BMC & DEH One-Shots and Headcannons

Treebros-Better (pt. 2)

Hiiiiiii so lotsa lotsa people requested a part two to "Better," so here you go!!!!

Get ready for this my dudes, dudettes, and non-binary peeps

Connor stared at his phone, the app still on voicemail. How had Evan made him feel like this? Did Connor want to see him again? Could Connor see him again?

Was Connor even worth all this?

Connor needed to clear this up with Evan. He needed to tell Evan everything, from the top of his closet missing his favorite sweaters, to the bottom of his aching heart. He grabbed his keys, and he walked out of the house.

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Connor knocked on Evan's apartment door.

No answer.

He felt guilty for kicking Evan out after they broke up, and he didn't like seeing the apartment. He had asked Zoe where he was, and she had sent him the address. (An: I WANNA SHARE YOUR ADDRESS)

Connor knocked again. Was Evan home? He had seen his car in the parking garage...so he must be...

The door opened.

Evan Hansen was standing there, biting his lip, and looking all around him. Connor felt something in the pit of his stomach twist and turn. One of Evan's bad habits was biting his lip when he was nervous. Both of them knew each other too well to not notice the little things.

"Um...hi," Evan said.

"I got your voicemail..." Connor said, rubbing his arm. Evan noticed this, and knew Connor felt nervous or anxious. Rubbing his arm was one of his nervous tics.

"Hmm..." Evan replied, looking down. "Um...come in."

Connor walked through the doorway and into Evan's apartment.

"It's not much...but-um-it's home," Evan said, looking around for anything that Connor would notice. There was an unfolded blanket on the couch, a water stain on the ceiling that Evan hadn't gotten fixed yet, and it was kinda dark. The door to his bedroom was open, and Connor walked in there. Connor sat on the unmade bed, looking at his hands.

"Uh..." Evan mumbled. "I kno-"

"Listen." Connor looked up, making eye contact with Evan. "I'm sorry."

Evan nodded.

"I'm not done yet though. I'm so sorry for everything. For hurting you...for making you feel awful."

Silence.

"And I..." Connor felt hot tears rise in his eyes. "I missed you...so fucking much."

Connor sniffed. Evan stayed at the doorway, not making a single sound. He just looked at Connor. Connor didn't know if he'd ever feel worse. Had Evan already moved on? The voicemail was from yesterday...maybe he had.

Evan broke the silence.

"You know?" He said. "I wished I had known that it would be easier. I mean, where was that feeling when I was crying? But now that you were gone, I carry nothing. It felt like flying."

"Evan-"

"You know, I used to throw a party over everything you do. Why should I even think about going back to that heartsick little lover-boy who lost all of himself in you?" Evan spat.

"You feel new..." Connor mumbled.

"So brand new."

Silence.

Then Evan began to talk again.

"I paid a price, worked, and I wallowed. I burned all your letters just for fun. All of that time is easy to swallow. Now that I'm better," Evan said. Connor felt the anger rise in Evan.

"Then why-"

"Oh yeah, and somewhere in your room I left my virtue and my favourite shoes." Evan crosses his arms. Connor tried to remember the pair of shoes in the corner of his closet. Connor wondered why he hadn't gotten rid of them sooner.

"Do you-"

"I don't want 'em back, never give 'em back to me. You can try walking a mile in 'em, tell me how they feel on you. I'll be busy being so brand new," Evan shouted. "You ruined everything! I tried to-"

"Then why did you reach out to me?" Connor yelled louder, interrupting Evan. Evan looked taken aback. Connor used to yell a lot, but he never did at Evan. Not after what happened at school. Not after they had gotten to know each other.

"I..." Evan said. He felt something in his eyes. "You..."

"Why would you reach out to me? If you're standing here now, saying all this stuff how you've moved on and how I should 'walk a mile in your shoes' or whatever, how come you left me a voicemail?" Connor was on his feet now, the anger inside of him lifting his body off the ground. He stood in front of Evan, his eyes sparkling with rage and heartbreak. "How come you made me love you again?"

"Connor-"

"I love you, Evan." Connor threw his hands up in the air. "There. I said it. I am in love with you. Hopelessly devoted. But you decide to play with all my emotions. You know, for a moment, I thought you'd want to be with me-"

"I do!" Evan shouted.

Silence.

Connor sat back down, tears streaming down his face.

"Then why the fuck would you say all those things?" Connor asked, his voice breaking.

"I..." Evan said. He then let out a sob, scrunching his face up, and putting his head in his hands. Connor watched him try to pull himself back together, but it was no use.

"Do you still love me, Evan?" Connor asked.

Evan said nothing.

Then he opened his mouth and spoke.

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I'll have a part three don't worry