BMC/DEH Oneshots

Gems AU

I'm sorry I haven't been updating, I write from a school computer and Wattpad was recently blocked so I haven't been able to upload. I'm sorrryyy yy yy yy y y y yy
Also, Connor is alive and survived his overdose.

We are all born with gems corresponding to your soulmates favorite color, deep in our left ring finger. When we first touch our soulmate, they start to emerge and the more time we spend with them the farther they show until they fully appear and are then used for the wedding process. It's been 23 years, and Evan's gem hasn't even begun to show. At this point, he had given up that he would ever meet his soulmate. All his friends already had theirs, many were married, some even with kids. But not Evan.

He had started his day like any other, waking up in his one-bedroom apartment and taking a shower. He routinely took his medication and got dressed in his Starbucks uniform, getting ready for work. He watered his plants, and grabbed his bus pass from the table, getting on his way. He walked down the stairs, headed to the bus stop when he felt an unfamiliar sensation on his feet.

"Shoes! I need to stop forgetting shoes..."

He once again ran inside, changing his socks in a hurry as he was already late for his bus. Throwing on his shoes, he ran back outside and to the bus stop just in time to make the bus. He's always disliked public transport, but he can't afford a car right now. Maybe it was the people, or the hot sweaty bus ride he disliked, or the same person always trying to initiate a conversation, but something about it just made him completely dispise it.

"Hey, you seem upset. Rough morning?"

'Damnit, the same person. Why is it always him? Why not someone else, like Beyonce? I like Beyonce. She's cool.'

"I'm ok-okay, thanks," Evan replied reluctantly. This same dude, long brown hair and usually dressed in black, is always trying to talk to him. Like he wants to be friends or something.

"Are you sure? You nearly missed the bus and you look like a nervous wreck."

"I'm okay, just woke up late. Why are you alw-always trying to talk to me? I-I'm not mad or-or anyth-thi-thing, I just don't get talked t-too much and it's weird and it reminds me of something that happ-that-that happened back in high s-sch-school and that didn't turn out all th-that g-reat and-"

"Dude, don't worry, I just never see you with anyone and think you could use a friend. I'm Connor." He held out his hand, and Evan hesitantly shook it. Suddenly, he felt a lump in his hand start to manifest. He looked down at his hand and saw a small black dot forming.

"M-my gem? I thought- I thought I didn't ha-ha-have a soulma-mate..."

"I, uh, me neither, u-um, uh," Connor was just as baffled as Evan, as he to had never even had a near-soulmate experience. And had also come to accept it. The last thing either of them expected to do on their daily commute was to meet their soulmate.

Both boys inspected their hands, as Evans started to show a deep black gem, and Connors a baby blue. They then started an exchange in conversation, asking things like favorite food or animal, biggest pet peeve, etc.

"S-so, soulmates, huh?" Evan asked uncertainly.

'Jeez Evan, why are you so awkward all the time? This boy is your soulmate for Christ's sake, you need to be able to talk you him you absolute piece of fucking-'

"Yeah, weird right? I spent my whole life thinking I had no soulmate, I did some stuff I regretted because of it, way back in high school..." Connor mumbled in response, snapping Evan out of it.

This was funny, to Evan at least, because he was thinking about how much Connor reminded him of an old acquaintance in their senior years.

"Hey, u-uh, how old- how old are y-you? You remind me o-of someone I used- someone I- someone I used to k-know." Evan pondered with a confused look on his face.

"I'm 23, what about you? I was thinking you remind me of someone too." The taller boy laughed, yet nervously sweating ask starting to scratch at his hands in anxiety.

"Uh, I'm 23 t-too, what h-high-high school did you go- did you go to?"

'This can't be Connor. Well, of course, it's Connor, that's his name, but it can't be Connor Murphy at least. It can't be.'

"Oh, I went to South Chicago. You?"

'Please don't say South Chicago, please don't say South Chicago, please don't say-'

"South Chicago, it's a sm- it's a small world, huh?" There was an awkward silence between the two, and Evan decided to just ask and get it over with.

"Listen, Connor, when I was in sen-senior year I met a kid. He looks a lot like you a-and is also named C- named Con-nor. He took one of m-m-my notes off the-off the printer in the computer lab and ran away ang- ran away angrily. I was told he tried to kill himself. He was fine, th-thank God, but I think, I think he was you. You don't have to say a solid y-yes or no, but I really would like you too." Evan had started to tear up. If this was really who he thought he was, he was in for a surprise.

"I, uh, yeah. That's, that's uh, that's me. Connor Murphy. Evan... Hansen? Was it?" Connor asked, a mix of worry and joy on his face.

"Y-yeah, Michael Evan Hansen. But I always went by my mid- my middle name. Oh God, you didn't need to know that I'm sorry I overshared again I need to stop doing that ohmyGodI'msosorryI'msorryI'm-"

"Hey, you're ok. I overshare sometimes too. Do you want to hear a story?" Connor knew how to calm down nearly anyone having an anxiety attack. Storys were always a good method.

"Uh, sure." Evan was calming down his breathing, and his mom used to always tell him stories about when she was younger, or about him as a kid, they always helped calm him down.

"In third grade, I loved being in front. Of anything. The cafeteria, concerts, during assemblies, front seat, but I especially loved being line leader. I would have given anything, any given day to be line leader. I don't know why, I just loved it. One morning, when we were going down for the veterans day assembly, I was standing in front of the line like usual and Mrs. G asked me to move so someone else, I think her name was Amanda or Alana or something, could be line leader. Now, when I was young I had huge anger issues. And I mean huge anger issues. And do you want to know what I did? I threw the printer at her. Right at her nose. I think I broke it, she came to school the next day with bandages on her nose and she didn't talk directly at me for the rest of the year. But it was ok, I never really liked her anyways. If anything I fixed her nose-"

The bus stopped, the driver yelling at them to get off at their stop as they both stopped at the corner of Broadway and 14th. Unbeknownst to Connor, Evan was about to die laughing.

"O-Oh my God, I thought- Jared told me th- told me that he threw the p-printer at Mrs. G! That- That lying assho-hole." Evans' face was beet red and he was starting to cry from laughing so much. They did, however, have to get off the bus as both boys were already late for work.

"Ha, nope that was me. Anyways, we both need to go. Starbucks is calling you, and I need to get to Platinum Sound, but I would love to come for coffee sometime? Being soulmates and all, we should probably get to know each other a bit. How's tomorrow? Noon?" Connor was crossing his fingers, hoping the small coffee barista would accept.

"Yeah, sounds great!" Evan exclaimed excitedly. He quickly picked up his phone, exchanging numbers with Connor.

"See you tomorrow Coffee Boy?" Connor asked, awaiting a response.

"For sure Printer Kid!" Evan said running off the bus and into Starbucks before getting yelled at by his boss. Again.

Connor walked off the bus and to his recording studio, thinking to himself.

'Evan. I like this man. I like him a lot.'