Dear Connor Murphy

Part 6

Still Connor's POV

They drove in silence except for the music playing in the background. It was nice, actually. Evan was grinning like an idiot, but hey, if that wasn't the cutest thing Connor had ever seen, he didn't know what was.

"What kind of ice cream do you want?" Connor turned and smiled, something he wasn't quite used to yet.

"Oh, uh, I don't care, whatever you're getting," Evan mumbled.

"Alright," he left it at that. He figured he'd get two vanillas. Everybody like vanilla right?

"Hey! What can I get for you today?" An over excited girl asked. Urg.

"Two small vanillas, please," he told her.

"Alright that will be seven dollars exact," the got their ice cream and Connor began to drive him home.

"Thanks for, you know, paying and stuff, and hanging out with me," Evan blushed and holy shit he looked so cute. "Maybe we could do it again sometime?"

"Hell yeah, this was the most fun I've had in years," he smiled at the small, blushing boy.

"Why? It's just me," he could hear the distaste for himself in the few words he said.

"Yeah, but you're actually nice, and I enjoying hanging out with you, and you shouldn't doubt yourself, because you're fucking amazing, okay?"

"Okay," Connor pulled into his driveway, and smiled as he got out.

"Bye Connor, see you tomorrow?" Evan asked, his hands fidgeting and pulling on his shirt. Why was he still nervous around him?

"Uh, yeah, sure, see you then," Connor gave him a quick smile then started the car. His parents would be pissed.

"Connor Murphy where on earth have you been?" His dad asked as soon as he walked in.

"I was with a friend."

"Connor, you don't even have friends," Zoe muttered from the kitchen table.

"Fuck you, yes I do," shit. SHIT. That rhymes.

"Yeah? Who?" Zoe taunted.

"Zoe, enough," his dad tried to warn, but it was too late.

"Evan Hansen." He told her, smug that he had a response.

"That kid is only being nice because he doesn't have any friends either, you guys are the perfect pair!" Zoe laughed, and continued her homework.

"Shut up," he almost yelled, and stormed off to his room. He could feel the anger festering inside of him.

He punched the wall, leaving a hole in the wall, and actually really hurting his hand. He didn't care. He punched it again, and again. His mom screamed at him to stop. He didn't care.

He stopped, looking at his hand and realized Evan would ask about it the next day. "Fuck," he mumbled, angry with himself for getting so worked up. Maybe if his parents actually realized he needed mental help, he would get better, but no.

The next day he actually made it to school on time. "Hey Connor," Evan's timid voice said.

"Hey Ev," he turned at smiled at the smaller boy, but the smile fell when he saw Jared next to him.

"Hey Connor, it's nice to see you too," Jared muttered, which made Evan elbow him.

"Shut up, Jared." Evan grumbled, obviously upset that they weren't getting along.

"Okay, geez Evan, why so defensive? Is he your boyfriend?"

Evan turned the color of a fucking tomato, and Connor wanted to laugh, but he knew he was probably blushing aswell. "Shut it, Kleinman. Why are you here?"

"To apologize for yesterday. So, yeah, I'm sorry. Maybe we could all hang out tomorrow after school, my place would work if you're interested. And yes, Evan will be there." Jared sighed, and readjusted his glasses.

"Please Connor?" Evan asked, pleading, and shit Connor couldn't refuse that.

"Fine." Seeing Evan smile like that made it worth it.