I'm finally doing a drunk Jared because why not. It might just be the longest one shot I have ever written so have fun ^_^
Jared's POV
"Fuck you, Evan! Asshole!"
God I really am an idiot. But so is he. I mean, who lies about something like that? Pretending to be some dead kids best friend so he didn't feel so alone. Bastard. If he's really that lonely then he can just come to me. I'm better than nothing, right...? I have to be. Otherwise then I'm just as sad as Evan. Making up fake scenarios to not look as pathetic.
I had every right to be mad at him! He lied to everyone about every single thing that came out of his mouth. Usually I wouldn't care but then he left. He left me alone with everyone else. 'Helping the Murphy's' was more important. Zoe will always be more important than me because I'm not the dream girl in this story. I'm just a lousy friend who is easily forgotten because they have a shit personality.
One good thing came out of this though. And that was not having to worry about him. He has thousands of people now that care about him because of some fake suicide letter. Now it's not my job anymore. He can do whatever he wants and I don't have to care. I don't have to worry about his anxiety. Or remind him to take his meds. Or even talk to him because I've been laying for my car insurance myself, it's doesn't matter if I'm nice to him anymore... and yet I still am.
Not anymore. I'm going to get drunk, let all my worries flood away, so the dam can hold all the cheap drinks. That's what I want right? To drown in my sorrows without worry of someone getting in the way? Not like Evan would, he hasn't talked to me in days, maybe weeks, I don't know anymore.
My parents have a secret-not-so-secret cannot filled with beer and wine. Some liquor too but I've never tried it before. I grab the closest bottle of beer and just drink. In a few minutes, nothing matters. I'll finally be able to take a break. A break from everything.
It's probably been an hour or so later and I couldn't possibly be more drunk. I may not be 21 but too late. I basically just fall onto the couch and go into a daze. Usually I would think about... something. But I can't right now. I try so hard to think of something to pass the time but I can't. I heard a noise but I'm too drunk to be paranoid.
I probably should've paid more attention to the noise because I'm pretty sure something was just broken down. Maybe a door? It could be a wall. That would be cool though. Not having a wall.
"Jared?"
The fuck? Since when was there a ghost. I don't remember no ghost. Fuck you Ghost.
"Jared."
"Whaaaaat do you want ghost thing, I'm too tired for this."
"I'm not a ghost Jared. I'm right in front of you."
"Oh sh- oh. You." There he is. The Evan Hansen.
"What are you doing here? And how did you get in? Did you break my door or something?"
"I'm here to apologize. Through the door. No I'm just clumsy."
"Oh. Well then you can leave if nothing broke. Either way I wouldn't even care if something broke."
"Are you drunk? Usually you would be pissed to see me."
