Evan was in his room, scanning through his Instagram which was really only filled with pictures and fun facts about trees. Even if they were amazing, apparently no one was amazed with all his forest expertise. He had only, like three followers. And they were his mother, and 2 old men. Even Jared didn't follow him, no amount of car insurance could make Jared like any of his comments or posts. He was calmer than he had earlier, if Connor were to do anything, he would have done it already, right? There was always the option that he was just waiting until tomorrow morning to hand out copies of his letter, or maybe he could read it over the loud speaker when the principal wasn't paying attention, which actually made sense since he never paid attention. Oh god, now Evan was anxious once more. He couldn't stop thinking about all the possibilities Connor could do with his letter. He went through Zoe's Insta' in hopes to feel well again, only to see Connor's face in her newest post.
Cmon' throw me a bone! He thought, a sense of desperateness flooding his sense's. Finally, he gave in to his anxiety and looked up,"ConnorMurphy" in the search box.
No results for: ConnorMurphy
REALLY! He guessed it made sense, his username wasn't EvanHansen, it was treeboi1776. He then, with a quivering hand, private messaged Zoe.
treeboi1776: hi, uh...this is Evan, from school, you probably don't know me but, I, um, was wondering if you could give me your brother's username...
There was no response for at least half an hour, he expected this, after all, why would she want to talk to a nobody like himself, a barely in the background kinda' guy. When he finally saw the dots, he jumped.
ZoeMurphy(A\N, I didn't know what to name her so...) I don't know you, or why you'd want my brother's Insta'
Oh, welp, could be worse.
treeboi1776: that makes sense, but I wanted to have his insta' since he...
Evan didn't know how to phrase it
he took something of mine...
This time the response was almost instant.
ZoeMurphy: Really? Geez, I know he's a dick, but why would he want anything from you?
The words seemed to speak, pointing to him with narrowed eyes. This time, it took a while for him to think of a response.
treeboi1776: Well, we were both in the computer lab, and I was printing something out, and then he read it and got mad, storming out...
Please don't ask what it was about! Please don't ask what it was about!
ZoeMurphy: That's weird, the reading, he's always a bitch, what was it about?
Why?! Why did the world hate him?!
treeboi1776: I wouldn't say a birch, but I don't know why he took it...
He lied, feeling a punch of guilt in his stomach.
ZoeMurphy: Ok, he doesn't have an Insta' but I can give you his phone # if you want
Connor's PHONE! he couldn't talk to him! Oh wait, texting exists.
treeboi1776: that's fine, thank you...
ZoeMurphy: no prob, here it is....
After a moment, a text with a phone number attached was sent. Oh god, he was not ready. He switched off of Instagram and went to contacts, putting the number into his phone, accidentally clicking call.
"Hello, who the hell is this? ZOE, DID YOU STEAL SOMEONE'S PHONE?! I already told you I wasn't going home!"
Wait, he wasn't at home? Why would he not be-
"No, uh...this is, uh," he began to hyperventilate, not knowing what to say. He hung up, to stop himself from continuing to make a fool of himself.
He then proceeded to go to the text bar, texting him, (a/n italics is Connor until they change the contacts)
Unknown number: sorry for hanging up, I'm Evan...
Unknown number: oh, what do you want?
Unknown number: I want my letter back...
God, that sounded mean.
Unknown number: sorry that sounded mean, may I have it back, please?
Unknown number: it's okay, and about the letter, I...
There was dots, then none, and after a few minute, he finally got a response.
Unknown number: I'll give it to you tomorrow in the computer lab
Unknown number: Thank you so much! Did you read it...?
Unknown number: don't mention it. LITERALLY. I don't want my rep demolished. And I did read it, don't worry, I didn't let anyone else read it, or post it, or anything you could've thought I did with it. I did crumple it up tho....
Evan let out a sigh, all his anxiousness leaving him with the sigh.
Unknown number: that's fine, thank you so much, see you tomorrow~
He clicked off his messages, saving him as Connor on his contacts. He smiled slightly, staring at his lit screen. He was excited to see Connor, to get his letter back. (Obviously just because of that ;))
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