Dear Evan Hansen One Shots [open requests!!]

Mike Faist x Girl (10/2)

Just a little diddy I wrote in like, two seconds today in class. I have been so FUCKING BUSY lately and I will be for a long time so I haven't even gotten a chance to write with my cowriter LaurasPlatt which I'm really upset about. But I'm only home for a minute and then I gotta leave for my rehearsal that I'll be at all night, so that's fun- sarcasm. But I will be working on two requests so look out for those. AND MY REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN SO LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA SEE ANYTHING SPECIFIC

I WILL ALSO TAKE REQUESTS FOR BEN COOK AND JOSH BURRAGE

"I wanna sit by the window though." I pout dramatically, crossing my arms.

Mike laughs, kissing my forehead. "Fine, then we'll sit by the window. Come on."

Mike leads me over to a booth by the window in a small cafe we had stumbled upon years ago.

We sit across from each other and quickly scan over the menu, though we know what we want already.

A brunette waitress comes practically skipping over, grinning. I've never seen her here before.

"Hello, you two! I'm Amelia, and I'll be your server today! Is their anything you two would like to drink?" The girl barely even glances at me and keeps her eyes on Mike.

Mike takes the liberty of ordering for the both of us, giving Amelia a soft smile and handing the menus back.

He turns back to me and crosses his hand over the table. "So how was your show last night?"

I bite my lip and try to distract myself from the flirty waitress who sways her hips as she walks away.

"Um, it was- yeah, it was good." I force out, my eyes scanning the room before landing on Mike's again.

"You don't seem so sure." Mike jokes, yet all I can do is crack the smallest smile.

If you were to ask me if I'm jealous, I'd say no. But ask Mike, and he'd agreed before you've finished your sentence.

I suppose I am a jealous person, but I'm more insecure than anything. I don't think very highly of myself and I always have this fear in the back of my mind that Mike will leave me for someone better.

Amelia returns with our food a little while later, and I can't help but notice she's changed into a slightly more revealing shirt.

I stare down at my food as I push it around my plate, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"Hey." Mike nudges my leg with his foot under the table. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I insist, glancing up quickly.

"Well, that's not true. You're not talking, that's not like you at all." Mike says. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine, okay?"

Mike rolls his eyes. "Ignore the dumb waitress, babe. Is that what this is about?"

"No, that's not what this is about, Mike. I'm fine." I give him the best smile I can conjure up for him.

Mike sighs. "Laura wanted me to tell you that she wants to go out shopping with you and Kristolyn tomorrow. So she wants you to text her."

I nod, promising that I will.

"So how are you two doing? Need anything else?" Amelia comes sauntering over again, her shirt pulled down a little bit more.

"Just a check." Mike remarks, not even looking up.

Amelia huffs and stomps away, annoyed that her flirting isn't working. Yet I only know that Mike is not looking up because he knows I'm upset by the lame flirting.

Amelia returns with the check a moment later, sending Mike a wink that I'm not sure if he catches.

Mike pays and signs the check, but not before ripping off the bottom of the check and placing it face down on the table. I don't see what it says.

"Ready to go?" Mike stands up and holds his hand out for me.

We head back home, and I find myself silent the whole ride. Mike eventually reaches over and places his hand on my thigh, and all I do is sigh.

"You know." I can almost see Mike's smirk as we walk into the apartment and I head towards the bedroom. "You're cute when you're jealous."

"Mike, I'm not jealous."

He grabs my waist before I can get away, turning me around and grabbing my cheeks. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Tell me what?" I mumble, crossing my arms.

"That I love you, and that I don't want anyone else. I don't care about some thirsty waitress who tries to flirt with me in front of you."

"But you could do so much better than me, Mike. I'm just-"

"Stop talking." Mike snaps. He swiftly picks me up, quickly carrying me into the bedroom and tossing me onto the bed. I hold back my laugh, but crack the smallest smile. "I don't wanna ever hear you talking bad about yourself. You are beautiful and amazing, and I don't want any other girl in the world."

"But-"

"No buts." Mike insists, kissing me. "You're amazing, so shush."

I laugh as he attacks me with kisses, tangling my hands in his hair. "Michael Faist, I love you so much."

"And I love you too."