Treebros oneshots

A New Boy (2/4)

**Evan's P.O.V**

I walking, once again. Yup, that's all I'm doing. I'm walking and that's it. No, it's not. To fill stuff up in my brain from last night. I met a new boy, his name is Conner, and he doesn't feel like himself anywhere but the Orchard. He related to me, he understood me. He almost left me, due to him about to kiss me. I hoped for him to stay, and just to my luck, he came back because of his phone. My heart reacted before my brain and I kissed him and asked him to stay. I pretty much clung onto him like he was my blanket at night. We talked a little more about our lives. I figured out he smokes pot and weed. But he's trying to stop. He also loves Anime and musicals like me. He figured out that I liked trees and he thought it was a fetish but he later realizes that it's not.

Now time to be two completely different people, again. But do we have to really? Who told us that we can't be who we wanna be. We are beautiful humans and people get to express themselves the way they want, so why not us. Why all the people who have to bow down to peoples fame and be, servants? It's unfair justice. Our founding fathers fought for our right to be not controlled, and that's disrespecting their honor. Enough about me ranting. I head to lunch, sit at the emptiest part of the table as always. People look at me, which just makes my anxiety worse. Everyone wonders why I sit near the popular people, well it happens to be that their table is the emptiest. I see Conner, smiling slightly. All common sense rushes out of my head at that moment. All I can think about is Conner, and we aren't even together. 

I think about him much more differently from yesterday. I thought he was that type that pitied people, the type that acts like a nice guy. But he has a different personality. He's hiding under a mask, to be unseen. It's like Phantom Of The Opera but it's not. Before I knew it, Conner sat right in front of me. It almost scared me, I was thinking so much about him I didn't even know he was moving. "So how are you on this fine morning?" Conner asked, smiling. I knew this was a genuine smile, I can see right through his mask. "I'm fine, sorta. Not really." I said. Before Conner could continue the conversation, the popular kids asked Conner to move to there side of the table. 

He said no, no thanks. But they decide to scoot over here. A popular boy sat beside me. I decided to open my notebook, leave them alone and ignore them. It makes me aggravated, to be disrupted by the biggest douches in school but I don't wanna pick a fight with them. So I decided to draw another tree, one I haven't drawn yet. There was a fern outside of the school. Looked about the height of a 6-foot tree. It was probably potted, but I wasn't sure. I sketched it, and I like to make my trees detailed. But right now I couldn't think about my tree, I was thinking about how close this dude was to me. We were almost touching arms. It made me uncomfortable, I couldn't even draw a good sketch of the tree without being uncomfortable. 

I took a glance at Conner. He was laughing and smiling with them, but it wasn't genuine. He was annoyed at this point, more than annoyed. Frustrated. I saw it in his eyes, his shift. His hands were balled in a fist under the table, not that I looked, I just knew. While I wasn't looking, the guy beside me snatched my notebook. "What are all of these? Trees?" The guy beside me said. Conner had noticed this and averted himself from the conversation. "Is this what you do for a living? Draw trees?" The guy asked me. I couldn't speak. I wanted to. I couldn't say anything that I wanted to, my body wasn't moving to snatch back my notebook (I'm sorry this little b i c t H)  "What are you gonna say anything?" The guy said. "That's why no one hangs out with you." The guy said. I watched him rip the papers out of the notebook, hours and hours of hard work, in the trash. I couldn't watch him rip it, with that smile on his face. I picked up my tray. "That's right, only crybabies leave." The guy laughed. I wasn't leaving. Not without my notebook, not without vengeance. I took a deep breath. His friends were laughing, Conner's eyes were fixed on me. Everyones eyes were fixed on me. 

I slammed my tray into the back of his head and then poured the milk all over him. Everyone took out their phones, laughed, and even cheered me on. I snatched my notebook back and left the cafeteria, with my tray staying right there, and milk dripping down him. I needed a breather, being beside him was bad enough, but him ripping my hard work into pieces just made it worse. I looked through the empty notebook, nothing was left. Not even the sketch I did. Everything I worked for was ripped out. I heard the Cafeteria door open. It was Conner. He's a face I would like to see right now. He had papers in his hand. 

"I got your papers," Conner said. Why would he do that? Why is he so nice? He adored by almost all, a masked man giving my papers back. I'm pretty much a stranger. It made me happy, more than happy. I can't find the word. "T-thank you," I said. Conner handed me the papers. But instead of taking them I grabbed his wrist and pulled myself up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shared a kiss with him. I didn't care if I got suspended, or get in trouble in general. Just don't take me from Conner. I pulled away, smiling. "I-if you don't mind, can I look through your pictures?" Conner asked, blushing. "You can," I said. We both sat up against a wall. I watched his face be astounded the pictures. "So you draw the tree and then write about it?" Conner said, looking at me. "Yup," I said. He stopped at the big oak tree. "I like this one a lot," Conner said, smiling. "You can keep it if you want," Evan said. "Really?" Conner said. I nodded. "But you worked so hard on this," Conner said. "If you don't want it, I'll keep it," I said, chuckling a bit. "No, no I'll keep it," Conner said. I love him. We have barely even met, but I love him already. He's mine, no one else's. 

ᕳ* ε *ᕲ Time Skip ᕳ* ε *ᕲ

Conner walked with me to the Orchard, which we were chatting about random documentary that I watched last night. (It was about a woman who was the best photographer, and they figured it out after she died) "Evan?" Conner asked. "Ya?" I said looking back at Conner. "How quickly does it take to fall in love with someone?" Conner asked sitting against the tree. "I don't know. That depends on if you believe in love at first sight or not." I said sitting beside him. "I think I fell in love with someone, not really at first sight," Conner said, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets. I nodded understanding. I knew he was talking about me, but why? This probably wouldn't have ever started if he didn't choose to partner with me or if I hadn't seen him at the Orchard yesterday. Am I glad? Absolutely. Do I love him? I think we went over this but definitely. 

It could have been anyone else in the world who understood me, but I'm glad it was him. In my mind, while we are sitting side by side, it was how lucky I am. To have someone who understands. To have someone who loves you. And it comes. It took almost my whole childhood but it was worth the wait.