another treebros angst cause why tf not

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a/n: yay pain!!! writing these angsts has,,,, physically hurt me, mostly cause after i do my chest is all tight, since the ships i'm the best at writing are the ships i,,, let's say relate to, the most. so treebros, hard, but so fun, so let's get to it :)

 (for the one person who knows who they are: i know you're going to tell me to stop but i absolutely won't and you should know that by now~) 

The crowd in the hallway is thick, and getting through it is hard, but I weave through the clusters of students and use my height to look over their heads for the one I'm looking for. I get just past the math classrooms when I see the person I've been looking for. My chest flutters and I speed up, catching up right before we reach the lockers. 

I lean up against the locker next to his, out of breath, "Hi Ev." 

He shakes his head and laughs a little, "Hi Con."

 I grin, and he starts to put his books away, humming something softly.

He looks up at me, smiling slightly, and still humming the song he's half listening to under his breath, and I have to stop myself from kissing him right Then and There. 

"Whatcha listening to?"

"That song I mentioned for the 500th time last night. It makes me think of you."

I smiled again, and remembered immediately adding it to my playlist and listening to it all night, on repeat, soaking the rhythm of it into every part of me, the first time he mentioned it, like ten months ago. It immediately became one of my favourites, but the fact that he was the one that gave it to me in the first place makes it that much more precious to me. "Cool."

I take his hand and pull him into a hug, resting my chin on his head. We stay there for a second, nothing existing but us, our heartbeats weaving into one. He pulls away after a bit, and slips his hand into mine, before pulling me towards the parking lot to head home.

He came over for dinner, and we spent the rest of the night sitting on the floor in my room, listening to The song, over and over and over.


I think it's our song now.

~time skip, 5 weeks, 4 days, and 13 hours later~

I hurry down the hall again, dodging the clusters of people and never letting my feet fully touch the ground. I have to find Evan.

A year ago today, I took Ev on our first real date. We'd been talking in a different air for ages, but they were just words, this was the first day we were really Together. (Not to say that there wasn't something completely real about the things I said and the things he said, and all of the things that were said, but it was the first day I got to take him out and really call him mine. Also, it was the first time we kissed.)

I make it to his locker, but he's not there, so I scan the rest of the hall for him, a fruitless endeavour. 

My brow furrows, and I race to the computer lab, but it's empty, and then to the west wing, which is where his last class is, but he isn't there, and then to the other computer lab that only upperclassmen are supposed to use, but Evan's been allowed to since freshman year, but he isn't there either. I lean my forehead against the wall, catching my breath and trying to think of other places he could be since I'm pretty sure he hasn't left yet. 

I went back towards his locker, maybe I'd just gotten there before him earlier. The halls are considerably less crowded, but crowded nonetheless, and I can see Evan standing by his locker, emptying his bag and grabbing just the three books he needs for homework tonight.

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