Hazy Love: A Treebros Fic

Chapter 6: 'Friends'

A/N: Cursing, Slight Panic Attack?

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"So... thanks, er, whatever? I'm not good at this..." Connor mumbled, turning his head quickly, cheeks pink with embarrassment. He hated that he couldn't look Evan in the eyes... why couldn't he look him in the eyes?!

"Y-you're welcome?" Evan rubbed his (broken) arm, face red as a tomato. Neither boy had any idea how to continue. Evan was squirming wildly, uncomfortable beyond belief. SMACK.

Evan was on the floor. He breathed a pained "shit", glad he hadn't landed on his injured hand, but embarrassed beyond any reasonable measure. God, he was a fucking moron. He was about to get up and run for the door when he heard a noise that sounded like... crying?

Evan looked up, and what he saw made him want to hurl himself out of the 22nd story window. Connor was LAUGHING. Evan pushed himself to a sitting position on the floor, pulling his knees to his chest as Connor cackled like a maniac. After several awkward seconds, Connor's laughing ceased, and he was able to look at Evan again. He was ready to poke fun at the smaller boy, but the sight in front of him killed any intentions of being a dick he had previously had.

Evan was curled on the floor, his head buried in his knees, which were up against his chest. He was also trembling violently. Connor frowned, feeling extremely asshole-ish. He took a deep breath, terrified of what he was going to try to do... Connor Murphy was going to attempt to make a friend.

"Hansen, er... Evan?" Connor choked out, barely loud enough for Evan to hear. Evan wasn't sure he had heard correctly. He lifted his head up, just enough so that he could see Connor, who was attempting to sit up in bed.

Evan almost cried out in surprise when Connor looked directly at him, now fully upright, and opened his arms towards him, attempting a small smile. Evan apprehensively scooted closer, hesitantly got up, and awkwardly wrapped his arms around Connor's shoulders. Connor winced slightly, having not had a hug in a LONG while.

Once he adapted to it, Connor patted Evan's back, attempting to comfort the smaller boy. To his complete shock, it worked. Evan pulled away, wiping his eyes, managing an uncertain smile. He sat back down on the chair, blushing and pulling on the hem of his shirt.

Connor cleared his throat, laying back down, his face feeling like it was on fire.

"So, uh, how'd you break your arm?" Connor asked, stumbling on his words.

'I let go.'

"I... um, I fell out of a tree? Uh, yeah." Evan pulled at the casting on his arm, feeling taunted by how empty it was. Connor had also noticed this, so he decided to do something about it.

"Well, do you have a sharpie?" Evan's neck hurt from looking up so fast, as he was shocked. Someone... wanted to SIGN his cast? Connor was looking at Evan's arm, choosing to avoid his eyes. Evan fumbled with his backpack, which was sitting next to him, his face still blazing.

"I-I mean, you don't have to, really it's not a big-"

"Just get me a damn sharpie, Hansen." Evan swallowed hard, nodding his head, choosing to focus on retrieving the marker. Once he found it, he held it out to Connor, who looked at him quizzically.

"See, I've never signed a cast before, but I'm pretty sure I need a cast to sign." Connor said, voice dripping sarcasm as he uncapped the sharpie before offering his other hand to Evan. Evan nodded hesitantly, placing his broken arm in Connor's hand. Connor pulled it towards his chest, a little too fast, causing Evan to wince in obvious pain.

"Sorry." Connor mumbled, looking down at the cast, scrawling his name in huge letters across said cast. Once he was finished, Evan pulled his arm to himself, examining the signature.

"Now we can both say we have friends."

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A/N: Next chapter is literally coming right up, I'm writing it as soon as this is published. Okay, bye! <3