If I Could Tell Him (Tree Bros)

Small Talk

A/N: Hi. This is also kinda short, but i dont really care.

Evan rummaged through his backpack, frantically searching for his stationary. Crap. He forgot. Of course he did. On the first day of school too, what bad luck. He desperately scanned the floor nearby, hoping for a pencil, but to no avail. Sighing, he turned to Connor.

"Hey! Umm... Could I-could I borrow your-your pencil?"
Connor looked down at the pencil in his hand.

"Sure, I don't really care."
He handed the pencil to Evan, and for a moment, their fingers brushed past each other's. The little glimmer of warmth allured Connor, he wished for more. Evan just seemed like the kind of person who you could hug. A person who could just run his fingers through your hair and tell you that it'd be alright, a source of comfort. However, Connor knew that this comfort could never be for him, so he just turned his head and sighed.

At least he wouldn't be alive for much longer.

As Evan pulled his hand away with a touch of blush across his freckled cheeks, he noticed that Connor didn't pull out another pencil.

Evan poked him gently in the shoulder.

"Umm! Sorry, again, but you-you can have th-this back if you don't have another."

"Actually, I don't have another pencil, but you can keep it."

"No-no it's really f-fine, I don't care."
"Keep it. I don't want it. It's yours. Don't fight me on this."

Connor firmly pressed the pencil back into Evan's hands, looking him directly in the eyes. A shiver went down Evan's spine. This boy was being so kind to him. But why? They barely even knew each other. Connor also wasn't the kind of guy to just randomly do something nice for someone.

Evan shrugged it off and turned back to his homework.

He could never understand Connor.

At least that's what he thought.

Connor spent the majority of class staring at Evan. How could he not? That boy was one of the only reasons Connor ever smiled. Connor wondered what it would be like to actually know Evan. To actually know every little fidget, habit, and hobby that boy had. To maybe even date him. He shook his head. That would never happen. He didn't deserve Evan, he didn't deserve anything, he didn't even deserve to live. Death was the only way to find freedom from his awful father, cold sister, and his harrowing mental illnesses. So, he only had to hold out for two days.

As Connor briskly stood up to leave the classroom, Evan noticed something. He was pretty. Connor's symmetrical face structure, chiseled cheekbones, and stormy blue eyes that had a kind tone whenever Evan caught his gaze. Evan touched his cheeks and felt how warm he was. He was blushing. But why? He wasn't gay. Not that there was anything wrong with it, he thought. He had crushed on girls, like Zoe, even though it lasted for a few months. He closed his eyes and just turned off those thoughts. He needed to focus on school, in order to win a scholarship to New Jersey University, also known as King's College to study botany and biology to save trees everywhere. But he had to do well in high school first.

He smiled.

Connor was pretty cute, though.