Be More Chill/Dear Evan Hansen One Shots

Clana- Cereal

When Alana walked into her kitchen, she almost immediately fainted.

In front of her, eating all of her cereal, was a boy she loved who she'd thought died many years ago.

"Connor? Connor Murphy?" She asked, her voice raspy.

"Oh, hey Alana!" He walked over to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "How have you been, baby?"

"Clearly not as okay as you, dick head. What the fuck? How are you alive? How are you alive? You shouldn't be... you died."

"Alana, calm down."

"How am I supposed to be calm? You... you faked your death for three years, and you just ate all of my cereal!" Alana yelled, allowing herself to be loud in the almost empty house.

"Okay, so, uh, about the death stuff. I can explain."

"Explain why you left me for three years and made me depressed and why you think you can just suddenly walk in here-"

"Okay, okay, let me explain." Connor took a deep breath, ready to explain. "So I went on a three year trip to find myself."

Alana was quiet for a long time. Connor stayed as still as possible, not wanting to set her off.

"So you... faked your own death..."

"My parents helped with that. They thought the trip would be good for me."

"And you didn't tell me..."

"Okay, mostly because, and I'm only saying this because I love you, no one can tell you a secret without you blabbing about it, baby. You know?"

"Why the fuck did you have to take your own death? Couldn't you just like, go on a three year trip? What is everyone gonna say?"

"I... Okay, honestly, I didn't think about that. But I do have a question. Did Jared Kleinman cry at my funeral?"

"What?!"

"Did Jared cry at my funeral? I need to know."

"Connor Murphy, I hate you with every inch of my body."