Musical Oneshots

Treebros - You Still Care?

TW: Drinking

Evan's POV

I was finally dozing off, warm and comfortable under the covers, when my phone rang. Sighing, I turned over and tried to ignore it.

It rang again.

And again.

And again.

"What d-do you want!" I hissed as I finally answered it.

"Hey, uh, do you know a guy named Connor Murphy?" A random stranger asked. I rubbed my forehead as memories came flooding back.

We had been together for three years until we broke up. I couldn't stand him being out late all the time and coming back home high. I tried to help, but eventually, I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Y-Yeah? Why a-are y-you asking?" I questioned.

"Well, he's completely wasted at the Menlo Bar. It's closing time, but we can't let him leave like this. He told us to call this number." The person explained.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I snapped.

"Could you come get him? Please?" They begged. I groaned as I tossed back the covers.

"Fine. I'm o-on m-my way."

*Time skip yEeT sKeEt*

I slammed the car door behind me and trudged up to the bar doors.

"Thank you so much." The person said as they opened up the doors. Connor stumbled out and into my arms.

"Hey Evvy. Whatcha doing here?" He slurred, a happy smiled on his face. I grabbed his arm and tugged him to my car. I put him in the passenger seat, buckled him up, and slammed the door. I got in on my side and started driving.

"What's y-you address?" I asked him, not taking my eyes off of the road. When I didn't hear an answer, I quickly glanced over at him.

Connor was fast asleep, his face pressed up against the glass window.

"Y-You have got t-to be f-fucking kidding me." I sighed.

The rest of the drive was silent, except for a few occasional snores. Once we got back to my house, I tried waking him up.

"Connor, w-wake u-up. I'm taking y-you inside." I told him.

Nothing.

"Wake the f-fuck up." I ordered as I shook his shoulder.

Still, nothing.

With a groan I scooped him up into my arms, and carried him inside.

"I can't f-fucking b-believe this." I muttered as I shoved open my door, thankful for forgetting to lock it earlier.

I didn't look down at his perfect pale face, complete with a tiny constellation of freckles. I didn't brush back his silky brown hair. I didn't-

Who am I kidding? I did all of that.

My heart pounded hearder with each moment he stayed in my arms. I contemplated letting him sleep in my bed, but that would be stupid. I couldn't let him back into my heart again.

So I dropped him onto the couch.

Well, I didn't drop him. I carefully laid him down and draped a blanket over him.

I wish I dropped him though.

I shuffled back into my room and fell onto my bed, more exhausted than before. I crawled underneath the covers and shut my eyes.

The only thought on my mind was Connor Murphy.

YEet. So I'm working on a chapter about seeing BMC in my thoughts/stories book, it's just that there's a lot to say and words are hard. But here's a little picture preview.

It was fucking a w e s o m e.

UhhHhh, let me know if y'all want a second part in Connor's POV cause I have some ideas for that yEeeEet

I'm sorry I haven't updated my main Treebros book in a while, I just haven't really been motivated to write. I will try to update soon though. Maybe two or three chapters to make up for a lack of updates. Idk.

Love y'all!

-Cronch