ACT 1: Hello, Evan Hansen

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Hey, I just wanted to quickly say thank you to you (The one who wanted to read this), because this is actually my very first story on Wattpad! I know, a very scary but also exciting time. Since I'm here, I just want to tell you about another great 'Evan Hansen' story, written by LullaLoo. It was maybe one of the most heartfelt things I've ever read! Anyway, my apologizes if your name is Millie, just change the character's name. Anyway, enough rambling!

"It was this way, I know it was!" Y/N's baby sister, Millie, whined as the two of them continued to aimlessly wander around. For the last week of summer vacation, Y/N  (obviously) wanted to do ANYTHING but babysit her sister. She had an unusual fascination with the woods.

"Okay, okay, I'll lead this time."  Y/N said, and took her  sister's hand.

"Wait!" She let go of her hand, and began climbing on top of her.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

"Take me to a tree." She simply said.

"Millie, what exactly are you planning on doing up there?"

"I'm going to climb it, and look for the path, smart one." She rolled her eyes.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Millie, and pulled her off. "No, we are going to walk and find the path, like civilized human beings-!"

A groan from in front of the sisters interrupted Y/N.

The girls stood there, unmoving. Y/N's grip on her little sister tightened as they stood there, frozen.

"It's a monster!" Millie whispered, and slowly untangled herself from her sister's grip, then took off in a flash!

"Millie! Millie, get back here!" The poor girl shouted, and chased after her sister. She knew if she let her sister out of her sight for one second, many things could go wrong.

She chased after her sister's mop of black hair, until her shoulder collided with a tree. Y/N fell onto the ground, mumbling curses while attempting to pull herself back up.

Soon, when she was finally on her feet, she caught up to her sister, who stopped in her tracks. She bent over to catch her breath "M-Millie, if you ever run away from me like that again, I swear you'll be in a wheelchair the whole year!"

"A-are you o-okay?" An unfamiliar voice snapped the girl out of her tiredness, and looked up, expecting someone to be looking directly at her.

"Y/N, look down." Millie told her older sister.

So she did. The girl looked down, to see a boy perhaps her age, covered in cuts and bruises, and with an obvious broken arm.

"O-oh my goodness, what the hell happened to you?!" Y/N got on her knees to the boy's height.

"I-I-I-I-." He stuttered.

"What? What happened, come on, say it!" Millie sassed.

"Millie, shut up!" Y/N scolded her sister, and turned back to the person on the ground. "Hey, you're alright, how about you just-, tell me your name?" She had no idea what to do. Well, have you ever had your first meeting with someone who had just broken their arm?

"E-Evan Hansen. M-my name's Evan."

The girl gave him a (attempted) comforting smile. "My name's Y/N Y/L/N." She almost stuck her hand out for him to shake, but thankfully remembered.  "Smart move, idiot."

"This is my little sister, Millie." She tilted her head to the little girl standing next to her.

"I'm not little, I am approx-a-men-tally seven and a month old!" She crossed her arms.

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