Dear Evan Hansen One Shots [open requests!!]

Connor x Girl

I had no clue how to end this one shot so that's why it's approximately four years long!

"You're the fucking freak!"

My head snaps over as I watch a boy dressed in dark clothes push a boy with a bright blue striped shirt to the floor.

I lean against the lockers, holding my books close to my chest. Oh Connor.

I rush over and help Evan stand, collecting stray books and papers. He looks flustered to have me helping him, but I offer a smile. "I'm sorry he pushed you."

"N-No, it's, um, it's totally okay."

I hand him his backpack, and head off with a smile. I follow in Connor's direction.

I've known Connor for years. Well, I haven't known him personally. He's been in plenty of my classes throughout middle and high school. He always sits in the back by himself, never talks, gets angry when teachers call on him, listens to music, and probably has anger issues.

But I don't think he's a freak. I don't think he's weird. I know he just needs a friend. I know he has depression, I can tell. I want to help him before it gets too late.

I make a bold decision in Social Studies today. I sit next to Connor.

He looks up at me, rolls his eyes, then looks back down. Small steps.

"I'm about to hand out a project for you to work on with a partner. I don't care who you work with. You must write a paper together. You have a week to do this, so I suggest you get together outside of school." The teacher tells us, handing out a worksheet with our assignment on it.

I reach over and tap Connor's shoulder. He jumps a bit, but pulls out his headphones and stares at me.

"We just got a new project." I inform him, knowing he didn't hear it. "Do you wanna work with me?"

"I don't really do work." He tells me.

"Um, that's okay. I'll help you, if you want."

"I guess." He shrugs, dropping his headphones. I smile, nodding.

"Okay, good. So I was thinking we could write it on World War II."

"I'm not very good at social studies." Connor admits, looking away from me.

"Like I said, I'll help you. Do you wanna get together after school today? We can start writing then."

"Sure. Let's go to your house though." Connor tells me quickly.

"Yeah, that's okay. We'll just have to deal with my little siblings."

"How many do you have?" Connor asks.

"I'm the oldest of four." I tell him. I'm about to continue, but the bell rings. "I could give you my number, and then I'll drive you to my house after."

Connor nods, handing me his cracked phone. I ignore it, typing in my phone number.

I give Connor a smile before heading off to my final class of the day.

****

I drive back to my house with Connor in the passenger seat. The ride is relatively silent, but I've learned that Connor doesn't talk very much at all.

"Um." I start as I park my car at home. "The house is probably gonna be really crazy. My siblings are all young and very loud. But we'll go in my room to work."

Connor nods, getting out of the car.

"Emily!"

I smile and fix my backpack, catching my little sister as she lunges herself into my arms.