Musical Oneshots

Treebros - Hey #1 (Perfect for you Pt. 2)

TW: Drug use

Evan's POV

For the past few weeks I had been avoiding Connor.

How could I face him when everything else in my life was going down hill?

Mom's mental state was getting worse, which meant that Jax had to come back and help us.

Jax.

My dad.

The man who had left us behind without looking back.

I focused on the floor as I navigated the school hallways, avoiding eye contact with everyone. I made a pit stop in the bathroom.

Rummaging around in my backback, I found the bright orange bottle of pills. I could hear them rattling at I dumped a few onto my sweaty palm. Swallowing them dry, I quickly put them back before anyone else walked in.

Just then the door slammed open.

Connor.

"Hey." He said, trying to seem nonchalant.

"Hey." I mumbled as I stared at the dirty tile floor.

"I've missed you these days. I thought you might call. Its been weeks." He told me as he stepped closer.

"I've been crazed." I explained.

"Hey. Hey? Have you been on the scene?" Connor asked. "Cause you look like a mess."

"Thanks, I guess?" I shrugged as I continued to avoid eye contact.

"Are you clean?" He questioned.

I felt anger bubble up inside of me.

Anger that had been bottled up for years, that had built up, was finally coming to the surface.

"Well coming from you-"

"I don't do what you do." He interrupted.

"Okay, how did it start?" I shouted.

"But you took it too far!" He yelled back, stepping closer yet again. I started backing away and retorted,

"Oh I took it too far!"

"Hey! Hey! Are we over? Don't say that we're over." Connor told me, his voice growing softer.

"Don't you want us to be?" I huffed.

"No. I want who I knew. He's somewhere in you." He told me. I kept backing up until I hit the wall behind me.

"Hey. Say, will you come to this dance? Its some spring formal dance." Connor explained as he pulled a crumbled up flyer out of his satchel. "Its March first. And its cheese. But its fun and its free."

I glanced down at the paper.

"I don't do dances." I told him.

"Do this dance with me?" He asked, a hopeful look on his face.

"Goodbye Connor."

I crumbled the paper up into a ball, threw it onto the floor, and stormed out of the bathroom.

I couldn't stop the tears that fell from my eyes as I left Connor behind.