"Sincerely Me" but Connor is alive and he, Jared, and Evan are making up fake emails about their friendship to convince his parents to not send him to therapy after a suicide attempt? If you want to (Maybe Tree Bros??)
“Fuck you Kleinman!” Connor snapped as he ripped his laptop away from the boy in glassed. “Who the fuck invited you anyways! Did you invite him?” Connor turned his attention towards Evan.
Evan immediately turned into a stuttering mess. “I-I’m sorry I-I just he-he’s good with computers and I thought he’d be helpful please don’t be angry!” Evan managed to choke out.
Connor shot a glare towards them both. “You got me into this fucking mess Hansen, so you better keep you asshole under control.” Connor muttered. He did not fucking rub his nipples and moan with delight for Evan Hansen of all people.
“Okay ‘I like my parents’” Evan started.
“Who the fuck says that.” Connor and Jared said at the same time. Both boys shot each other a glare.
“Okay ‘I love my parents but each days another fight’” Evan said. “’If I stop smoking drugs than everything might be alright’”
“Smoking drugs?” Jared cackled. He grabbed the laptop and smirked at Connor. “’If I stop smoking crack’”
“Fuck you Kleinman! I smoke pot dickwad.” Connor managed to kick the boy.
“Jesus your parents are going to think your gay for Evan.” Jared shook his head as he read over the letters.
“I could fucking care less what my parents or dumbass sister think about my sexuality as long as I don’t get sent to fucking therapy they can assume I like dick.” Connor snapped.
Evan blushed when Connor said this. Connor was an attractive guy but it’s not like Evan would ever admit that.
“Sincerely me.” Jared sighed. “Are we done yet?”
“No Kleinman we have a lot of fake fucking letters to write got it.” Connor glared.
Jared just shrugged. “Whatever.”
“Dear Evan Hansen, thank for every note you send.” Connor said.
“Dear Connor Murphy, I’m just glad to be your friend.” Evan replied.