Dear Evan Hansen One Shots [open requests!!]

Connor x Girl

"That test was so unnecessarily hard. I don't understand why Mr. Jones wants to make our lives so much harder." I groan, sitting down with Alana and Zoe.

"I thought it was easy." Alana shrugs, pulling out her copy of Pride and Prejudice.

"That's because you're an ass-kissing book worm, Alana." Zoe teases her girlfriend, pushing her arm.

"Hey, where's Connor?" I ask Zoe.

Zoe's cheeks turn red. "Oh, um, he's probably here somewhere."

"Stop lying." I immediately respond, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Lying? I'm not lying!"

Alana's head pops up. She stares at Zoe for a minute, then to me. "She's definitely lying."

"Zoe, tell me where Connor is. He's obviously not at school. What's going on?"

Zoe groans, burying her face in her hands. "Dad got on Connor this morning about his hair and his nails and that stupid shit. Connor got super pissed and just locked himself in his room. I tried to get him to come to school, but he had to keep being a baby and be stubborn."

"Connor is not being a baby, Zoe. Connor has depression. Untreated depression, at that. He can't control what triggers him. And your idiot of a dad should learn to be sympathetic."

"Connor doesn't have depression. Stop covering for the stupid shit he does and-"

"I'm leaving." I announce, standing and leaving the cafeteria. I can't stand to sit there and listen to Zoe insult the love of my life like that.

I ditch school, driving to the Murphy residence. I know that Larry will be at work, but I don't know where Cynthia is.

Upon arriving, I find the driveway to be empty, thankfully. That makes my job much easier.

I park my car, using the spare house key I had Connor hide for when I sneak in and out.

I head upstairs and to Connor's room. I knock once, getting a muffled angry shout in response.

"Con, baby, it's me. Open up, please." I beg, knowing I shouldn't barge in.

Just a second later, the door creeks open. Connor is standing there, in only plaid pajama pants with dripping wet hair. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are bloodshot, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Oh, my baby." I sigh, wrapping my arms around his bare chest.

Connor immediately succumbs to my touch, burying his face in my neck and letting out strangled sobs.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, my love. Just breathe for me. Connor, come on, look at me." I pull his face away from my neck, holding his cheeks. I wipe his tears with my thumb, feeling myself on the verge of crying. Seeing him in this state is so heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, his voice raspy. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize, Connor. You know I hate that." I lightly scold him. "Let's sit, okay? Then you can tell me everything you're feeling."

I lead him over to the bed, sitting down with my legs crossed. "C'mon, spill."

Connor takes a deep breath, wiping his cheeks quickly. "My dad is such a fucking idiot. He told me this morning that I should die because I have long hair and I paint my nails. Mom and Zoe don't believe I'm depressed. Mom just told me it's a phase."

"You know it's not a phase, Connor. This is something serious. Please don't let them effect you like this."

"How can I not? I tell my family that I have a serious mental illness and they think I'm completely full of shit. That I'm overreacting and just being a stupid teenager."