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“Hey, do you um…need a ride?” Connor looked up at the nervous, messy haired boy with a cast on his arm. He took a long sip of his cherry slushee and realized he’d reached the bottom of the cup. He slurped up the last of the artificial syrup and sighed.
“You’re Evan Hansen aren’t you?” He said, evading the question. He’d seen him gawking at his sister during jazz band concerts.
“And you’re Connor Murphy,” he replied. “It’s late.”
Connor was sitting on the curb, shivering in his thin hoodie. In hindsight he probably should have gotten a hot chocolate but he liked the way the cherry stained his mouth.
“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he sneered.
Evan seemed to shrink from him. “So you don’t need a ride or…?”
“Can we just go for a drive Hansen? I’m still kinda high and my parents are pissed off enough as it is.”
“I…um, sure,” he said. Connor got up.
“Do you want a slushee? I’ll buy you one.”