Dear Connor Murphy

Part 4

Flopping on his bed he decided to make another letter.

Dear Evan Hansen,

Turns out this wasn't an amazing day after all. This isn't going to be an amazing week or an amazing year, because why would it be?

I know, because there's Connor, and all my hope is pinned on Connor, who I don't even know, and doesn't know me. Maybe if I could just talk to him. Maybe nothing would be different at all. I wish everything was different.

I wish I was part of something. I wish that anything I said mattered to anyone. I mean face it, would anyone notice if I just disappeared tomorrow?

Sincerely,

Your most best, and dearest friend, Me

His phone buzzed.

CMurphy- you still want to hang out? I can be over in ten

Treeman- sure

CMurphy- treeman?

Treeman- I like trees okay

CMurphy- lol okay kiddo, see you in ten

About fifteen minutes later a disheveled Connor Murphy knocked on the door.

"I got lost," he said almost sheepishly.

"I-It's okay, c-come on in," he stood there awkwardly as Connor took off his shoes. Act natural, Evan. Act natural.

"So, you want anything to eat?" He asked, trying to keep a conversation going.

"Sure, what do you have?"

"I- I uh, have money for pizza, but um, I'm not very good, at, uh, ordering," Evan stuttered.

"That's okay, I can order," and so Connor ordered the pizza, and they waited in Evan's room.

"I have to go, um, to the bathroom," Evan told him, and ran into the bathroom.

CONNOR POV

He felt so... weird. With Evan he felt calmer? He didn't understand what was happening.

It didn't help that he had a massive crush on Evan, which he didn't even know you could get that big of a crush on someone in one day, but it happened.

He noticed that Evan's computer was still open. He couldn't help himself, and he read the letter.

What. The. Fuck. He didn't even care that Evan was talking about him, but he became so worried about the rest that he didn't notice the doorbell ring for the first three times.

He rushed down and payed for the pizza, and brought it back up to the room where Evan was sitting, typing on his computer.

"Pizza's here!" He announced, sitting next to Evan, who blushed.

"Thanks," he mumbled and reached across his lap for a piece.

"And Evan?"

"Yeah?" Evan looked up at him with his adorable brown eyes.

"You know you can talk to me whenever you want? I don't fucking care if it's three am, text me. Okay?"

"Okay."