Boyf Riends, RichJake, and TreeBros Oneshots

TreeBros- Painting

"Hey, Evan, I heard that a new shop just opened across the street," Connor said, pointing his ice cream cone at Evan. 

Evan looked up, vanilla ice cream dripping from his spoon. "Oh, that's, uh, that's cool! What, what kind of shop it is?" 

"It's a painting place. Wanna go? I brought extra money." Connor finished off his cone, and fished around in his satchel for his wallet. He slapped a five-dollar tip on the table, and stood up, extending his hand to Evan. "C'mon, let's go, it'll be fun!" 

Evan took Connor's hand and threw away his empty cup on the way out of A La Mode. They ran across the street (looking both ways because they're safe bois) to the painting place, called Sincerely, Me. Connor pushed open the door, and they were immediately greeted by an ecstatic old lady, who swept them both into a bone-crushing hug. 

"Ooooo, you're my first customers!" she screeched happily. Connor laughed awkwardly, while Evan was just casually suffocating in the lady's hug. No big deal. "Come on in, come on in!" She released them and ushered them inside. Connor and Evan shared a look that said, This lady's insane. 

"Welcome to my little shop. My name's Hazel, and I run this joint. First things first, go put on a smock," she shoved them over to a hand-painted closet full of pristine white smocks. Evan chose one and attempted to pull it over his head. 

"Um, Connor, I, uh, I think I'm stuck." He flailed his arms around until Connor successfully yanked it over his head. It was way too big on him- his arms were too short for the sleeves. Not wanting to get stuck again, Evan just rolled up his sleeves and dealt with it. 

"Now boys, take these palettes, and go choose the paints you want. Over by the paints there'll be brushes too. Then, y'all can go on over and sit at an easel and start painting!" Hazel clapped her hands. 

"Hey, how about we paint something for each other? It'll be like a surprise!" Connor broadly smiled. Evan nodded, but internally started to freak out. What the heck am I going to paint for Connor???? Will he even like it? 

They wandered over to the great wall of paints. Connor started grabbing a million different colors and squirting them all over his palette. Evan, however, stood there for 10 minutes straight until he just chose simply one of each color. Connor got a fistful of brushes and ran over to his easel, pulling Evan behind him. They sat at easels opposite from each other, so that they couldn't see what the other one was painting. 

Hard at work, both boys were completely silent, fully concentrated on their paintings. Hazel watched them happily from her desk at the front of the shop. She leaned over to her assistant. Emily, and whispered, "I totally ship those two." 

"Yeah, I know right? They're so adorable," Emily whispered back. They started to giggle, Evan and Connor still obliviously painting. 

*time skip to when they are about halfway through their paintings* 

Evan scooted his stool closer to the canvas, intently focused on making the painting as best as he could for Connor. He leaned in even further, squinting his eyes, trying to steady his shaky hand and make this detail perfect. Connor looked up over his easel at Evan, and started to laugh. 

"Evan, um, do you realize that you are like putting your nose ON the canvas?" He chuckled. 

Evan sat up in confusion, and the end of his nose was covered in green paint. He tried to wipe the paint off, and ended up smearing it all over his face. "Oh no, I was supposed, supposed to paint the canvas, not my, my face," he giggled. Connor sighed and pulled his Evan Emergency Kit™ out of his satchel. It was full of things like extra anxiety pills, band-aids, and of course, baby wipes. He gently wiped all the paint off of Evan's face, and went back to painting. 

*time skip to when Evan is done painting* 

Evan sat contently, hands under his chin, swinging his feet back and forth, painting finished. He loved watching Connor paint- his brows were furrowed, his long brown hair falling into his eyes. He stuck out his tongue in concentration, and would twist his head from side to side, examining his painting. His hand skillfully glided across the canvas, swirling and mixing paint into what Evan was assuming to be a wonderful painting. It was nice seeing Connor like this- relaxed, face softened, happy. 

Connor swept the hair out of his eyes, and tossed his brush down. "Done!" He exclaimed. He stood up, stretching his arms above his head. "Which one of us should show our painting first?" 

"I, I'll show you mine first. It's not as, not as good as yours I bet, so I'll go first," Evan walked Connor over to his canvas, cringing at his painting. Connor took one look at Evan's painting before busting out laughing. 

It was a picture of Evan and Connor as trees. They both had big smiley faces, and were holding branches like hands. The Evan tree had a blue striped trunk, and the Connor tree had a black hoodie. 

"I panicked!" Evan frantically said, as Connor wiped away tears. 

"No, no, it's perfect, Evan! I love it, it's so cute!" Connor hugged Evan tightly- he adored the painting. 

"Can we go, go see your painting now?" Evan's eyes shone as he bounced up and down with excitement. He walked over to Connor's canvas and gasped loudly, hands flying to his mouth. 

It was the most beautiful painting Evan had ever seen. It was a picture of the two of them, sitting in their favorite apple tree at the orchard, watching the sunset. Sky blues, golden yellows, burnt oranges, and blush pinks blended together to make the sunset. Connor had his arm around Evan as they sat together on a branch, every minuscule detail flawless. Across the bottom, in curling calligraphy, it said, "For Forever." Tears sprung to Evan's eyes as he soaked in the beauty of the painting. "Connor, it's so, it's so beautiful! This is the best painting in the, in the world," He blinked the tears out of his eyes as he leapt into Connor's arms. 

Hazel helped them set their paintings with a special spray, and Connor tried to pay her. She swatted his money away, a twinkle in her eye. "No, no, this is on the house. You boys were so cute painting together, keep your money." 

They both thanked her a million times, and they walked out of Sincerely, Me, canvases under their arms. 

Ten years later, they still have those paintings. They hang proudly together, above the fireplace of Evan and Connor's first home.  

*** The end! This one was somewhat long, but I hope y'all enjoyed it! <3 ***