You Will Be Found || dear evan hansen (connor x evan)

chapter three

      Connor froze as the bathroom door opened, lifting his feet up so they didn't touch the floor, nearly dropping his razor. The person ran into the stall next to him, locking the door and sitting on the dirty ground. Connor could've swore he heard them crying. As he reached to unlock his door, the crying paused.

     He knocked on the door. "You okay in there?" He heard sniffling, then silence. "I'll take that as a 'get out'. Don't worry, I'm just going," he went to fix his hair in the mirror.

     "W-Wait," a small voice called from the last stall.

     "Yes?" He heard a lock being shifted, then saw the boy he yelled at earlier appear. Evan's face went pale, backing himself into the corner.

     "Hey, wait. I'm sorry I yelled earlier, I was angry and I took it out on you," Connor spoke, wanting to calm the boy down. "It was wrong."

     "It's okay, I deserved it," he whispered. Connor walked over, looked down at the boy who was practically shaking, and engulfed him in a hug. 

     "You didn't deserve it." His voice was muffled against Evan's oversized hoodie. They stood there for a while, neither boy wanting to move but both knowing eventually they'd have to. Evan's sobs died out, and now only the sounds of their breathing and syncing heartbeats filled the air. Connor was the first to pull away.

     "Are you gonna be okay?" he asked. Evan nodded, looking down.

     "Th-Thanks."

     "No problem. See you around, Hansen." Connor said as he walked out the door. Evan lingered there for a while longer, secretly wishing Connor would come back, though he'd never tell. He closed his eyes, sniffing the air where Connor once stood; shaking fingertips finding the same tethered sweatshirt and wondering what it must've felt like for Connor when he ran his own fingertips over the same fabric. What went through his mind? Why did he pull away first? 

     After around ten minutes, Evan decided it was time to go; he couldn't stay here forever.  He peered around the corner, then swung his backpack over his shoulder and stumbled out. He looked down as he passed people, praying no one would try to talk to him. He didn't think he could handle anything else today. For the first time in two minutes, Evan looked up. There, across the hall, was Connor Murphy; the guy Evan has had a crush on for years. I mean, how could you not? He was beautiful. Sure, he was violent, and maybe addicted to drugs, but Evan was blinded by love. There was nothing Connor could do at this point that would deter Evan's interest in him. 

     "Murphy! Love your outfit. Very school shooter chic," Jared laughed as he walked past Connor.

     "Fuck off, Kleinman."

     "Hey Evan! The craziest thing just happened to me this morning, you'll never believe it. So I was making out with this girl, right? And things were getting-" Jared continued as they walked, Evan zoning out. All he could hear were the thoughts in his head telling him he'd never be good enough for Connor; he was starting to believe them.

A/N y'all we're painting my room white from its pee yellow color and I'm SO HAPPY but i don't have a bed rn so I've resorted to sleeping on the stairs send help