CONNOR... and Lydia | A Beetlejuice × Dear Evan Hansen crossover

chapter II

"Sooo," Lydia said after another couplet of minutes of awkward silence. "I know this game called Paranoia and maybe we should play it so we and Evan can get to know each other? I've never really played it but people in fanfictions I read played it and I think it's a fun game, so do you wanna play it?"

"Um, s-sure," Evan stammered. "How does it work?" Connor asked.

"Okay, so, you ask the person next to you a question, and you whisper the question so no one else can hear it, and the person answers the question out loud and then I ask Siri to say a number and if it's odd you have to tell everyone the question," Lydia explained quickly. "Okay, let's play it," Connor shrugged. Lydia started, whispering a question in Evan's ear. Evan grinned nervously, blushed and said "no!" Lydia raised an eyebrow and said "Hey Siri, say a number in between 1 and 10."

6. Evan was relieved. "You're lucky this time," Lydia smirked. Evan bit his lip and asked Connor why he was always wearing dark clothes. "Well, dark colours are nice because they're calm and..." He went on a long rant about why dark colours were so amazing until Lydia stopped him. "That's enough," she laughed. "It's your turn, ask me a question!" "You can never talk about the beauty of black enough, Lydia," Connor said dramatically, but then went back to the game.

"What did you ask Evan?" he whispered. "Yeah, I'm not going to tell you that," she insisted. "He'll probably tell you once himself." Evan wondered what Connor had asked her, but didn't have the time to ask. The bell rang and they went to their classes.

In the second-last period, Evan and Connor had biology together. They usually both sat alone because Evan used to be too scared of Connor to go sit next to him, but he decided to sit next to him this time. "Hi," he said sheepishly.

Connor looked a little surprised, which he was. No one had ever willingly sat next to him. He shortly looked up from his phone, greeted Evan and went back to his phone. Evan cleared his throat and took his books out of his bag.

During class Connor noticed a change in Evan's behaviour. He seemed tense, and played with his fingers and pens all the time. He wasn't paying attention. Connor knew Evan usually did, so something was wrong.

"Can Evan and I be excused?" he asked after raising his hand. The teacher frowned, but let them go. Evan confusedly put his books in his bag. Connor grabbed Evan's wrist and lead him out of the classroom. His grip on Evan's wrist was firm but gentle. Evan stared at him. Connor sighed.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He sounded bored and tired as always, but did Evan hear a little concern in his voice? Nah, probably just his imagination. "Nothing," he mumbled.

"Evan, I have eyes. I can see you're tense. What's wrong?" Evan sighed defeated. "Nothing bad. It's just, I've been thinking about Lydia's question and-" Evan stopped talking. He looked at the ground and hoped Connor wouldn't push it, which he didn't. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."

His hand instinctively moved from Evan's wrist to the back of his hand. When he was sad or stressed Lydia always helped him by doing that, so he thought it might also work with Evan. Evan stared at their hands and turned his so they were almost holding hands.

Almost.

Jared came running to them, and to their surprise Lydia was with him. "Alright, I heard this girl crying in the bathroom, all by herself and I might have gone into the girl's bathroom but I couldn't just do nothing and she says she knows you, so can you comfort her?" he asked Connor.

Connor looked strangely at him. "Since when do you care about people?" Jared rolled his eyes. "I'm not  that emotionless, Murphy. By the way, what are you doing here? I can imagine you ditching class, but Evan?" "None of your business," Connor said shortly and he rubbed Lydia's back. "What happened?"