Be More Chill/Dear Evan Hansen One Shots

Boyf Riends-Oh, Worm?

Who else cried when they found out BMC was going on Broadway?

"Michael, I'm literally begging you not to do this."

"Then beg, coward."

Jeremy rolled his eyes, trying to grab the pizza rolls from his sleep deprived boyfriend. "Michael, for the last time. Making pizza rolls is not going to cure your sleep deprivation."

"Let me eat my breakfast." Michael snagged the pizza rolls, dodging Jeremy's attacks and putting them in the microwave.

"It's not breakfast time! It's more like... late midnight."

"You're not gonna stop me from eating pizza rolls for breakfast, Heere. No one on this god forsaken earth can stop me. Not even you."

"Michael, you're so fucking sleep deprived it's not even funny." Jeremy paused, biting his lip. "Do I need to call Chloe to read you a bedtime story?" He asked cockily.

"Please god. Anything but that. She'll literally eat me alive if we call her at this god forsaken hour."

"First of all, stop saying 'god forsaken'. You sound like you're trying too hard to be edgy. Second, I'll call her. From your phone." Michael gasped, and Jeremy ignored him. "I feel like it's the only option at this point. You won't listen to me."

"That's too dramatic, Jeremy! Too dramatic!"

"It's not dramatic, it's the truth. And I'll fucking do it too."

Michael glared at Jeremy until he seemingly snapped out of a trance. "Oh my god, I never like, turned on the microwave. My hot pockets."

"Let then suffer. You're coming to bed."

"Fuck you."

"I love you too." Jeremy grabbed Michaels arm, pulling him towards his bedroom. "Now come on, you fucking nerd."