~Time skip~
Graduation was tomorrow and none of us were ready for it, considering that none of us had actually picked a college. Evan was planning on taking a year off so that he could cope with everything and take a break, not to mention that he didn't have the money. I did have a plan for graduation, and it was...
exciting?
~Time skip to the next day~
Zoe stood in front of me, fixing my hair. I glanced at myself in the mirror, biting my lip, "I look like shit, Zo." Zoe scoffed jokingly, "You may look like shit, but that's normal for you." I glared at her, watching as she laughed. Zoe's laughter died down and she walked over to the desk, grabbing a small box.
"Do you think Evan's going to like it?" I queried nervously, scratching the back of my hand. Zoe hummed, nodding as she walked toward me, handing me the box.
"You've got this, Con."
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I may or may not have fallen asleep during the ceremony, but I was awake for my turn to grab my certificate, 'Kay? Who the fuck am I talking to? My eyes shot around the crowded lobby, Evan seemingly leaving. Huh, I guess that was my chance. No point in trying now.
As Evan exited the door, I felt something hit the back of my head, causing my gaze to snap up to whatever caused the pain. My eyes landed on Zoe, who was holding a hard-cover bible. "What the fuck are you doing, Connor Murphy? You're letting your prey get away!" she exclaimed, referring to Evan.
I shrugged, "I'll ask him later. He's already gone, so I'll just have to wait longer." Zoe facepalmed with a loud smack, "You're such a fucking chicken." I chewed on my lip, spinning on my heel and marching out of the building with Zoe following close behind.
I didn't have enough confidence to ask Evan to promise himself to me. He probably wasn't even ready, he's already so stressed with our relationship... I think. How do I know if he even likes me? What if he has a secret relationship with Jared? Okay, yeah, that's not possible...but what if??
I sighed to myself, pushing my doubtful thoughts to the back of my mind. Those are the last things I need to worry about. I just have to worry about picking a good college for now.
There's no way I'm going to an academic college because my academic skills are shit and my artistic skills are a bit better. I was snapped out of my thoughts once again by a loud bang from Zoe pounding on the car, "You wanna drive?" I shook my head, her nodding, "Yeah, that's what I thought."
She opened the driver's door, stepping into the driver's seat while I got into the passenger's. The entire ride home was silent, my thoughts going absolutely crazy with doubt and negativity. Why did I buy this ring? Why did I think this was a good idea? Y'know what, I'm calling Evan.
As the car came to a stop, I pulled out my phone, opening the car door as I exited, phoning Evan the entire time. After one ring, Evan picked up, nearly right away.
"Hey, Con!"
"Hi, Ev. I was wondering if you could come over to my place. I have something to ask you."
"Oh, can't you ask me over the phone?"
"Nah, I gotta show you something, too."
"Okay, I'll be right over."
Evan ended the call after our brief chat, me sprinting to my room, trying to get my anxiety and excitement under control as I clutched the tiny box that held a promise ring. Not too long after my panic died down to a low worry, I heard the doorbell ring.
I stumbled down the stairs, throwing open the front door to reveal a disheveled looking Evan. "W-What do you need to ask me?" he asked between pants. I took his hand, pulling him in and closing the door. "Come on, let's go to my room," I smiled at the worn out blonde, walking up the stairs with our hands intertwined.
Evan stepped into my room while I closed the door behind him, watching as he sat on my bed. I took a seat next to him, taking his smaller hands in mine as I stared into his sky blue eyes that glazed over with curiosity. At that moment, I knew that this was the boy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
Not breaking eye contact with the younger boy, I took a deep breath, biting my lip as I spoke up, "Evan Hansen, I've decided that... That I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but while we aren't ready to get married or any cheesy shit like that, I wanted to see if you would at least promise yourself to me and promise me that one day, we will spend the rest of our lives together?"
I pulled out the velvet box, opening it and showing the gleaming ring inside to the dumbstruck boy that held one of my hands. Evan's eyes quickly filled with tears; he was clearly at a loss for words. He tried stuttering out a reply, but to no avail, as it came out in broken syllables. He knew he wasn't getting anywhere with that, simply nodding his head up and down quickly to say "Yes."
It was my turn to find warm tears trailing down my cheeks as I embraced the boy in front of me, us expressing our love in the comforting silence with nothing but body language. After a few seconds, Evan pulled out of the hug, resting his hands on my cheeks and pulling me into a passionate kiss.
I wish I could have frozen time right there at that moment, but unfortunately, that's not how time works. The two of us pulled away, nearly gasping for air as we held each other in one another's arms.
"hE SAID YES!" we heard a shout from behind us, quickly turning to see Zoe pop out from... inside my beanbag? and toss multi-colored confetti as it fluttered down, scattering across the floor. That's when my bedroom door flung open, several helium-filled balloons flooding the room, Jared, Alana, and Sabrina revealing themselves behind the latex bubbles.
Evan couldn't help but burst into laughter as I glared at my sister and our three other friends. I pulled the ring out of its place, handing it to Evan as he slipped it onto his left ring finger, embracing me once again with a kiss,
"I love you, Connor Murphy."
"I love you two, treeboi."
"hEY"
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It Will Be Alright -- Treebros
FanfictionEvan Hansen was born with a sixth sense that caused him to be able to feel anyone else's emotions. As he grew up, it was relevant and constantly used, considering he was unable to control it; though, when the sense became easier to control, he disr...