god thats a lot of flowers

Cause a (halloween) party's a bad excuse to put your body thru bad abuse

//alternate title: Big fun

Evan had no idea what he was getting into. But suddenly he was in some girl's house where teens were playing loud, obnoxious music and dancing with party lights on a dance floor. Avery Carter was a popular girl, one could say, but despite that, always made an effort to notice the invisible kids. Which is why the out of place boy stood by the drinks table, surrounded by other people who had never even dared to talk to Evan before, actually paying attention to him and trying to get him to down some jello shots.

They were drunk, which would explain a lot, but it felt nice to be recognized. So he made the bold decision to try the shots, underestimating the kick that they had. There was definitely vodka in there.

Soon 1 became 2, then 3 and 4. He started feeling tipsy after someone handed him a red solo cup with some mixed fruit drink in it and he instinctively chugged it. Evan's face was flushed and he acted on impulse, drunk but feeling great.

"Didn't think you'd be here, Hansen," Came the voice of Jared Kleinman, who gentlemanly took a sip from his own cup and tried to stifle laughter when he saw Evan's state. He appeared from the shadows in the hallway connecting the living room and kitchen together, back against the wall.

"Had to come," He smiled, words slurring at some points as he dragged his own body to stand next to him, leaning on the wall. Evan chuckled, giving his cup to some passerby who just put it down on the kitchen table.

"Isn't this your like... First kegger? Wow. Big steps, pal." The tone was obviously more menacing, laced with venom, almost, but it passed by the other's head, who simply squinted his eyes and tried to study Jared's face.

"Are you... Also drunk?"

"Yep." Another sip. Jared was also a bit red and the fact that they were actually talking to each other meant something was up.

"You're so short," Evan commented, and they both laughed at his stupid snort that he made after giggling.

"Oh-ho-hooooo," He smiled wider when he turned his head to see a certain tallass beanpole approaching awkwardly, pushing his way through the crowd of teens. "It's the one and only Connnnnnoorrrrr Murrrrrrphyyyy!" Jared dragged out his name to make a dramatic entrance for the boy.

"Oh, hi Jared." His attention snapped to the announcer, then spotted Evan. "Hey. Are you two...?" The latter nodded confidently. Confirmation that he was drunk: Evan is never confident.

"Ev, you should probably go home," Connor turned to him. "C'mon, I'll drive you,"

"Noooo, stay here! It's fun~" Trying to look to Jared for backup, he noticed that he slipped away, doing god knows what with whomever.

"No, you are drunk and you can get into trouble. If I stay, I'll get drunk. And we both know we're trying to stop me from doing that stuff again." He spoke with a firm yet soft voice, trying to avoid using the words 'addiction' that could possibly alarm him. It wasn't working, though, and Evan refused again, but quieter.

So they maneuvered their way through the large house and onto the front yard where items were scattered all over grass- Condoms, flasks, popped balloons, makeup kits, etc.- And a few couples were making out (or trying to) on the porch or on the lawn, one person on top of their lover.

"Hey, Con?"

"Yeah?" Evan was grasping Connor's arm as they walked down the sidewalk, making this probably one of the closest times he's been with his crush, the first being their hug, of course, as he pulled out his keys with his free hand to unlock the car they stopped in front of.

"Why'd you come?" He was being helped into the passenger seat, since being drunk didn't help his balance at all, and Connor paused, trying to think of the right answer.

"...Alana said she saw you coming here and she asked me to pick you up because she was concerned for you." He responded, looking straight at the blue eyes of the other.

"Oh," Evan could feel the taller boy's breath, staggering for just a moment until regaining it's constant pattern. Their faces were close together, and he could see every detail of Connor's face- The faded, washed out navy colour of his optics, the pale and almost lifeless skin with dark circles under his eyes, and chapped lips that had been mistreated on accident and desperately needed chapstick. His hair had been pulled back into a small bun on the back of his head, leaving his face uncovered.

It seemed so cliche, to kiss in the night, the only visible light being from the moon and Connor's car. But the gap closed between them and while messy, it was an incredible kiss. The trace of alcohol lingered in Evan's mouth as Connor's heart sunk in realization and he pulled away, quickly standing straight up and slamming the door to get in on his side.

They drove to Evan's house, where the driveway was empty so the two slipped in, deciding to have Connor stay the night so that he didn't have to drive alone in the dark.

"Do you have Netflix or something?" Connor asked, prodding Evan, who was sitting on the living room couch. He nodded lazily, looking up to turn on the TV and then handing the remote to the sober boy.

They quickly decided to watch the series that appeared first on the recommended category after Evan told Connor where the spare blankets were so that he could grab one for the both of them. It was white and soft, and they were both comfortable in the matter of seconds, cuddling together while watching some strange Netflix show.

Evan dozed off easily while Connor stayed up for a few more episodes, enjoying the comfort of his crush resting his head on his shoulder as he slept. But before long, he too was asleep, despite him falling asleep at 2:35 AM.

Heidi arrived home the next morning, disheveled that her son had actually gone to the party and brought someone home, and it took a quite a while for Evan to wake up after.

-

"Honey," Heidi nudged her sleeping son, who was now on his side, missing a certain someone. "Time to wake up, you have to go to work in half an hour."

Evan stirred, blinking, but then he covered his eyes, blinded by the sudden light from the window. The thought of work? Terrible. Horrible. No-good. Very bad.

"I don't want to go... W-Where's-"

"Connor? He woke up a few hours ago because he had to leave. He's really polite, I'm so glad you have a friend like that." She smiled lightly.

"C-Can I, uh," His heart raced as he said the words, "Not go to work today?"

"Why not?"

'Tell the truth, Evan.' "I... I think I'm hungover."

The mother frown. Oh, how terrible. The look of 'I'm not mad, just really disappointed in you.', where she really is not mad, and it hurts so, so much.

"Did you kids drink at the party?" A nod from Evan. Heidi got up from her crouched position and patted his shoulder. "Alright, then. I'll call you in, and I'll... I'll fix you up a hangover cure, ok? You can sleep, again."

-

June 10th, 3:45 PM

Alana Beck: Heard you're not coming in today :(

Were you at Avery's party?

Evan Hansen: Yeah.

Alana Beck: Connor picked you up, right? Tell me he did before the incident happened.

Evan Hansen: I don't think we were there for the incident... what are you talking about?

Alana Beck: I don't like to spread rumours, but someone got hurt and the police showed up right away.