musical trip

chapter two- Connor

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I still didn't get why I had to come heere (yep I'm still at it 😌✨) I mean, I tried to refuse, but noooooooooo, 'You have to go, Connor! It's such a good opportunity!' well guess what Cynthia, I don't give a **** about this 'opportunity' 

anyway, heere (are these getting annoying I hope they're not pahahah) I was, sitting, waiting, for whatever I'd been dragged heere for to begin. then something interesting happened. 

I heard the door squeak open, and not gonna lie, I found that sound kinda annoying. so I looked toward the door, and saw Evan Hansen walk in. now, I was only told about what had happened last year while I was in that coma. 

all I knew was this: 

I'm in a big scary coma, and this Evan dude pretends to know me, got with my sister, then admitted that he didn't know me, and he got into deep **** because of it. then I woke up. 

so basically, this was gonna be awkward.

the thing is, he just stood there. I saw someone was standing beside him, prompting him to move. I assumed that was his mum. he looked like he wanted to bolt out the door and move to a desert island. I knew how he felt.

jus then, Klienman spoke up:

"Hey, Acorn!" 

Evan looked terrified. his eyes kept darting between the door and us. his mum pushed him towards us, and he gulped as he walked over and crumpled into a chair.

"you good?" I asked. ****. he's gonna think I'm so weird, isn't he? he started to say something, but just then Mrs. Flemming walked in.

"good morning kids!" she smiled. I rolled my eyes. how does someone function in the morning? no, how the **** does someone function at all?

I leaned back in my chair, almost tipping it over each time. I wasn't really listening to Mrs. Flemming's dumb happy campy speech. I had no intention of it. well, until I heard that we'd be spending a month away from our family's. then I focused.

"We are going to be spending about a month on a special road trip!" 

oh. a road trip. with people I didn't even know. cool... 

I looked over at Evan, who had paled to ghost level, and seemed to be having considerable difficulty breathing. I frowned. why did I even care? 

should I ask him if he needs help?

"we will be making music about our experiences with a mixture of your different groups!" 

oh, I liked music. I looked back at Evan... again. he was having a lot of difficulty breathing now, and he looked like he was going to pass out. I knew what I had to do. I raised my hand.

I waited for five minutes while Mrs. Flemming gushed and monologued about how this was going to be suchhh a goood experience. yeah sure. then, when I was losing all hope for humanity, she noticed my hand.

"yes, Mr Murphy?" she asked. I stood up and pulled Evan out of his seat. he looked like he had died, he was that shocked. I held back a laugh. 

"please excuse us Mrs, I think Evan needs some help." then I walked out with Evan clinging to my hand like it was life support or something. I guess it was at that moment in time. I felt butterflies in my stomach. wait... WHAT?! ignore (see what I did there?? if u did u truly are a person of culture 😌)

I stopped outside the nearest bathroom. I told him to wait there and went and got some tissues. then I came back and found him crumpled against the wall, sobbing. oh ****. I rushed over to him.

"Evan!" I slid down the wall next to him. he started crying more. nonononono.. aaaahhhhhh what should I do?

before I could think of what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. crap what the hell was I doing? I wasn't a hugger?? then why did it feel so- so natural? hugging Evan?

he sat there crying, and I hugged him, telling him it would be ok. we stayed like that for at least another ten minutes. then he sniffed and whispered,

"t-thank you C-Connor..." I smiled.

"it's ok. you shouldn't have to sit there suffering." 

Evan pulled away. his eyes were puffy and his face was red and had tear tracks running down them. he gave me a watery smile. more of those dumb butterflies. I smiled back.

"um.. so... if you want to... if you feel ok.... do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" the smile slipped off his face like water off a window. nononononono I wanted that smile back... wait... no, I needed that smile back.

"But you don't have to!" I rushed. he nodded and gulped.

"t-thanks C-Connor..."

I chuckled.

"it's no problem, Evan. friends right?" I asked him. his eyes widened and his smile was brighter than a million suns. ****....

"y-your asking me to b-be y-your f-friend?" he choked out. I nodded, smiled, and got up.

"so, your answer is...?" I held out a hand. he took hold of it. more of those freaking butterflies.

"y-yes!" he grinned. I was screaming internally. I pulled him to his feet and gestured down the hall.

"let's go."