Treebros Oneshots (connorxevan)

Sincerely, me

Connor walked heavily through the crowds in the hallway, keeping his head low and eyes fixed in a glare. Most of the students backed up instantly at his approach, and Connor rolled his eyes at their patheticness.

As he reached his locker, he hastily put in his combination and threw the door open. A neatly folded piece of paper fluttered to the ground in front of his feet, and he picked it up hesitantly. Opening it up, he skimmed it over.

Dear Connor Murphy,

So, I've heard you've been having a rough time.. and I thought you'd maybe like some help? I don't mean that in a bad way of course, but you know what I mean. I really like you, and have since second grade. Even after you threw a printer at Mrs.G, I thought she deserved it for being a snot. I also love your hair, its beautiful. And the way your not afraid to be yourself with what you wear or paint your nails. But anyways, if you ever want to talk my number is #######. I won't reveal who I am, because I think that'll just make things awkward, but I'd love to get to know the guy I've had a massive crush on. :)

Sincerely, me.

Connor narrowed his eyes at the letter, unsure if this was just a sick joke. He crumpled the letter and stuffed it in his pocket, deciding to ditch and go sit by the forest of trees off campus to think.

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Connor exhaled a puff of smoke slowly, his thoughts traveling back to the note. He unraveled the paper once again, pulling out his phone and typing in the number.

Conman69- uh, hi. Someone left this number in my locker, and I swear if this is a fucking joke I'll beat your ass fuckhead.

Ten minutes go by before Connor's phone goes off with a notification.

Treelover- hi there! It isn't a joke at all, I genuinely want to get to know you better. You seem like a great person. :)

Connor rolls his eyes, choosing to entertain this asshole.

Conman69- Yeah, okay. What do you need to know?

Treelover- well.. to start, what's your favorite color?

Conman69- black.

Treelover- I should have guessed that. XD

Connor was starting to get confused. He didn't even know this person, but they were acting like they knew him? He typed a reply anyways.

Conman69- oh, uh.. yeah. How exactly?

Treelover- well, I've known you since second grade, like I said in the letter.. and I see you in the hall a lot, so I guess I shouldve figured from your choice in clothing? That's weird I'm so sorry.

Conman69- it's okay, I guess. Who are you anyways?

The mysterious person didn't reply right away, so Connor continued to hit the joint he had been holding. Soon enough, his phone dinged.

Treelover- I'm sorry.. but I can't tell you. You'd just think I'm a freak like everyone else does, and you'd probably hate me. I'm not really good at being social.. not until I know somebody good, so I think until we talk a bit more then maybe we can meet? I'm not sure I'm sorry.

Conman69- okay, well what else do you need to know about me?

Treelover- well.. what do you do in your spare time?

Connor let out a small chuckle as he took another puff.

Conman69- smoke pot.

Treelover- that's bad for your health though! I don't want anything bad to happen to you. :(