lace and leather

cotton candy clouds

AN// hey this is my first ever fanfic? so i hope you like it lol. enjoy
trigger warnings: slurs, vaping, swearing, physical bullying, smoking

connor murphy was no ordinary senior boy. neither was evan hansen. connor, on one hand, acted like a 5 year old girl. he loved to wear pink, wear skirts and dresses, and loves flowers. evan, was usually looking like he was about to shank any random kid at any given time for making him mad. the two boys made an interesting couple. and sure, people ridicule them, but evan also had his brass knuckles...

"you know, smoking cigarettes gives you cancer." the pink boy said, grinning and leaning against his locker.

evan grumbles, taking it between his fingers. "then fuck." he chuckles with an odd type of confidence.

"it's not healthy." he said, munching on some rainbow cotton he made last night.

"neither is a fucking bag of cotton fucking candy." he took a long drag from his cigarette. "you vape?" he asked

"only sometimes... do you?" he said, running a hand through his long pink and brown hair with his long, pink faux nails.

evan gave him a nod, pulling out his vape pen. "c'mon. we're going to the bathroom." he shoved connor in front of him, walking him to the bathrooms.

connor nodded. "why not?" he shrugged. "i'm kinda short on friends at the moment."

"you and me both, kid." he said.

connor shifted his weight on either feet. "what's your favorite flavor?" he asked, grabbing his pen which was a clean white. "mines either... bubblegum, gummy bear, or cherry." he giggles, taking a puff.

evan glared at him. "i don't fucking know, mint." he said. evan glances at his pen, which there was an obvious pink lipstick print on. evan took a long drag on his.

"right now i have gummy bear!" he giggled, throwing his arms up and dancing around the handicap stall a tiny bit. "what do you have in right now?"

"mint. would you fucking stop that?" he rolled his eyes.

"you're so boring." he stuck his tongue out at him.

"you're acting like a fucking 5 year old. would you stop that? one of these days you're gonna get smashed into a locker by some jock for acting like that. i thought you could be interesting, but you're just some immature bitch who can't act his ducking age." he spat. the second he saw connors bright smiles drop, he immediately regretted it.

connor felt his eyes prick with tears. "why are you so mean?" he whimpered and shoved his pen back in his backpack.

"connor you know i didn't fucking mean it-"

"then why did you say it?" he wipes his eyes with his hand. mascara he spent 20 minutes on was smeared all over. "shoot." he sniffles. he went over to the single mirror and tried to clean it. he saw evan storm out.