Author's Note: Hey there! So, all characters belong to the creators of Dear Evan Hansen, and partially their personalities. (But I changed somethings, not many tho). And also some dialogue from the original musical/book. That's all! (YeS, i know i put the title as the chapter on accident. I'm really sorry)

'I should have predicted something would have gone wrong today. The first day of school, and Jared already screwed my life up. I had gotten distracted while he was talking, so I only looked up when Connor started saying something.

"...Am I not laughing hard enough for you?" Connor had said. And then Jared called him a freak.

And then I did the stupidest thing I could have done. My nerves took over...and I chuckled. And then he shoved me. Hard.

I didn't do anything about it, I just got up a few moments later. Everyone was staring at me. Then I quickly walked away to go quietly have a panic attack in the bathroom.

Well, even if I screamed no one would worry about me. Nope. I'm just the loser, Evan Hansen.

So now that you're all caught up, let's go back to the present.'

I sighed as I finished typing my letter. I mumbled to myself as erased the part of my letter that mentioned Connor. He wouldn't ever even notice I was alive, so why should I even write about him? I've had a quiet crush on him for a while...But I messed up every chance I had earlier.

I clicked the button to print out the paper, just as I heard someone walk up to me.

"How'd you break your arm?" Connor asked, motioning to my cast. I looked down, as if just noticing it was there.

"Oh! I uh...Fell from a tree." I mumbled. He started laughing.

"That is the saddest fucking thing I have ever heard." He said, and I forced myself to awkwardly laugh with him.

"Yeah." He looked at my cast again.

"No one's signed it." He said. I mumbled the words 'I know' as he already began to speak again.

"I'll sign it." He says, looking around.

"Oh, oh you don't have to." I say. This guy shoved me earlier, and now he wants to sign my cast?

"Do you have a sharpie?" He asked, not taking no for an answer. I quietly sighed in defeat, then pulled out the marker I had in my pocket. Then, to my dismay, he printed his name in all caps. He smiled and looked at his name, which covered half of my cast.

"Oh...thanks." I say, looking at my cast too. He then took something out of his pocket.

"Hey, is this yours? I found it on the printer. 'Dear Evan Hansen', that's your name right?" He asked. Panic flared through me, and my eyes widened.

"Yes, it's just for a project. Not very important, if you could just give it back-" He cut me off.

"Would anyone even notice if I disappeared tomorrow?" Connor said, looking back up at me. "I wish anything I said mattered to anyone?" He continued.

"Y-You don't need to read it out loud. We both know what it says." I say suddenly. He looks at me in confusion.

"You really think this?" He asks. I sigh and nod. "What were you going to do, kill yourself?"

"I don't think I have the guts for that." I say with a quiet laugh. "But...Yeah. Isn't it true? Name one person who would care if I just suddenly vanished."

Connor sighed and crumpled the letter up, then threw it in the trash. "Did you actually fall from a tree?" He asked after a few moments.

"I...Yeah! W-What...W-Why are you asking?" I said in a nervous voice. He narrowed his eyes, then grabbed my un-casted hand.

"I have an answer to your question." Connor said as we walked outside, him still holding my hand. "I would notice if you disappeared tomorrow."