Evan was terrified. He had watched that boy, Connor Murphy, take his letter right in front of his eyes, he had watched him take his embarrassing confession about his feelings for Zoe, HIS SISTER, and his confession about how he really felt about himself. He could only imagine what Connor could do with such a letter. He could simply tweet it or use some sort of online database and it would go VI-VI-VI-VIRAL, where he'd be the poster boy for gay and lame. Which were both true, well, he was bisexual so would he be half gay? Meh, close enough. Just like him, Mark Evan Hansen, M.e.h. pure indifference. Sure, Mark was the name on his birth certificate, but he never used it. He preferred his middle name, Evan, instead of Meh, he was Eh. Like...seeking approval. Which was fine with him. What he wasn't fine with, was being made fun of by everyone he met, receiving taunts and bullying from guys like Ram and Kurt, the quarter backs of the football team. (I forgot their positions) Which would certainly be the result if his letter got out.
It was the end of the day, he would be leaving in only about half an hour, left to deal with his anxiety alone while his mom was at work. Like always, she rarely is ever home when he was in the afternoon. He kinda had to get used to being home alone. If you could call it that, it was really just a small apartment only big enough for him and his mom. He was caught in his head, biting his nonexistent nails, the skin around them bleeding. For what felt like years instead of minutes, the bell woke him from his anxious daze. He quickly put on his backpack, looking disgusted at the blood dripping down each individual finger. He went to the bathroom quickly, washing the blood off his hands. He heard someone singing something like, um, 'I'm just Michael in the bathroom at a party' which was weird since this was school, not a party. And who's Michael?! I leave because he seemed to need to need time to himself, he sounded as if he went through a break up. As he left, he began to walk through the crowds, looking for Connor. His searches were unsuccessful. He walked around the corner, down the stairs, even in the bathrooms, not the one with that Michael guy, but the other 3 men's bathroom. Connor was no where. Eventually, he gave up his search, but still keeping an eye out for him.
Once he was outside, he began to walk in the direction of his house. For some reason, he wished he would see Connor every time he turned or when he crossed the road in between sidewalks. He just wanted to know where and what Connor was going to do with his letter. His letter was in the hands of someone known to be slightly psychotic, so Evan was worried what he would do when he was angry, but he really didn't want to figure out. Evan almost went on autopilot, his body taking over his steps. His mind was busy thinking about every single possibility that could happen involving Connor and his letter. He sort of went into his own world, no one was there, the only voice his own, the only one who existed was him. And Connor. He was in his world, he was like the unpredictable villain in one of the comic books he used to read. It was like one of the epic battles taking place at the climax of a good movie or book. Only, Evan wasn't battling Connor, he was battling himself.
(624, its shorter than my others but I tried ;-; I hope its Okay, I wrote this off the top of my head)
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Even the prettiest flowers wilt away
FanfictionOK, this is my first story, so it will probably be a piece of crap anyways, its a Treebros soulmate au(I know, very original) where everyone has a flower somewhere on their body that matches ONE other person on the earth, who they are meant to be wi...
