It Could Be Us

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You watched from backstage stage right, waiting for your scene. Evan was giving the letters hewrote with Jared to Cynthia, and she was giving him hr thoughts. It was plain sweet. But also heartwreching because it was all a big fat lie. Though it was nice if you just pretended it was true.

Just imagine, the socially awkward Evan Hansen, having a best friend he could somewhat relate to. Connor, actually having a friend, someone who liked him, not someone who would make fun of him, or tease him, or spead rumors just because he was "emotionally unstable", or bipolar.

"(Y/N)!" Someone sighed, snapping their fingers in front of your face. "(Y/n). Earth to (Y/n)." Will snapped hs fingers in front of your face. It was time for you to go, and Ben was standing in the middle of the props for Connor's room, awkwardly looking through Connor's stuff. You scrambled over, clearing your throat as you did so.

"Why are you in my brother's room?" You choked out. Ben turned around, a frightened expression written all over his face. "I- Uh. I was just waiting for-" You interrupted him. "Don't your parent's get upset that your here all the time?" How did Ben Platt bring sweat to his pores? He looked like he was about to have a panic attack, he was practically living Evan's life. "...here all the time..." Ben mumbled. You rolled your eyes. "Just two nights in a row." You saw Will shoot you a thumbs up from backstage stage left.

The act finished. You walked backstage to Will, exchanging highfives and switching places.

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