Dark Red Rose (Tree Bros)

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Connor's POV

I listen to Jared's taunting as I scribble on a scrap of paper, "If you ever think you need any help: 848-555-7654" I hear Jared start reading Evan's... whatever he's writing, so I fold the note, print my report and step over to the computer. Time seems to move in slow motion as I bring my fist to the right side of Jared's (is that even his name?) face, slightly knocking his glasses off his nose. My heart is beating fast, I can feel adrenaline pumping through my body, I drop the note on Evan's desk.

I race out of the room, still breathing fast. Why did that make my heart beat so fast? I've punched people before, why is this time different? Oh... Oh. My. God. I just punched Evan's friend in the face, and then gave him my phone number, what the fu- I feel a tap on my shoulder and I spin around.

"Hi, uh, you f-forgot, well dr-dropped this?" I see Evan's terrified face as he holds my note out to me, wiping his other hand on his shirt. 

"Heh, that's supposed to be for you," I tell him, fuck he's precious.

Connor, no.

"Oh, uh, th-thanks," Evan lets himself smile.

Evan's POV

Holy crap.

I'm totally into Connor Murphy.

~time jump to that night woop~

It's 7:01 pm. My mom should be home in 29 minutes. Did she say I had to call for Chinese food for ? On the phone? What if I misspeak? What if I have to repeat the entire order? What if I order the wrong thing for my mom?

Come on, Evan, you got this.

I dial the number.

"Hello, can I take your ord-"

I don't got this.

End call.

I'll wait till mom gets home, she can order. Half an hour later mom gets home. She sets down her stuff.

"Did you order anything?" She asks me, I shake my head, so she picks up the phone. "Ev, you really need to be able to order yourself food. Hi, could I order-"

I tune out of her call and walk upstairs to my bedroom. I lay back on the head board staring blankly at my cast. No signatures. No friends. I sigh and pull out the crumpled scrap of paper from Connor Murphy out of my pocket.

"If you ever need any help:" I read the phone number. Connor Murphy gave me his number. I blush, and stare at his messy, yet still legible handwriting. I pull out my phone and add a contact. Connor Murphy. I open the messaging app. 

Connor's POV 

I'm in my room, about to light a joint when I hear my phone vibrate on my bedside table. Shoving the lighter and unlit joint in my pocket I check my phone. It's an unknown number, but it has the same area code as me, so it's probably some shithead from near by.

Unknown: Dear Connor Murphy, Hi.

Me: who tf ru

Unknown: Evan

Unknown: Evan Hansen

Me: that asshole of a friend bothering u

Unknown: No, uh, I just wanted to say hi

Me: ive never seen someone say uh in a txt before

Unknown: Ok

I don't respond, why should I? I gave him my number in case he needed help, not to become his friend. I don't have friends. Why would he still text me even though I punched his friend in the face? I add his contact to my phone anyway, and I ope my window just a crack. I lay on my back on my bed and light my joint. Smoke fills the room, pushing to escape into the outside through my window. Flowing out of my mouth, into the room, hitting the ceiling, and slowly seeping out of the window.