Chill Evan Hansen

Mother's Day

Yes I know this is kind of bad, I lost a bit of motivation, but I hope you enjoy it.

Prompt idea from hibroadwaytrashheere on instagram!

Word count: 420

Saturday, May 9th, 2020,

"Jeremy, I don't know what to do, you know how long it takes me to do one card, let alone two!" It was the night before Mother's day, and Michael might have procrastinated making his mom's cards. Yeah, he is kind of an idiot.

"Why not make one of them for both of them?" I asked, confused as to why this wasn't the first thing he had thought of

"BeCauSe they aren't one person, they're both my parents, and I love them, and they both deserve their own cards, I'm just an idiot for putting this to the last second.."

"No shit you're an idiot. That's well known" I sighed, "what else do you have the choice of?"

"Well," he hesitated for a second "you could possibly make one, ya know." i could almost hear the smirk he was giving through the phone, he knew what he was doing, he knew this meant less work for him.

That alone reminding me of the fact I don't actually have a mother, the closest thing is (ironically) Michael's moms.

"Fine. Do you want me to come ov-"

"I'M COMING OVER RIGHT NOW, DON'T WORRY YOUR SKINNY LITTLE ASS YOU PIECE OF SHIT WHO I LOVE FOR SOME REASON" I laughed

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"IT'S A YA BOI MIKE WASOSKI COMING IN FROM THE DOORWAY I KNOW NOT VERY GAY OF ME" Michael yelled whilst jumping through the doorway, entering into my bedroom.

"Nice to know, get your ass over here."

Sitting on the ground, I had some pencils, but I was hoping Michael would bring some over, I was... kind of right to have expected that.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE PAPER"

"I'M NOT A FUCKING TREE" (as I wrote this kat said 'Keanu Trees')

"NO SHIT, BUT WHO DOESN'T OWN PAPER"

"I ONLY OWN MY COMPUTER FOR WRITING"

He slapped my arm, giving me a look of "what a fucking idiot do you have to be", we decided upon going to the store, because why the fuck not. Yeah, we are insane

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I slapped down the pen, "FINALLY I'M DONE" Michael looked up from his phone, squinting at me through the darkroom

"Fina-fucking-lly"

Sunday, May 10th, 2020

Obviously, we had stayed up late, but that wouldn't excuse us for sleeping in late. Especially on such as special day as Mother's day, so we had set the alarm, that ended up with us pushing the other around to turn it off and eventually realizing the day and rushing to get down (of course after becoming presentable).

"MAMA, INA!" Being the early risers they were, they were sitting at the table talking.

"Yes, Micha?" Ina asked, looking away from the book she was reading

"I have cards for you guys he(e)re" He gave each of them a card, mine going to Mama and his going to Ina, they loved them regardless of how bad Michael's was.

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