"is she alright?"
alana stares at connor's furrowed eyebrows; at his frown. this is not the monster she'd imagined on the beach.
"i'm not sure," alana stammers, "but probably." her gaze lingers for a while more, unsure if she should trust him.
but his eyes soften, and he nods. "alright. i'll ask her when she comes out."
alana nods slowly and glances down to the marbled counter, head reeling. he's too different.
connor keeps glancing up to the single toilet's locked door. it's been locked for longer than it should've been if she really needed it.
his heart is pounding. he can hardly hear the cheesy love song distantly playing on the radio.
it is his fault?
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froyo / dear evan hansen
Fanfiction"you've been an asshole to me since i was eleven, and you expect me to forgive you because you bought me froyo a couple of times?" {started 3/5/18 finished 2/9/18}
