BMC/DEH One Shots (Requests Are Closed) Discontinued

Tree Bros- Who Are You Really?

Evan sits on the couch watching the news. Another murder, another day. That's how it seems to be now. A group, one or two, maybe three. Evan curls up on the couch. This one happened near his school, just a few blocks down in the dance studio. Should I even go to school tomorrow? Evan wonders to himself as a lot of other questions storm through his mind.

Evan carefully walks down the sidewalk, jumping at the slightest sounds. A school bus passes and kids pound at the windows, calling him mean things, and a few throw balled up pieces of paper at him. He picks up the balls of paper. “What a waist of trees.” He says aloud to himself.

“I know, right?”

Evan jumps and turns to see a boy leaning out of the window of his car. His long, blond hair and bright, blue eyes catch Evan's eye first.

Blush covers his cheeks, “U-u-uh-”

“Especially on a pretty boy like you.” The boy says with a sly smirk on his face.

Evan's blush spreads to the rest of his face. “M-me?”

“Yeah.”

While talking to boy, he didn't notice Jared racing towards him. He rams right into him. Both the boys fall to the hard pavement.

Jared starts to bawl of laughter.

“Jared!” Evan picks himself off of the sidewalk, “What the heck? That hurt!”

Jared doesn't answer by being too busy laughing his head off.

“Well,” the boy in the car says, “I guess I'll see you around.” He winks at Evan and drives away.

Evan is left with a flutter in stomach, and the look in his eyes is absolutely helpless.

Jared lifts himself up and hangs onto Evan's shoulder, “Someone looks love struck.”

“W-what?” Evan blushes. “No!”

“Really? Then what's that look for?”

“What look?”

“You'll see.” Jared pats Evan's shoulder and walks away.

“Hold up!” Evan chases after him.

Evan watches the cafeteria doors for the boy from earlier. He loses hope when he sees all the heads and faces that flood through the doors, but he keeps watching. A tall blond head stands out from the crowd. Evan's face lights up as he recognizes the face. The boy spots him and struts over. Evan internally panics, he wasn't ready for this. As the he walks over, his blue eyes lock with Evan’s.

He sits across from him. “I don't believe I've introduced myself. I'm Kyle.”

“Kyle? You don't look like you would be a Kyle.”

“I get that alot.”

“I-I’m Evan.”

“Evan? That's a cute name. It fits you perfectly.”

Evan's face becomes a blushing mess and his heart flutters in his chest.

Kyle giggles.

A week or two later, I guess.

Evan sits in a chair, his hands tied behind his back. A bright light shines in his face. He looks around, the room is seemingly empty. He tries to remember what happened before now. Kyle, house, cloth, black. It's all fuzzy. A bat? Then black? Or was it a lamp? Could it have been a printer? Evan shakes the thought out of his head.

“What do know?” A voice from the dark, low and laced in anger.

“W-what?” Evan speaks.

“What do you know?” This time louder.

“Know, know about what?”

“Don't play dumb!” Two hands slam on the table.

Evan jumps at the harsh move. “I-I don't know w-what you're talking about, I'm sorry.” Tears sting the back of Evan’s eyes.

“Your mother's agency!”

“My mom? My mom's a nurse.”

“Bullcrap!”

Evan starts to recognize the voice. “You have the wrong person.”

“You're Evan Hansen, yes?”

“Yes?”

“You're the man we want.”

It snaps, Evan figured it out. “Kyle? Is that you?”

“That's the name I use.” He moves the light aside so Evan can see his face.

“The name you use?”

“Yep.” He takes a seat.

“What’s, who are you really?”

“That's classified. Back to the topic. What do you know about your mother's agency?”

“Mom's a nurse at the General hospital.”

“She lied to you. She runs an agency, a secret one. Hansen industries.”

“I… had no idea…”

Kyle leans back in his chair.

“What is your name?”

“Murphy.”

“Murphy?”

“It's my last name. I'm with Murphy Corp, run by my father. An agency like your mom's. Except we try to demolish companies like your mom's. You’ve heard of the multiple homicides in the past two months, right?”

Evan nods.

“That's your mom's doing.”

Evan's heart shatters. Mom would never do such a thing. She's too sweet.

“You good there?” Mr. Murphy tilts his head slightly.

“I don't understand.”

“No one does.”

“Can I please know your name?”

“Why do you even want to know?”

“Because… I, I love you.”

He seems pulled back by Evan’s statement. “Damn.”

Evan's cheeks burn. “So?”

“Connor.”