A/N: For some reason I had so much trouble writing this chapter. Nothing sounded right? Still not super happy with it I guess? Connor is getting more and more ooc and I’m sorry, but this is an AU so it’s sort of okay? I’m trying to do the characters justice but it! is! hard!
Connor always had a million things running through his mind at one hundred miles per hour. Right now, sitting on a swing next to Evan Hansen staring up at the sky, his brain felt still. The sunset was beautiful, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had stopped to take in the view. All they could see was sky for forever, stretching on and on, and they were content with letting the world pass by.
Until, that is, Evan’s phone buzzed. Evan signed that it was his mom, and that he should get home soon. He stood up to leave, signing goodbyes, when Connor grabbed his arm.
Evan jumped, a frightened look on his face, and Connor immediately regretted it. Even now, Evan still saw him as a freak who could hurt him. He moved his hand away quickly. Evan saw the poorly concealed look of hurt Connor was trying to hide, and took a pen out of his pocket. He scribbled some numbers on a scrap of paper and handed it to Connor.
For when you get a new phone.
Connor looked up, surprised, and nodded.
I’ll see you tomorrow was all Evan needed to sign before getting in his car, and driving home.
Connor got home late as usual, but when Zoe performed her usual interrogation he gave her more than one word answers.
Where were you this time?
I was with Evan. At the park.
So are you guys like… friends, or something?
I don’t know. Maybe.
Zoe looked confused but seemed satisfied with their short discussion, and went back to her room. Connor attempted to avoid his parents, but unfortunately failed in his quest to do so. He had almost made it to his room when Cynthia came walking down the hall.
I got you a new phone today. Your father isn’t happy. If something like this happens again, a phone wont be the only thing you have to worry about, alright?
He took the phone from Cynthia, signed a quick thanks, mom and made a beeline for his door right as Larry appeared behind her. Connor really hit the jackpot tonight. Larry was currently unable to understand what Cynthia had just signed.
“What did you tell him?” He spoke in a worn out voice.
“Everything we discussed, Larry.” She replied softly.
“Is that clear then, Connor?” Larry’s voice filled the hall, Connor didn’t notice.
Fuck you. With that,Connor went into his room and shut the door.
“What did he say?”
Connor sat on his bed as he set up his new phone. There was only one number he was concerned with saving. He took out the scrap of paper Evan gave him at the park, and added him as a contact. His typed out a message. Then he deleted it. This went on for about seventeen minutes before he finally pressed send, not entirely on purpose.
New Message - Connor Murphy - Sent Sunday 10:24 P.M.
Hey its Connor
He waited, staring at his phone for what felt like a millennia before he finally got a message back.
New Message - Evan Hansen - Received Sunday 10:36 P.M.
Oh hey its Evan
Connor was typing a response when he felt his phone vibrate again.
E: but u already know that
E: that sounds weird
E: im sorry
Connor smiled to himself, as he realised that Evan’s constant apologising had morphed from infuriating to kind of endearing.
C: its fine
C: you really dont need to apologise so much
E: oh right
E: so its late and i have a project due tomorrow so i should probably go
C: its cool
Connor was only slightly devastated when he didn’t get another message, but it probably was getting late for Evan to be awake. He put some headphones in and turned the volume all the way up as normal, and tried to sleep.
In the morning he checked his phone, but no new messages. Reluctantly he got out of bed for another day of high school hell, and made his way downstairs for breakfast. By the time Zoe finally made it to the kitchen, Connor had finished the milk and Zoe was not voicing this quietly.
Zoe drove them to school, turning on Noah Gunderson’s cover of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” as Connor kept his eyes trained out the window. When they finally made it to the school parking lot, Zoe was out of there and with her friends before Connor even shut his door.
He walked through the doors feeling all eyes on him, even more so than usual. Fuck, he forgot he punched Kleinman in the face. Today was going to be spectacular.
He made it to his locker without anything other than whispers following him, and he grabbed his books. Connor kept his face hidden and only turned around when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He spun on his heel. Thank god, it was just Evan.
Sorry about being so weird when I was texting you, I don’t really text a lot.
Yeah, me neither.
Connor shut his locker and somehow they ended up walking down the halls to their next classes together, earning even more stares from their peers. They passed Zoe’s group of friends, and Connor averted his eyes quickly when he realised that included Alana Beck, the sole witness of the punching-Kleinmen-in-the-face incident.
Evan and Connor hadn’t had much of a conversation before they parted ways, but it was enough. They knew they’d see each other later, and that maybe they actually did had a friend. Connor found this thought very fucking weird.
In second period chemistry, Connor sat across from a not-so-friendly Jared who gave him a death glare from behind a nice, purple bruise. If it weren’t for him bolting out of their as fast as he could when the bell rang, he was sure there would have been some sort of confrontation in front of the whole class, which he definitely did not need right now.
By lunchtime, he was ready to ditch his last two class and head home, but what if Evan was waiting for him? So he stayed, and made his way to the computer lab.
Evan was already sitting down by the time he got there, this time reading Order of the Phoenix. Connor sat across from him, Evan smiled, and they made no effort to fill the room wit pointless signing. They were content to just sit, thankful it wasn’t by themselves.