Be More Chill - Oneshots

Tree Bros - Mom

"What if your mom hates me?" Connor sighed deeply. He lied on his bed, complaining about how he has to meet Evans mom tomorrow night.

"Connor, she won't hate you." Evan laughed. It was cute to see Connor getting so nervous and flustered over wanting to be liked by his boyfriends mom. "She'll be glad I found someone to make me happy all hours of my day."

"I make you happy all the whole fucking day? Jesus Christ, who am I? The Easter bunny?" Connor facepalmed himself and threw himself back on his bed.

"Con, I was nervous when I met your parents but I still did it. You can't back out of this, she's busy every other day." Evan crawled onto the bed and scooted himself beside Connor. "Trust me, you'll be okay."

"Alright, honey." Connor whispered, knowing Evan would blush over the pet name.

//Time skip cause who wants to hear about them sleeping? //

"Is Connor here yet?"

"No."

"What time?"

"Six, mom."

"What time is it now?"

"Five thirty-six."

"Well, let's hope he's not dipping."

"It's ditching, not dipping."

"Yeah yeah, you and your cool slangs these days."

Evan rolled his eyes. He and his mom got along well, when you know, they weren't arguing over who got the remote.

Ding.

"Oh, that's him!? He's so adorable in those clothes!" Heidi squealed from the kitchen.

"Mom! Could you not spy on him from the window?" Evan groaned, making his way to the door to let Connor in. "Sorry, my mom's weird."

"It's alright," Connor shrugged. "Do I look okay?" Connor was dressed in clothes he wouldn't dare to wear in school. He had a light pink button up on, a pair of dark blue jeans and his hair was properly combed for once.

"You look perfect. I can't say that your hair would look the same by tonight." Evan tried winking but failed miserably as he shut both eyes at once.

"You're so cute." Connor bent over and kissed Evans temple.

"Food is ready!" Heidi came through the doorway to the kitchen. "You must be Connor, I'm Heidi." She held out her hand and Connor hesitantly shook it.

"Don't be nervous," Evan whispered from beside him. "Come with me. We'll be right back, mom."

"Okay, Dear."

"Evan, what are we doing?" Connor asked, being dragged to the bathroom. Evan held his hand and locked the door behind him. "Evan?"

"Connor, I love you. You don't have to be awkward in front of my mom. If she doesn't like you, so what? I like you, I love you. So much. And-and she understands that you aren't social but she wants you to feel just as comfortable as I am with her." Evan held Connors hands in his. Evan brought them up to his mouth and peppered kisses on the top of his hand. He looked up and saw Connors pink face.

"You're the sweetest person ever, Evan. I love you." Connor leaned over and kissed Evan. "Your mom is probably sitting at the table alone, let's go."

"Mhm."

//

//Ehh two months later?
Yeah//

"Thanks for dinner, mom." Connor blurted out. He covered his mouth and choked on his last potato.

"Woah, are you okay?" Evan asked, patting Connor's back. "Mom can you get Con some water?"

"Of course." Heidi left the room and came back with a full glass of water. "I can't believe you called me mom, that was such a great moment until you choked."

"Don't mention it anymore, it's embarrassing enough." Connor coughed before chugging the water. Evan smiled softly at him. He knew how much his mom wanted Connor to call her mom and he did. Accidentally, of course, but still did it. And Evan was proud. Evan also knew that Connor avoided calling anyone mom, dad or aunt and uncle.

"You boys can go in your room and cuddle like usual, I'll clean up here." Heidi shooed then out of the kitchen and Connor put his face in his hands.

"What's wrong, Con?" Evan asked, pulling Connors hand away.

"I just called your mom, mom. Who does that?" Connor laughed nervously. He started up the stairs into Evans room, going down the hall.

"Someone who's comfortable with her. I like that you guys are close." Evan caught up to Connor and intertwined his hand with his. "Plus my mom has been waiting for you to call her that."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure that she's singing about it while washing dishes."

"You Hansen's and your singing." Connor rolled his eyes.