uh, I'll do it, s-sure."

"Really? Evan we don't want you to do it if you don't want to." Alana asked, reaching out her hand across the table to hold Evan's, to help stop the shaking and whatever he might be experiencing.

"No, I'm sure I can try." He received light smiles from everyone but Jared, who gave him a thumbs up while typing something with his right hand onto the laptop.

"Not to break up this... This, but we're going to have to design some stuff for the website. Logo, backgrounds, etc." He pointed out, getting a nod from Connor.

"Yeah, I can do some stuff. If we're sticking with 'You Will Be Found', I already tried a few designs." Flipping his sketchbook to the lastest page, he pointed to one on the bottom right that looked a bit cleaner than the rest, with other versions looking similar to it on the side. It was the words, really, stacked on top of each other, coloured in with different shades of blue, the darkest shade on the bottom and lighter ones on the top. "It's simple but it'd fit on buttons and stuff, I guess. Plus, my tablet's in my room and I have photoshop, so I can send an email or something of the finished version."

"Grrreat. Alright, does anyone have a sticky note? I will graciously right down the email and password to log in for you guys." Jared said, eyeing the logo. "Also, shouldn't we have a group text or something? To send nudes to each other and shit?"

"Maybe not for those reasons, but I think we could do that! Evan, you have everyone's numbers, why don't you?" Zoe asked, pulling out her phone and turning it on. Finally, someone asked him to do something that wasn't impossible.

"Yeah. But I have to get back to the Flower Pot soon." He did the same, opening the app and pressing the 'New Chat' button, selecting the contacts for each of the people there.

"Oh, I almost forgot! We have to go back a little early today, we're supposed to be getting some seeds and flowers pretty soon." Alana explained, grabbing her bag and walking over to Evan's side of the table. "You guys do what you need to, but make sure to tell us! The co-presidents have to know eventually."

"Co-presidents? Bummer, what am I then?" Jared asked, turning around and facing her, pretending to want a specific position.

"You can be the secretary or treasurer. Co-president positions are filled, though. Sorry!"

"What about Connor and Zoe?"

"Connor is the graphic designer and Zoe... You and Zoe decide who wants to be what. I think she'd be a great secretary, so that's a suggestion." Her eyes flickered at Zoe for a moment.

The two left soon after, and then the Murphys had to dash as well, when Connor looked at his watch and discovered they were five minutes late. Jared was the last one at the table, opening his backpack and fishing for a small container with a bath bomb in it.

He had a nice lunch.