Multi-Fandom One Shots

"Do You Want Me To Leave?" DEH

(So! This is late. By like half a month. And honestly I've had this written for a while. So there's nothing I can say, I'm sorry, but I'm officially starting this book.)

   "Do you want me to leave?"

   Zoe sat on her bed, unable to process what Evan just told her. "You... you lied... about everything..."

   "I'm sorry." He's said that a lot today. Well, he says it a lot all the time, but especially today.

   "If Connor was never your friend, why did you tell us he was?"

    "I just wanted to help you. I tried to tell them. but the look on your mom's face..." Evan remembered that day like it was yesterday, which annoyed him greatly. It was a very awkward day. He'd been called to the principle's office to speak with a dead kid's parent's who'd found his therapy letter and assumed it was their son's suicide letter. Evan really had tried to tell her, but... "It was all they had left."

   "But- but the emails?"

   "Fake. Jared helped me. Zoe, I'm so, so sorry."

   Zoe stood up and took a deep breath. "Evan..."

  "I get it. I'll leave."

   "No!" She hadn't meant to yell, but... Evan and her had become close. She lowered her voice. "Stay. Please."

Evan sat back down next to her. She sighed. "Y'know... it- it was nice. To hear those things that Connor might've done..."

"R-Really?"

Zoe smiled. "Yeah. He wasn't always... how he was. There was a time, when we were younger, that we were close. God, I miss that." She shook her head.

"Y-Your Mom said- about the airplanes- was that...?" Evan stammered, not really sure of what to say. Then again, was he ever sure of what to say?

Zoe laughed. "Connor and I loved those airplanes. We'd fly them together, sometimes we'd be air force generals. Sometimes we'd just be airplanes. Once we used them to drop leaves all over Mom. But then..." Zoe sighed.

Evan's face fell too, once he realized what she was saying. He cleared his throat. "Um, you know, that day he stole my letter... he did it because he thought I was trying to, like, insult you or something."

"What?" Zoe remembered that "all my hope is pinned on Zoe part," and she had never really thought about Evan actually being the one writing it.

"He saw it on the printer, before I could get it. He got mad because he thought I was being creepy towards you. He- He really cared." Evan explained.

Zoe smiled. "I wonder what he'd say now..."

Connor, in whatever afterlife he'd ended up in, was screaming. He had been, on and off since this whole thing started. Let's review:

"Just tell them we're not friends!"

"Kleinman's right we sound totally gay for each other."

"BuT nOt BeCaUsE wE'rE gAy. Oh speak for yourself, Hansen."

"Zoe... I-I'm sorry."

"Mom. I am dead. You are in denial. Hear me? D-e-n-i-a-l."

"It's not my fault I had depression, Larry."

"...Zoe, hey, Zoe don't cry... please?"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KISSED MY SISTER! ON MY BED! AFTER I DIED!"

"Guys like you and me, we're just the losers, just waiting to be seen. Right?"

"Good work, Hansen."

"Well, I told you I wasn't interested in Baseball or catch, Larry. I didn't want the glove. I wanted you!"

"Do not publish my suicide note, Alana."

"She did it. She published the note. Alana, when you die, I'll kill you."

"'What I'd rather forget?' Zoe, you can't forget your brother."

"Evan, get out of the road get out of the road!"

"Thank god the Mom is finally home. What's up with her? Aaaaand now we have cheesy happiness. Great."

Now he was relatively calm.

"So now everyone knows you lied. I guess my time here is done. Take care of Zoe for me, okay, Hansen?"

He approved of Hansen. Sure, he was a little weird, and very anxious (how does one human hold so much anxiety?) but if it made Zoe happy, well. Connor hadn't been so good at that when he was alive. He was glad someone else could now.

Although, he did miss flying airplanes at the orchard with Zoe. If it was one thing he regretted, it was pushing her away. Maybe things would be different. He wished things were different.