A Failed Overdose And A Chain Of Events [tree bros]

17 - Power Couple of the Century

My girlfriend listened to the Dear Evan Hansen soundtrack and her first observations were "I just got to Sincerely Me O-o / (me:aka homosexual supporting cast song) That's a thing isn't it? / 'No, not because we're gay'?  (me: oh yes because we're gay) / Requiem and Sincerely Me are completely different / Did she just call Evan a villain? oh nevermind / WHY DID YOU PUT ME THROUGH THIS??? / why did you put me through this???? / *cries* I just finished the soundtrack (oh yeah this was over texts)

But anyways that was just funny, and this chapter isn't, so I just wanted you to laugh a little. TW?: Homophobes, Domestic Abuse/Child Abuse (kind of it's not too dramatic and I don't go into detail but it does happen) and Sad Connor.... this chapter is a ride

Jared had declared Evan and Connor the Power Couple of the Century, mostly because they had been together for almost 2 months, which was longer than Jared had ever kept a relationship, except probably with a bath bomb or something.

Connor didn't think his parents were home, so he and Evan walked into his house, holding hands, expecting, at most, Alana and Zoe to be making out on the couch. Instead, Connor's parents were there, talking, looking troubled. His father had his head in his hands, but when the door opened, he conveniently looked up.

"Connor. You're home early. Who's your friend?"

Connor let go of Evan's hand. "Evan." He looked his dad straight in the eyes. Evan looked at Connor, worried. Connor picked up Evan's hand again, glanced at his father's shocked face, and pulled Evan upstairs.

In Connor's room, they heard Larry shout, "We'll talk later, Connor!"

"C-Connor?"

"I'll live, Evan. Mom will stop him from getting too angry, if she can, and Zoe will probably be home soon enough."

"Connor...," Evan trailed off, worried.

"Drop it, Ev. So, we can watch this bootleg I found online. Be More Cool. I know you love the soundtrack, Treeboy." Evan laughed.

"Let's do it, Connie."

"Conor," he corrected, pulling up the bootleg on his laptop.

"Alright, Connie."

** Timeskip to when Evan is gone brought to you by homosexuals, women with children, short insomniacs, and spiky lesbians **

"Connor!" Connor flinched, barely glancing at his father, just sitting up and looking down.

"Larry, please," his mother pleaded.

"Cynthia, I'm doing what's best for him, and I won't have a queer for a son." Connor looked up at his words. In his eyes, vulnerability.

"What the fuck are you gonna do?" Connor asked, standing up. He tried his best to look threatening. "Kick me out? You just can't stand for the fact that I'm more in love than you." His mother looked terrified of him.

A split second later, Connor was holding the right side of his face, more shocked than pained. "D-Dad?" Cynthia held her husband's arm.

"Larry, we really don't have to...," she said. Connor had lost his tough composure, almost cowering in fear.

"I'll see to it that you're out of my house by tomorrow."

"What?" Connor's anger was replaced with complete fear.

"Get out of this house."

Okay bye ~ Me