chapter three: new start¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i lay on my back in between alana's knees on her stomach as she braids my hair and i fix my ukulele strings.
"where'd your parents go?" she asks after i finish venting about evan.
"they're at court for something that happened at dad's work. they think i don't know but i do," i reply, biting my lip.
she makes an "ah" noise, and is silent for a few minutes. i feel like we should talk about the elephant in the room, how evan fucked her over, but i don't know how. luckily, she does it.
"evan fucked jared over, too. we could start a club. a 'fuck you, mark evan hansen' club," alana tells me.
"really? and why would jared want anything to do with us?" i ask, scoffing.
"i dunno, can you text him on my phone? i don't wanna mess up your hair," she shrugs.
"yeah," i mumble, reaching over to the side and grabbing her phone.
four eyes: jared it's zoe
four eyes 2.0: obviouslt ur typing is astrosius unlike alanaas
four eyes: jesus fuck urs is worse
four eyes 2.0: obviosly im thee insanely cool jared kleinman
anyway wtf do u want, princess
four eyes: uh fuck u
and wanna start a club with ppl who were fucked over by evan
four eyes 2.0: who else is in it
four eyes: uh me, alana, and ig u
four eyes 2.0: ok im in when we meeting where we going what we dooing
four eyes: uh u know my address so ig meet us at my place and just walk up to my room
four eyes 2.0: ok zoey
four eyes: *zoe
four eyes 2.0: ik
i groan. "he's coming. i hope he brings food."
"it's jared, of course he will," alana jokes, laughing a bit.
i laugh back, continuing fixing my ukulele.
about 15 minutes or so later, jared waltzes into my room. "sup, losers, let's hate evan hansen together. what's the club name?" he fixes his glasses after bumping into my door.
"close my door and sit down," i tell. after he does so, after setting down some cookies his mom apparently made for evan but jared decided would be better for us.
"the club name is 'fuck you, mark evan hansen'," alana tells jared, laughing at jared not being able to open the cookies.
"why not: 'fuck you, meh'? because meh is how we need to feel about him and it's his initials," jared asks, shrugging and shoving a whole cookie in his mouth.
i smile. "i like it. you, alana?"
"let's do it," she replies, grinning.
"awesome," jared and i say at the same time, causing us to laugh a bit.
a/n: i dont wanna be alive rn lmao so im updating
