BMC/DEH One Shots (Requests Are Closed) Discontinued

Tree Bros- Adopted Pt. 1

Tw: Death

I sit at the table, waiting for mom to walk through the door any minute. It’s her birthday, and I have something big planned for her. I had picked up a cake after school and it looks amazing! I’ll have to thank Jeremy for giving me the address to the bakery. I look at the clock and it says 7:18. I get worried, she gets off at 6:40. Maybe the traffic's just really bad. As the clock hits 7:20 there's a knock on the door. I get up and open it. An officer stands on the porch. “Can I, can I help you?”

“Yes, your Evan Hansen? Correct?”

I nod. “Y-yeah.”

The officer takes of his hat. “I have some news about your mother.”

“Oh?”

“Can I come in?” He gestures towards me.

“Oh, uh. Of course!” I move out of the door.

The officer walks in.

“P-please have a seat?” I gesture to the couch in the living room.

“Actually, it should be you who should take a seat. What I'm about to say may… be hard to take.”

“Oh, uh, okay.” I take a seat.

He glances down, then shifts his gaze back to me. “Your mother was in a car accident.”

I gasp. “I-is she okay? Please tell me she's okay and she sent for me?”

He lowers his head. “I'm sorry, Mr. Hansen. She was announced dead on scene.”

My eyes well with tears. “W-what? No. No, no! God, no!” I put my head in my hands and pray this is just a dream. I shut my eyes tight, hoping I'll wake up. When I open my eyes, I'm still sitting on the couch. The officer still stands in the living room.

The officer puts his hand on my back. “I'm sorry for your loss.”

“What do I do now?” I whisper, fighting back tears, not wanting to cry in front of this man.

“A social worker is going to come by in a bit. Will you be fine until then?”

I nod slightly. “Yeah. I will.”

He walks out of the door, closing it behind him.

I burst into a waterfall of tears and curl up on the couch. After everything I had done to make her birthday special. Only to find she's been found dead at the scene of a car crash. I feel lost and confused more than ever now. What will come next? Where will I go? What's the next step? All these questions bubble around in my mind. I start to panic now.

A knock on the door wakes me. I get out of my comfortable, curled up position and open the door. A nice looking lady stands on my porch. I immediately stands aside to let her in. She walks into the living room. I sit back on the couch.

She sits beside me. “Hi Evan.” She says in a gentle tone.

“Hi.” My voice comes out scratchy and deep. I clear my throat. “Sorry.”

“No, it's okay. Don't apologize.”

I fight the urge to say sorry again.

“So, I've called some parents that are interested in fostering and we found one who is willing to take you in.”

“Okay.”

She begins to say something else, but it all sounds fuzzy, out of tune, not there.

“Evan?” A hand is placed on my shoulder.

I snap back into reality. “Sorry, I just can't, I can't really focus right now.”

“It's okay. We have a hotel room booked for you to stay in tonight.”

“Okay. Should I pack bags?”

“You're coming back here to get your things. If would like to, you can bring a change of clothes.”

“I would like to, yes.”

“You go pack a bag now, I'll stay right here.”

I get up and head up stairs to my room. I open my drawer, practically pulling it out of its place. I grab a garbage bag and toss everything in the drawer into the bag. I do this for each of my drawers. I keep a change of clothes and pajamas for tonight. I put them into a grocery bag and head back down.

The lady stands when she hears me stomping down the stairs. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I don't skip a heartbeat and head out the door.

The lady chases after me. “Hold on, Evan.”

“Grey car right?”

“Yeah.”

I stand beside the grey car and wait for the lady. She catches up and opens the door for me. I get in.

I sit the hotel alone. I place my phone on a stand and it buzzes.

Crap! Connor! I sigh and look at the text and sure enough, it is Connor.

Evan? Please, you're scaring me.

I don't want to talk to him so I reply simply. Sorry, baby. I'm fine, I'm going to bed.

I crawl under the sheets and lay there.