stars in our eyes | evan hansen x reader

4.

Evan gave you his address and a time to come over before the bell rang. As the rest of the students poured out of the classroom, you pulled out the printed schedule you had been given, hoping to check where you were supposed to be going discreetly so you didn't look like a freshman or an idiot.

You were able to get through another class. One that had no Hansens, no Becks, no Murphys, and no Kleinmans. After it, however, you had lunch, which was kind of a nightmare for you even when you weren't trapped in an unfamiliar high school with no friends.

You grabbed a quick and portable snack and escaped to the school library, praying that neither food nor phones were banned from it.

You were too scared of looking like an idiot to search your bag in class, but now, in the mostly empty library, you started going through it. The purse had nearly nothing in it. Just three things: cell phone, wallet, keys.

The phone was yours from before, and you could've practically kissed it for its familiarity. You could search up anything; you didn't even know where to start. Cautiously, you typed 'dear evan hansen' into the Google search bar and pressed enter. It didn't go.

You pressed it a few more times. Nothing. You started typing in alternate searches: '2017 tonys', different actor's names, song titles. Either your phone wouldn't even let you press the enter key or the search would come up completely void of anything that had to do with the show.

You casted your phone aside, having already wasted ten minutes of your lunch period on futile Internet searches. Not that you didn't learn anything about the world you were somehow in. The show Dear Evan Hansen wasn't real, because its world is.

You picked up the wallet from your bag and open it up. There was a hundred dollars in it in small bills, along with a debit card you'd never seen before but had your name on it. There was also your driver's license from before, with your name, your picture, your description, and your address. The address was useless as well; it was your old one, nowhere near wherever you were now.

Finally, the keys. There was a set of car keys and a single silver one, presumably to the house and car you had no idea how to locate.

You had no idea what the hell you were going to do.