"where were you?" cynthia's demand makes connor flinch.
two a.m. nothing's better.
he ignores the question and pushes his way into the kitchen.
"connor. where were you?"
he pours himself a glass of water.
"i thought you were getting better."
he freezes. words thrown around like they're nothing.
"i am." uncertainty drips from his voice. "i just had to figure some shit out."
all words are lost in cynthia's mouth. larry puts a hand on her shoulder as she starts sobbing.
she's always sobbing.
"am i not allowed to go out anymore?"
"we just wanted to know where you were—" larry tries to reason.
"what, so you could go and give me the whole 'it will get better' talk?"
silence.
silence is a regular occurrence in the murphy household. it's silence or shouting. from one extreme to the other.
but then there's a staggered sound of foot upon wood, and zoe appears in the kitchen doorway, hair a mess, eyes red.
"you're back."
connor examines her slowly. "yeah."
"where were you?"
her voice isn't piercing like cynthia's. it's not inquisitive. it's not worried. it's just bored. fed up. not caring.
his eyes dart to his parents before back to zoe. "the beach."
she stiffens at that. he doesn't know why.
"why— why were you there?"
"i was stressed."
zoe stares at him and he realises why everything is so familiar. how she's leans against the doorway and breathing heavily and there's something wild in her eyes.
she's drunk.
a year ago, that could've been him.
that could've been him.
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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}
