the boy and his acorn

October 15, 2018

~Time skip bc I'm lazy as all heck and also I feel like this is going really slow and I didn't wanna give you thirty chapters of them being silently in love with each other so now you'll only get 15~

~Evan's POV~

I'd gotten Connor's number a couple of months ago, after we ditched school that one day. We've only done it once more together, since then, and that was because I had an anxiety attack in English (apparently we have like. four classes together.) He skips like. every other day, but he isn't usually successful in cajoling me along with him. I spend time at his house now, trying to suppress this weird fluttery feeling in my chest every time we're together. 

I've been to Spill the Beans with him a couple more times, mostly on the weekends. We sit at the table by the window, and sometimes we play truth or dare, and sometimes we just talk.

I made a playlist for him, sometime in September, but I've been too nervous to actually give and/or show it to him. 

I pretty much used all the information I learned from asking random questions and playing truth or dare, and I keep every piece I have of him now close to my chest. 

All I can do when we're apart is think about him, and all I can do when we're together is panic because everything just feels so important. 

I text him quickly before heading down to get ready, so I don't miss the bus. 

My phone buzzes in my back pocket as I pour myself a glass of lemonade and stick a toaster waffle in the toaster. The note on the counter tells me my mom left early and will be back late. 

I lean against the counter and grab my phone. Connor texted me. 

[My Chemically Imbalanced Romance: hey hansen, would you like a ride? :)]

I grin stupidly at my phone, my fingers hovering over the keyboard for a minute before replying.

[yeah! thanks :))]

Maybe thirty seconds later my phone buzzes again, 

[My Chemically Imbalanced Romance: cool, see you in like. a minute]

I grin and grab my toaster waffle, chug my lemonade, and pull on my high tops, barely done tying them before I hear someone honk outside. 

I run out the door, my backpack in tow, and bound down the front steps. Connor and Zoe's Jeep is at the curb and Zoe's pouting in the backseat.

I grin and get up front, holding my waffle between my teeth. 

"Hey Evan Hansen."

"H-hey Connor Murphy."

Zoe clears her throat from the backseat, "Hey, Connor, are you going to drive, or are we going to be late because you couldn't stop flirting with your boyfriend?"

He mumbles a 'shut up' and puts the car in gear. I pretend to be desperately searching for something in my backpack, even though I know everything is in there since I checked five times before I fell asleep, trying to hide my blush.

I rip a piece off of my waffle and pop it in my mouth, and lean my head against the window frame.

I'm starting to disassociate when Connor reaches a hand over and tears off a bit of my waffle.

"H-hey! Connor!"

"What?" He grins, "No thank you for your driver?"

I roll my eyes, "Okay, well, fine."

He grins triumphantly and pops it in his mouth. Zoe leans forward and makes a gagging sound.

"So, um, hey, um, are y-you still, you know, planning on coming over after, um, school, because, um, I was wondering, you know, if you'd finally watch the episode of Criminal Minds you, um, you promised to, uh, watch with me, you know. I- I mean, if you, um, if you can't, that's o-okay too, I just, uh-"

"Hey, breathe. I'll be there." He grins at me again and I feel myself melting into my shoes.