A Little Bit Of Light (Treebros - DEH)

Chapter 1

Connor POV

"It's the first day of freshman year, Connor, you are not missing the first day!" My mom's trying to make me go to school. It's already so months into the year, anyway. It's the seventh school I've been to and now it's a high school. We moved because I got expelled for smoking on school property then offering some to this kid Michael Mell. He took it, it's not my fault.

"I already said I'd go tomorrow. I'm trying to find a compromise here." I raised my eyebrow.

She turned to my dad and said, "Are you going to get involved here, or are you too busy on your email, Larry?"

Without looking up, he said, "You have to go to school, Connor. He's not going to listen anyway, he's probably high."

"He's definitely high," Zoe sneered. She's my annoying younger sister. She's in eighth grade. She's probably going to be little miss popular by the end of the day.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you!"

"Connor and Zoe, do not use that language at the table!"

I stood up and moved away from the table. "Now fuck you." Then I went upstairs to my room.

I heard Zoe shout from downstairs, "Ugh Connor finished the milk!" Then a slam, which was probably the milk carton being thrown into the garbage can.

I went to school anyway. I didn't want to sit at home with my mom and her book club all day. I figured I could just stay in the janitor's closet or something until I could leave.

When I got there, I overheard some kids loudly whispering about my messy hair, my red eyes, or my all-black outfit. I overheard "school shooter chic," from some short nerdy kid with glasses.

I headed to the computer lab because I saw that no one was in there. Well there's one kid in a blue polo. And that nerdy kid who called me a school shooter.

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Evan POV

I'm printing my English essay instead of that therapy letter I was supposed to write. I don't understand how writing a letter to myself is supposed to make me feel better.

"Hey, see that guy? That's the new kid. I said his black nail polish and rats nest of a hairstyle looked pretty school sh-"

"School shooter chic, I know, Jared. That's the third time you've told me."

"Whatever. I am going to go roam the hallways until class starts. You coming?"

"I'd rather sit alone in this freezing room full of computers and that new kid," I said sarcastically.

Jared shrugged. "Your loss."

Great. Now I am sitting alone in this freezing room with computers and that new kid. Actually, he looks nice. Maybe that black outfit is actually dark blue. I like blue.

"Hi," I said shyly from across the room.

He turned around. "What do you want?"

"You're new, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"I'm Evan."

"Didn't ask."

"Okay." I looked down. "Well if you need help with finding your classrooms or something, then I ca-"

"I didn't ask, so take your Girl Scout cookies and leave me alone." He pushed me onto the floor. The bell rang. I sat there and watched him leave through wet eyes. I just wanted to help. Why do I have to be so stupid?

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Ok heeyyyyy! New fanfiction. This will probably be my last DEH one for a while. I have to take a break (hamilton anyone?) from writing certain things for a while so I can get my head back on track. It really helps too!

If you have a request for me to write something, I might just write it because haha what else am I doing with my life?? I'll do pretty much any ship from the shows I know, so try me.

And finally, as always, thank y'all for reading!! <3