Be More Chill and Dear Evan Hansen Oneshots (Discontinued)

Twirler Girl (Evan Hansen x F! Reader)

A/N: 2,035 words! This is one of my longest oneshots and I am very proud of it. In real life I am a majorette, and have been for 7 ish years, and in this oneshot, reader is aswell! The inspiration for this story came from a song I recently discovered by the same name as the title (Hint: It is the song above). Enjoy! By Pig.

Reader's POV

Uugh, here I am again... science class. Now don't get me wrong, I love science. Besides language, it is my favorite subject. The only problem is the teacher. His voice is monotone and boring, every day I struggle to stay awake. I guess the fact that I have science first period doesn't help.

I keep up with my notes and listen to what the teacher says, but I have a habit of doodling. If you flip through my notebook, you will find quotes from musicals or books, stupid drawings, and so much more. Today I was thinking about my crush, Evan Hansen, as I was doodling.

With my dominant hand I doodle in the margins, and with my non dominant hand I play with my hair. I watch as my hand absentmindedly writes 'Hansen' in cursive. Hey! Hansen is fun to write in cursive! So throughout the class I repeatedly write 'Hansen' over and over again.

The bell rings, and I collect all my books. I'm never the first one out of the room because I carry so much stuff. I exit the room with so much to carry, and I begin to rush off to my next class.

Uugh, I have so much to do tonight. Directly after school I have to go to marching band practice until 6. Then I have to go to dance at 6:30 until 8. WHEN AM I GOING TO HAVE TIME TO DO MY HOMEWORK?! Y/N, just calm down, take a deep breath. You're stressed and you just need to calm down. Okay? Okay.

Not concentrating on where I'm going, just trying to get to class, I trip on who knows what. I feel my body collide with the ground, and my books fly everywhere. Now, usually I laugh along with my peers, but today I'm just frustrated that I dropped everything. I hear several shouts of "You dropped something." But no one asks if I'm okay, or if I need some help.

I begin to collect my things with a scowl on my face when I hear someone above my head ask, "W-would you l-like some h-help with that?"

"Oh, hello Evan," I say to the cute boy hovering over me. "Y-yeah. Help would be nice."

He helps me pick up my books and hands them to me. With Evan's help, the clean up went faster than it would have if it was just me.

I reach for a book and I hear Evan say, "Why would you do that?"

Confused, I ask, "Pick up my book?"

"Oh, no! N-not you I was just... he just... never mind."

"Okay?" I respond, apprehensive.

I reach for the last book on the ground and accidently touch Evan's hand. I freeze and look at him with my face blushing furiously. I retract my hand, and Evan looks away, also blushing.

"H-here you go," he says while handing me the book.

"Thanks for your help. I really appreciate it."

"No pro-"

Beep

"Oh, SHIT. I gotta go. See you later," I say while rushing off to the class that I am now late for.

Evan's POV

I enter the cafeteria and head towards my table. After Connors death, I haven't sat alone at lunch. Everyday I have at least one person sitting with me. Today, Jared is sitting at my table, already eating his lunch when I sit down.

Also after Connor's death I have been seeing his ghost a lot. He follows me around, gives me advice, and, sometimes, just talks. It may sound weird, but it's true. Today, Connor sits next to Jared, though Jared doesn't know.