Fear Evan Hansen

3

Jared's POV:

I started the car, sharing a quick glance with Evan. Something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Maybe he didn't want Alana gone, or maybe he just didn't want to kill anyone. That's probably it.

Maybe we can get her to not talk about the emails with other people.

Do you realize how stubborn Alana is? Because she's just going to say "it's for the community."

Ughhhh you're backkkk

I always come back.

Was that a FNaF reference...?

Yup. And hopefully one of the readers got it, because I've been trying to make that reference this whole time.

The fuck is a reader?-

Huh. I never thought you were this stupid. I may or may not explain it later.

Why can't you explain it now?

Because we're near the Hansen's house. And I actually care about you in the slightest and I would like you to have a good time with your boyfriend.

Is this a trick-

Ah shit. It was gone. But there's Evan's house, so I guess it wasn't a trick after all. But what the fuck is a reader? I'll ask Evan later.

I got out, still not speaking a word, and Evan did the same. We didn't see his mom's car in the driveway, so we didn't have to hide from her. Evan fumbled with the key in his hands, trying to open the door.

He finally got it after a few tries. Apparently he forgot which way to turn it.

I don't know why, but he ran upstairs very quickly. I heard the door to his room slam shut. I ran after him, trying not to trip up the stairs.

I opened his door, trying not to startle him. He sat on his bed, curled into a ball. I walked over to him slowly. I felt two arms wrap around my waist, pulling me towards him. I maneuvered myself so that I was sitting next to him.

Oh shit he's crying again. All I did was wrap my arms around him and let him cry, and it seemed to be enough. I didn't know what was wrong, but I'm not sure if there's something in particular. I held him tight, making sure I didn't suffocate him, but I also made him feel secure.

When I say he was crying, I mean he was crying hard. He looked like he was in physical pain after each sob, growing worse and worse by the second. He was practically hyperventilating by this point. I rubbed circles on his back, trying to calm him down, even if it was just the slightest bit.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." I lifted his chin to face me. His eyes were red and puffy, along with his tear stained cheeks. I looked him dead in the eyes, held his hands, and intertwined our fingers. I don't care how gay this is, it seemed to be helping Evan. And the only thing I want right now is to help Evan.

"Can you try to breathe with me?" I said, still keeping eye contact. He nodded. I took an exaggerated breath in, Evan tried to follow along, although his breaths were restricted by his own panic.

I did this a few times until Evan's breathing was more normal again. "Th-thanks Jer..." Evan looked at me, still a bit of panic glazed his eyes. "Any time, Ev." I wiped a tear off of his cheek as I stopped holding his hands.

"Is there something wrong? You just seem a bit off lately and....I don't know. I was just worried about you. I still am." I said, sitting criss cross in front of him like a toddler. "I-I don't really know..." Evan looked to the side, avoiding any eye contact at all.

"But please...please don't worry about me..." His voice sounded desperate as, he put a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, although I was gonna worry anyways. "You wanna watch Moana?" I asked, desperate to change the topic. I've had enough crying today and I'm sure he's had enough too. If we kept on doing this, then I'd probably start to cry, and we'd have a mess.

"Yesssss!" Evan smiled at me, his eyes sparkling. "Alright, alright. Lemme get your laptop." I stood up, walking to the other side of his room. "Can you hand me the laptop before you open it?" Evan said quickly. "Yeah, sure." I walked over to him, tossing the laptop to him.

He opened it and closed a tab, opening a new one and typing in "Disney Plus". He clicked the first result and signed in. We layed next to eachother, pretty close. But just to see the screen. That's all. Nothing gay or anything.

This is so gay, I don't even know how to react.

God dammit. Can I at least enjoy a movie? You can come back in the morning.

Nahhh I've let you enjoy enough time with your precious tree boy.

The fuck is that name-

I don't know. You tell me.

It's a stupid name, that's for sure. It went silent. I guess it was done with me for the day.

I sighed, snuggling into Evan. Platonicly. We're just platonic cuddle buddies. Yup. That's totally a thing. He started the movie, the intro that I've seen at least two dozen times played on the small screen.

It was familiar, nearly nostalgic at this point. I hummed the tune quietly, tapping it on my leg. Evan wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer than I already was.

I'm so fucking comfy. His arms feel like home. His bed is so much more comfortable than mine. Maybe it's just because it's with him. But I could probably fall asleep like this. I'm normally the one to want to sleep, but I don't know if I can stay awake like this.

I felt my eyes start to close, they were getting hard to keep open by this point. I fell into the soft silence of sleep...

Ok so this is a very short chapter, but I've been kinda burning myself out lately and I felt like I needed to get a chapter out.