Musical Oneshots

Treebros - The Notebook

This is a prompt from @MadalynDraws and @elise_lopez

 TW: None

Third Person POV

To most people, Connor Murphy was a mystery. They didn't know a single true thing about him. Everyone thought he was an emo or a druggie. 

That wasn't true. 

The truth was, Connor would either get no sleep or cry over musicals. So his eyes would be red, causing others to think he was high. Connor hadn't touched any type of illegal drugs in his life.

Another truth, Connor was an amazing artist. He had sketchbooks piled up in his closet that were filled with drawings from over the years. You could see his progress if you flipped through each one. Connor, unlike most people, would let you look through his sketchbooks. You just had to ask. There was one though, that no one except for him was allowed to see.

Connor's POV

What.The.Fern: I'll be over in a few minutes

I stared at the time on my phone. He sent that 20 minutes ago. Evan was not one to be late. I felt panic squeeze it's cold fist around my heart as I thought about all the things that could've happened to him.

Killed. Abducted. Raped. Lost. 

My breaths became short as the list played over and over in my head. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I saw a pebble hit my window.

That was the sign one of us was at the other's house. I was never confortable with Evan having to walk past my family so he climbed in through the window. He actually didn't mind doing that. I never had to do it at Evan's place, but I did just for fun.

The window squeaked open as Evan fell onto the floor.

"You okay Hansen?" I asked him, the corners of my mouth starting to lift up in a smile. 

"You bet." He told me as he brushed himself off. Evan looked over my shoulder at my notebook.

"W-Whatcha drawing?" He questioned as he tried to get a closer look. I slammed the book shut with a thud, startling him.

"N-Nothing. Just s-some random doodles." I stuttered. Shit. My cover was blown. Now he knew something was up. Evan gave me his cute suspicious face, his eyes narrowed and his mouth pursed. It never failed to melt my heart.

Quick note, Connor likes Evan but Evan is oblivious. Evan likes Connor, but Connor doesn't notice because Evan never shows his feelings towards him.

My notebook had been pushed to the back of my mind. Evan and I talked for hours about trees and school and other random things.

"I have to go the bathroom," I told him, "i'll be right back." I closed my bedroom door behind me as I headed down the hall. I was about to enter the bathroom when I remembered my sketchbook. That sketchbook. The one I drew the most secretive things in.

"Fuck. Shit. Oh fuckity shit fuck." I muttered under my  breath as I raced back to my room. I opened the door to find one of my worst fears come true. Evan was looking through the sketchbook.

I felt all the color drain from my already pale face. Evan's head snapped up and his eyes met mine. They were filled with confusion and something else I couldn't place. Something I had never seen before.

"How much have you seen?" I asked him.

"A few pages. Maybe half of the journal." He admitted. I sighed. I had drawn our friend group in there. Zoe, Jared, Alana, and most importantly, Evan. He had the most pages. They were always the most detailed as well.

I sat down on my bed next to him in defeat.

"These are really good you know." He told me as he nudged me. I smiled and blushed. After a few more minutes of looking through my drawings, he found the one I dreaded him seeing the most. It was a drawing of him.

Sure, I would get a little embarrassed if somebody saw my drawings of real people. I would get super embarrassed if anyone, especially Evan, saw the drawing of him.

"Let's stop there!" I said as I tried to shut my notebook. Evan kept his firm grip on it and continued to look through. I sighed in defeat. When he looked up at me, he was blushing.

"T-Those are r-really good." Evan whispered. 

He grabbed my hand. I looked up at him. We were both blushing now. Time seemed to still as we leaned in to each other. Our lips met. We were kissing. Evan wrapped his arms around my neck as I wrapped mine around his waist. We stayed there kissing until we had to break apart for air.

"Holy shit." I muttered.

"Y-Yeah." Evan said as he looked down. 

I tilted his chin back up and kissed him again. Both of us smiling and blushing, we continued to kiss and confess our feelings. Evan wound up staying the night because we couldn't stand to be separated.

I should draw Evan way more.

Hi readers! I hope you liked my first one shot! *Le Gasp* It's fluffy! Not angsty! Woah! Anyway I've never written a one shot before this so I'm sorry if it's weird. Please make requests! If I use my imagination it'll become angsty! Give me prompts or ships please! Anything! Well, I hope you liked it!

-Cronch