Musical Oneshots

Treebros - A La Mode

Requested by the amazing Festive_Jiberish

I'm like, kind of changing the prompt? Its still the same idea I just added a little but more to it. I hope its ok!

TW: None

Evan's POV

I stood in the long line, waiting to order, and picked at the hem of my shirt. Every few seconds I kept patting my pocket to make sure my money was still there.

Dread creeped up on me as the line in front of me grew shorter and I got closer to ordering.

"Next in line please." A bored teenager called out. I quickly clenched my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and stepped forward.

"C-Can I have a-a small c-cup o-of rocky r-road please?" I asked. The teen started punching things into the register as I reached into my pocket and fumbled with the money.

"That'll be $3.50." They told me, looking dead inside. I handed them the money and another man behind the counter handed me my ice cream. Our hands touched, and even though it was only for a second, I felt fireworks go off inside of me. (ThAt's nOt gOnnA bE tHe oNLy tHiNg iNsIde oF YoU)

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as I grabbed my ice cream and rushed away from the line. Looking around, I realized there were no empty seats.

With a sigh, I made my way outside.

The cold hit me like a smack to the face. I hunched up and scurried over to a table. At least I was all alone out here.

Connor's POV

"I'm heading out for a smoke break!" I yelled at Jason, my co-worker, as I threw on my hoodie.

"Okay!" He shouted back. I searched around my pockets for a cigarette and a lighter as I made my way outside.

The wind whistled around me as I pulled out a cigarette and my lighter. I lit up the cancer stick and took a drag.

Since Zoe had ratted me out and made Cynthia take my stash, I was smoking cigarettes until I got enough money to buy more weed.

I started walking around A La Mode, enjoying how alone I was.

Until I stumbled across the guy from earlier.

The guy who's hand I touched and made me feel sparks.

Evan's POV

"Hey." Someone muttered as they sat down next to me. I froze and looked over. It was the guy from earlier.

"H-Hi." I mumbled as I looked back at my ice cream, my face turning crimson.

"So. What's your name?" The guy asked me as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"I-I'm Evan H-Hansen. And y-you really s-shouldn't s-smoke. I-Its bad for y-your lungs." I told him. The guy snorted and said,

"I'm Connor Murphy. And I'm probably better off smoking these than weed."

I looked at Connor for a moment, just studying his features.

He had long brown hair that fell in waves to his shoulders. His eyes were mostly blue, except for a splash of brown in his right eye. Connor wore all black, and it really worked for him.

Like, really worked.

He pulled out his phone.

"Oh shit." He groaned. "I have to go back inside."

My heart fell. I nodded and stared at my feet.

"Can I look at your phone for a second?" Connor questioned.

"S-Sure." I responded as I quickly pulled it out of my pocket and managed not to drop it. He grabbed it and typed something in. I tried to look and see what he was doing but he held my phone out of my reach.

"It was nice meeting you Hansen." Connor grinned as he handed me my phone back.

He had opened up my contacts.

❤Your future boyfriend❤

My head snapped up and I looked around for him, but Connor was already inside.

On my way back home, my half eaten ice cream in hand, I started typing out a message.

Dear Connor Murphy

Oof

I'm sorry

I am out of my writing groove so I feel like this sucks

But anyway

I hope it was okay

Love y'all

-Cronch