so-congrats-you-get-two!

anonymous asked:

Tree Bros + 35?

“is that my shirt?”

The school day was dragging and Connor needed a hit and his drug of choice, Evan’s smile. He walked up to Evan and tapped on his shoulder. Evan turned to him nervously, as soon as he saw who it was he beamed. Connor thought his heart might explode. Then he caught sight of something. 

“Evan?” Connor started slowly, “Is that my shirt?” 

Evan looked down at his shirt and immediately pulled his jacket over it nervously, “N-no, that’s ridiculous. It’s my shirt,” 

“Evan, you do not own a single piece of black clothing. It’s clearly mine.” Connor laughed as a bright red began to cover Evan’s cheeks. 

Evan looked at the ground and mumbled, “Well it’s mine now,” 

(This is too much for me! I know I wrote it, but the idea of Evan just kind of secretly stealing Connor’s shirts kills me. I also want one that’s reverse so congrats anon, you get two) 

Evan walked back into his room, running his hand through his hair. He was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Connor silently tucking one of Evan’s shirts away in his messenger bag. Evan coughed slightly and Connor looked up, face lined with guilt. 

“It’s not what it looks like,” Connor said quickly. 

“It looks like you’re taking my shirt. No clue why, I’m a size smaller than you. You can’t wear it,” Evan walked over to sit down next to Connor on his bed. Connor blushed and looked down at his lap. 

“It’s just, you’re going on that trip next week and I kind of,” He brought his hand up and rubbed the back of his neck, “I wanted something that smelled like you…I’m sorry that’s weird,” 

Evan smiled brightly at Connor and pulled him into a hug, kissing him on the cheek. “That’s the sweetest thing ever. I can’t believe that the Connor Murphy is really just a mushy sweet heart. Wait until I tell all my friends,” 

“Evan I am all your friends,”