Be More Chill/Dear Evan Hansen One Shots

Kleinsen- Breathing Is For Losers

"Jared, Jared I, I uh, I can't breath."

"Uh, because boys sprayed too much axe, or anxiety?" Jared asked, already grabbing his keys. "Or the third option?"

"Yes!"

"Okay baby. I'll uh, pick you up really quick. Also, why did you go to the football game again?" Jared asked, already knowing the answer. He teasingly added, "You know you hate crowds."

"Jared we've talked about this already."

"Oh yeah, no, I know." Jared said, hooking up his phone so he could put Evan on speaker as he drove. "I just want to hear you say it again."

"Jared."

"Please?"

There was a moment of silence on the other side. "You promise you're coming to pick me up, right?"

"Yes, Evvie-Bevvie. I'll be there in five."

"Okay. I wanted to uh, to... I wanted to... Jared do I have to say it? I don't want to say it out loud."

"Come on baby, it's funny!"

Jared heard Evan sigh. "I wanted to check out their uh, their... asses?"

"God it's so weird hearing you curse sometimes."

"Rot in hell, Kleinman."

"Love you too, baby. I'm here by the way." Jared clicked off the phone when he saw where Evan was, and he couldn't hold back his smirk.

"Not a word." Evan mumbled, clearly flustered.

"About what, baby?"

Evan sighed, relieved Jared was dropping it. "So, uh, how was your uh, video game?"

"Ah, it was pretty good. How was looking at the football players tight asses?"

"Fuck you, Kleinman."

"Eh, maybe later. The car isn't that comfortable, you know."