Special {Sincerely three} ~*•DEH fanfic•*~

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Connor's POV

I drive back home with thoughts swarming my mind. It was terrifying to think back to the state Evan was in... and that happens often? It made me feel so...bad for him. He didn't deserve that, he deserved more... he deserved better. He never did anything to deserve that... then again....I only just started talking to him. He seemed like such a nice person, I want to be his friend but I don't know how. Then theres Kleinman...ugh that stupid punk would never let me get close to him.

I park my car and immediately go up to my room. I grab my pack of cigarets and light one, putting it between my lips. Images of Evans face flashed in my head. I groan and plop on my bed. I inhale the smoke and exhale causing a thick cloud to spread through my dark room. There was a light knocking on my door.

"Hm?" I hum.

"Dinners ready." Zoe's voice rang in my ears.

"Yeah I'll be down." I grumble.

I hear her footsteps as she leaves and I pull myself out of bed. I look at the cigarette, shrug and just flick it out my window. (Connors bad person, don't litter kids!) I trudge down the stairs and walk to the table. My Dad was reading a newspaper, my mom was finishing preparing dinner and Zoe was scrolling through her phone. I plop on my chair and slouch. Zoe makes a sour face and looks up at me.

"Were you smoking?" She asks.

"Why do you care?" I say bluntly.

"Because my rooms next to yours and I don't like to smell that, also it sticks on my clothes and is really hard to get out!" She says.

I roll my eyes and bite into a bread stick.

"I'm serious! And it's not healthy anyways!" She whines.

"I don't care." I grumble.

She gives me a desperate look then turns to our mom.

"Mom your not going to say anything!?" She complains.

"Connor stop smoking." My mom says dismissively.

"@&$* off." I groan. (Lol that means he swore)

"Connor!" My dad snaps.

"Sorry." I say sarcastically.

I grab another bread stick and stand up.

"Aren't you going to eat the meat loaf?" My mom asks.

I just scoff and run upstairs. I sit on my bed, chewing the bread. My laptop made a noise. I pick it up and open it. I had an email from 'TreeloverEvan@dehmail.com' I chuckle at the name, it was clearly Evan. I open the email and read it.

'Hey Connor, it's Evan... I wanted to thank you for the ride home... sorry I'm a little awkward.
Sincerely, me'

I smile at the words. Through email he won't be as nervous, right? So I can have a conversation with him.

'Hi! It's ok, I noticed :) so what are you doing RN?'

His answer came relatively quick.

'Eating instant noodles on my bed, you?'

'Eating bread on me bed :)'

We emailed back and forth talking about random things and my god does he likes trees. At one point I made a joke saying:

'I figured you would hate trees now that one has thrown you off it'

I wasn't sure if that was a touchy subject or not because he responded with.

'Not really, so are you doing anything this weekend?'

I shrugged it off and answered.

'Nothing, why?'

'I wanted to know if you maybe wanted to come over..me and my friend, Jared, were planning on hanging out so you could join us if you want!'

I groan, I hate Klienman.

'I don't know, he doesn't really like me.'

It took Evan a bit of time to respond.

"I can help with that! He just thinks you're mean!'

'And do you?'

'No! I mean I did... but not anymore!'

'Ok sure, see you tomorrow then!'

'Can't wait! :D'

I smile and shut my laptop, yawning. I put it on my dresser and lay down. I slowly drift off to sleep, ah yes sleep a feeling were your so close to the sweet release of death but not quite there.

Evan's POV

The next morning, I wake up to my alarm blaring. I press the button with my good arm and groan. I am starting to regret inviting Connor today because either him and Jared will fight, I will just be a nervous wreck or both. I roll out of bed. There's no school so I guess it doesn't matter how I dress... doesn't matter anyways I guess because no one pays attention to me either way.... but then again... Connors coming over. I feel myself blush. I sigh and grab my nicest outfit. My blue and white stripped shirt and khaki pants... the same thing I always wear... it's the best thing I got. I take a shower throw it on and brush my teeth. I was about to brush my hair when the door bell rang, making me jump. I look out the peep whole and see Jared. I try to open the door but couldn't because I still had the hairbrush in my hand, god I hate having one hand. I toss it onto the couch and open the door.

"Sup." Jared greets, walking in.

"Hey!" I smile.

He looks at me and chokes back a laugh.

"I was working on that!" I mumble, my face red.

I grab my brush and brush my hair.

"I think it looked great." Jared teases, plopping on the couch.

"Right.. so uh I hope it's ok I invited someone." I say nervously putting the brush away.

Jared looked at me curiously but before either of us could say anything the door bell rang. I rush to the door and open it. Connor walks in, his expression was unreadable and his hands were in his pockets.

"H-hi." I stutter nervously.

"Your kidding." Jared says. I turn to him nervously.

"W-what?" I ask.

But I knew, I just wanted to stall at least a little time before the world ended.

"You invited Connor Murphy to your house!?" He shouts, emphasizing Connor's name.

"Y-yes." I squeak, backing up a bit resulting in me bumping into Connor.

My face goes bright red.

"S-sorry!" I apologize, turning to him.

He gives me a weak smile. Oh god! why did I do this!?