I'm Trying: Evan Hansen X Reader

Comfort

It had been only three days since the first day, and Y/N was already losing her mind. Every morning, she'd wake up to either her father rushing through the house to get ready, or her sister holding her nose to wake her up.

Every afternoon, she'd either sit with Martha (Veronica would always be with 'The Heathers', and Zoey was missing), or Evan; for two days, it was the latter. But she never minded, even after Evan asked her a million times if she was okay with it. She asked if he would sit with her at her usual table when Zoey would come back; to which he choked on his food, twice.

Every night, the girl would be piled in homework, chores, and trying her hardest not to shout at Millie for dropping her backpack on her foot, and for her dad constantly lecturing her to practice piano. The only time she ever felt peace, if you can call it that, was anytime texting her friends. Yes, even when Jared walked up to her and asked:

"Hey Florence Nightingale, can I get your number in case the acorn falls from a tree again?"

To which she would furrow her eyes at him, and say nothing for thirty seconds. He sighed "It means, can I get your phone number in case Evan falls from a fucking tree again and if you want to talk, I don't know." After he explained, she nodded, and gave it to him.

She found herself smiling more when the three of them (Y/N, Evan, Jared) would talk; mostly when she and Millie were supposed to be asleep. She wanted to only text when lights out, but couldn't help herself to face time.

Figures that Millie would stay up and listen in on her sister's conversations with the two boys. She would have to pinch herself and cover her mouth anytime she would hear something she for sure wasn't supposed to hear (mostly from Jared), and her sister's laugh.

...

"Why did the cookie cry?"

Evan didn't move his gaze from the desk to look at Y/N. Ever since they texted each other that first day, they were almost inseparable. It was also the third day Connor or Zoey hadn't shown up for school; causing major anxiety for Evan, and minor for Y/N. For the past ten minutes of Mr. Seabury running late, Y/N sat next to Evan in the back of the classroom, and attempted to talk and joke with him.

"Come on Evan, why did the cookie cry?" She tried again, with a big smile.

He glanced at her for a spilt second, then looked back at the desk, picking at the loose wood shavings.

She still smiled. "I'm not going to stop, you know."

He sighed, and turned to her. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did the cookie cry?" He slightly grumbled.

"Becasue he was a wafer so long!" She jazz handed. "What the fuck was that, Y/N?" Evan bit his lip, but cracked a smile for a split second.

Y/N noticed the moment it happened. "What was that?" She asked playfully, which made it trickier for Evan not to laugh at. "I think that's a smile!"

He tried to cover his chuckle. "Stop."

"I think I got Evan Hansen to smile!" She accidently spoke louder, making a few heads turn at her with weird looks.

Evan reached out for her, still slightly laughing. "Stop, people are looking."

She looked back at him. "Then let them look, we're giving them cheap entertainment, but we're the ones having fun."

He smiled at her. "Yeah, I-I guess you're right."

The door was slammed open, and all heads whipped to the front to see Mr. Seabury stumble into the room with a jacket completely soaked, and a cup of black coffee. Immediately, every student rushed to their desks.