Be More Chill, Hamilton, and Dear Even Hansen x Reader

~"Attracted" To Each other-Connor x reader~

I know soul mate prompts are over-used and overrated, but I wanted something a bit tacky. What can I say: I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Also. I watched half of Mean Girls. It's pretty decent. 

Ah, yes, metal bracelets.

These weren't any regular metal bracelets, though, these were extremely magnetic bracelets: soulmate bracelets. These suckers will pull you towards your soulmate if they're nearby. Usually the bracelets have a hint about your soulmate's personality. My bracelet was braided and black, bent and gnarled in some places. It wasn't because I was clumsy, though, it just came like that.

"Hey, y/n, you want to hang out at 7-11 afters-school?" My timid friend, Michael Mell, asked me. His face had a bright, red blush on it.

"Sure! But why are you blushing?" I half-heartily asked him, putting my books in my locker.

"Wha—OH GOSH I'M BLUSHING!" He cried frantically, looking at the reflection of himself in the nearby window.

I giggled a bit at him and grabbed my backpack. He looked back at me and his face got even redder. "It's just...maybe this trip can be special! Like a...uhm...d-date, you k-know?" 

I sighed and stiffly shut my locker. "Michael, you know we aren't soulmates. As much as I like you, we can't be together. Besides, isn't your soulmate Nichole?"

He sadly looked at me and quietly said, "I can't love her, y/n! I love you! Just...can we at least give it a try? I love you, y/n!" 

I shook my head 'no' and hastily responded, "Micha, I'm telling you, we can't be tog—"

Wooooooosh!

Air whistled by my ears as I practically flew down the crowded hall. Freaked out, I stared at my extended right arm. My gnarly bracelet seemed to be almost DRAGGING towards the school doors.

"WHAT THE HECK? WHAT'S HAPPENING?" I yelled as I zipped out the school doors.

People awkwardly glanced at me as I sped down the street: right to the woods. Is this what soulmate bracelets do?

"SOMEONE HELP!" I screamed, but it was to late; I was unwilling dragged into the forest. 

A couple of minutes later, I saw a guy my age sitting against a large oak tree. His curly, long brown hair and black hoodie was all I could make out, besides the bottle of pills in his left hand. He sadly turned his head towards me and my terrified screams. I could see his dark-green, lifeless eyes widen as his bracelet suddenly dragged him in MY direction.

"AUGH—WHAT THE HELL?" He yelled, trying to fight the bracelet. Unfortunately, before both of us could reacted, our bracelets smashed together.

Smack!

The two cold metal bracelets collided, and hoodie emo and I both looked up to see who the bracelets pulled us to. 

"What—oh my gosh, this can't be happening..." the guy mumbled, standing up.

I awkwardly stood up and said, "Wait....are you my soul mate?"

He sighed and looked me in the eyes. His cold, dark-green pupils held no expression in them. His long, curly brown hair was messy and tangled. Deep purple bags rested under his eyes and his pale lips were in a grim line. "How the heck were we attracted? I was in the school and you were out here in the woods doing who-knows-what!" I finally said, resting my shaking hands on my hips.

"I WAS DOING SOMETHING THAT WAS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" He snapped. He must of seen my frightened expression, because his emotionless eyes filled up with regret. His lips turned into a concerned frown as he softly said, "I-I'm sorry. I sometimes snap at people. My name is Connor Murphy. Yours?"

Surprised at his now calm dementor, I shakily said, "Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Connor." I held out my trembling hand, and Connor cautiously shook it. 

"I...like your, um, hair," I blurted out. I immediately blushed because of my awkwardness. 

I was expecting him to snap at me, but he softly laughed and said, "That's a first. People always tell me I look like a school shooter..." He looked down at the dark blades of grass, refusing to meet my e/c eyes.

"Well, don't listen to them: I think it looks adorable."

For the first time, he met my sparkly eyes and smiled at me. He said, "That's...that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me..."

The lanky boy took a step towards me and grabbed my shaking hand. He immediately frowned and said, "Why is your hand shaking so much?"

"Oh, uhm, I'm usually really nervous when it comes to meeting new people, ya' know?" I said, looking down at my colorful Converses. 

He gently squeezed my pale hand and said, "Well, you don't have to be nervous around your soulmate! You..aren't so bad."

I smiled and squeezed his hand back. "You aren't so bad either."

~Michael's POV~

I sighed as I watched her lean on the tall boy's shoulder. She seemed so happy with him; so why couldn't I be happy with MY soulmate?

Y/n was my first crush. I've always had liked her. That's why I befriended her: to convince myself she was my soulmate. I thought the bracelet wasn't working, but I got my answer two years later.

I was walking home, trying to convince myself that y/n and I were ment to be, until my bracelet started to drag me towards the park.

As I cried for help, my bracelet collided with another girl's. Her name was Nichole: an intelligent, decent-looking girl who is destined to be valid Victorian.

In other words: not my type at ALL.

I felt a few tears push out my eyes as Connor and y/n sat down by a tree, holding hands. I knew y/n didn't love me. I knew it was too good to be true.

But as long as she's happy....

I'll be fine.

......

I think.

Love triangle! Don't ya' love them? I kinda like showing to soft boi side of Connor, so I did. I'm home and ready to write, so that's pretty epic. Btw, listen to Come From Away. It's so SAD! Aight, have a lovely day/night❤️🦙❤️