Tree Bros, Boyf Riends and Kleisen One Shots

Tree Bros- Drive

Evan flopped onto his bed, instantly curling up into a ball. He grabbed the stuffed animal Connor had given him, hugging it tightly.

He let out a deep sigh, laying down now on his back. He looked at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down.

He didn't know why he felt so stressed all day, but now he felt incredibly bad. He just wanted to hold Connor and ignore everything, but he knew he couldn't.

Maybe I can just, text Connor? See what he's doing? And then maybe we can

Evan sighed. He knew he didn't have the confidence to text Connor and ask him to go and do something with him. Not right now.

He laid down for a while longer before his phone went off. He instantly jumped up, holding it carefully in his hands like it was the only think keeping him alive.

Connor🖤:hey
Connor🖤:can you be ready to leave in like five minutes

Evan looked down at his outfit, instantly running through every possible thing Connor could be wanting to do.

Me: What do I need to wear? Where are we going? Do I need money? Sorry

Evan out down his phone, glancing at himself in the mirror. His phone buzzed again, and he picked it up quickly.

Connor🖤: literally wear whatever is comfortable, it's a secret, no this is a date you nerd, and don't be sorry
Connor🖤:come outside when you're done

Evan quickly threw on a pastel sweater he knew Connor liked and a pair of shoes. He ran out the front door, waving energetically at his mom before shutting the door behind himself.

Once he got in Connors car, he buckled in. "So, uh, what's the, what's the point of, of this? Not that I'm not happy! I'm very happy, I just, was wondering."

Connor chuckled, putting one of his hands on Evans so he could hold it. "You were stressed today for no reason, so I want to distract you?You're always good with my depression and shit, so I mean, you know."

Connor glanced over at Evan, and his heart dropped. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. What's wrong? We can go back to your house if you aren't, if you aren't up to it. I'm sorry I tried to force this on you, baby. I'm sorry." Connor pulled off to the side of the road, holding Evans hand.

"No, I'm, I'm happy? Happy tears. Happy. I'm just, you're really good?" Evan managed to get out, wiping his tears away. "I just, I love you so, so much, you're too good for me, and, and I just-"

"Nope. Absolutely not. Don't say I'm too good for you. You're a, you're a fucking god, okay?" Connor asked, kissing Evans hand. "Now lets go on this freaking adventure and distract ourself with bright lights and junk food." Connor paused, a small smile on his face. "Just say the word, Hansen. We'll go anywhere."

Evan smiled wide, wiping his last tear away. "Drive."