First of all, sorry again for the wait. I was doing good and then I just had a week where I just, couldn't write, no matter how much I wanted to. Thankfully, its finally going away, so I finished this up.

Also I finally figured out Cynthia and Larry's magic. Larry can see probabilities whenever he thinks about what might happen in the future. Like if he was thinking about him passing a test, his magic would show him his chances of passing said test (its only 30% for the good parenting test XD). Cynthia's magic lets her view herself from an outsider perspective, or make others view themselves from the outside. She doesn't use it very often though (mostly because of Larry).

If I took a shot for every time I projected some little habit of mine onto the characters, I'm pretty sure it would be enough to kill me twice. Seriously, I just realized it as I was writing Connor's portion, but almost every character has one of my ticks put onto them, or has habits I've seen in my family members. Its weird but it works? I'm not really sure how to feel about it.

"How was your day?" His mother greets him with some bright, but half-fake smile. Connor doesn't have time for this shit. So, he just gives his mother a scowl before sinking into the nearest shadow.

He reemerges in his room to drop his bag with a sigh, he realizes that for the first time in a while, he would have been able to say his day wasn't complete shit. That's new. And as he glances to the flowers on his end table, still as bright and colorful as they were the night they had been given to him, he thinks he knows the reason why.

Holy fuck, he still has a friend. Wow, that sounds sad when he thinks about it.

What now though? Staring up at his ceiling, his mind has gone blank. He could text Evan, but that isn't something he feels like doing right now. He's already reached his limit on socialization for the day. Who knew how hard conversations were when you weren't trying to piss the other person off?

He could draw something. The thought comes unexpectedly, and Connor is surprised to find that he actually supports the idea. He doesn't even remember how long it's been since he last had the motivation to really draw. He newest sketchbook is mostly a collection of half-assed doodles in favor of any real art.

When he pulls his sketchbook out of his bag though, he's left wondering just what he should draw. Original drawings aren't really his thing, he tends to enjoy drawing scenes taken from real life far more. The first drawing he had ever been proud of was one of a dying crane. It's funny almost, because he had drawn that on the same day that Zoe had- Connor ends that thought. It's funny, in a bitter and ironic sense, but it's not funny enough for him to want to relive it.

He sets his sketchpad on his desk, hunting desperately for something to draw and take his mind off things. Once again, his eyes land on the bouquet, and he figures, why not?

So, with a quick rearrangement, the flowers sit on his desk, right where he can reference it easily. He doesn't register the time that passes, focusing solely on the scrape of pencil against paper, on how his picture blossoms from a few wobbly lines into a complex and fully shaded piece. He takes the liberty of adjusting the light source for a more aesthetically pleasing format, but Connor doesn't think it ruins the resemblance as much as some of his other artistic preferences could have.

When he finishes, he idly flips through his crappy doodles from before. A collection of imaginary beasts, all with their teeth bared and their eyes wide or crazed. Dark, shadow filled landscapes, bent and twisted. Original drawings may not be his favorite, but they are the best way of releasing some of his frustrations, at least, when detention doesn't sound like fun. As if they could keep him in detention anyways.

"Hey asshole! Dinner's ready." Zoe shouts, starting Connor out of his thoughts.

"Whatever, dipshit." He growls to himself, but he would like to think it had slightly less hostility than it usually did.

"Connor!" Then Larry's order rings in his ears, and whatever dreams Connor has about being even just a bit nicer go flying out the window and into the trash can. Slamming his sketchbook down hard enough to shake his desk, he sinks into the shadows. At least Connor gets a small chuckle out of Zoe's "Jesus Christ!" when he tugs on her ankle before popping up beside her chair.

"It's nice of you to join us for once." Larry snaps, his smile thin and tight lipped.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, I just don't have any weed." Connor shoots back, because even if it's a lie- he has plenty stashed away where his family won't find it- pissing Larry off is a sport at this point.

"You-"

"Now everyone, let's just eat dinner, alright?" His mother saves Connor from another argument with Larry, to both Connor's relief and disappointment. Surprisingly though, Larry grumbles his consent, jabbing a fork into the food that sits on his plate.

When Connor looks down at his plate though, a wave of regret washes over him, and he wonders if he could get away with shoving his food into the shadows. His mother is on some vegan kick again, a fact that Connor had the mercy to forget until now. Is something that green and brown even edible? From the disgusted look on Zoe's face, Connor can guess that she's asking herself the same question.

In a rare moment of sibling solidarity, as soon as both his parents aren't looking, he mocks a gagging motion, and feels kind of proud of himself when Zoe smiles at it.

The moment vanishes without a trace when his mother speaks up, breaking the tentative, but peaceful silence. "How was your guys' day at school?"

"Fine." Zoe mutters, and Connor only shrugs. It isn't enough to satisfy Larry though; it never is.

"And you didn't get into trouble? Not even with your magic?" Larry spits out, and already Connor's annoyance is rising.

"Shocker, right?" Connor snorts, shoveling what he hopes is lasagna over to the edge of his plate.

"It wouldn't be if you didn't waste your potential with this constant rebellious and attention seeking behavior." Larry points his fork accusingly at Connor.

"I wish I didn't have your fucking attention."

"Connor, language." His mother reprimands him softly.

"Why do you bother telling him off? He never listens anyways." Larry huffs, his fork digging into his pseudo-food. Even Zoe gives a mutter of agreement, the traitor.

"Maybe I would if you ever bothered to say anything besides the same shit." Connor outright stabs his food, his fork scrapping the bottom of his plate.

"We wouldn't have to repeat ourselves if you just listened." Larry snaps, and Connor's patience snaps back, like a thin and brittle wire, sparking with anger.

"What about listening to me, huh? But what are the odds of that?" Connor stands, his hands slamming against the table.

"Connor that isn't the issue here-" Larry tries to get another point in, but Connor is done, snarling before Larry can finish.

"So what fucking is it? The fact that you can't see that my head is just messed up? That I'm not the perfect little Larry Jr? Get your head out of your ass for once."

"That is it." Larry draws himself up to tower over Connor. "I am done dealing with your behavior tonight. I don't want to see you out of your room until tomorrow morning."

Connor doesn't even bother to answer, collecting his plate and dumping it by the sink before making a show of stomping his way up to his room. Once he gets there though, he just runs a hand through his hair, heaving out a sigh.

He needs something to clear his head after that. So, with a little shuffling around, he pulls up the square of carpeting in his closet where he hides most of his things. He had cut the carpet when he was younger, and for some reason, Larry hadn't found it yet. Not like Connor is going to complain. He wishes he could just put stuff into the shadows, but he had long learned that he can't keep track of anything he puts down there unless he's holding onto it.

Once he finally has a joint ready, he opens his window to climb out onto the roof. Once he's situated among the tiles, he takes the liberty of lighting his joint and taking a big drag. He likes to stay closer to home whenever he got high. It's stupid but true. If he ever got desperate though, location would be thrown out in favor of calming his mind. Because as of now, weed is the best therapy he has.

He stays on the roof until his mind is a warm kind of fuzzy, ignoring whatever sounds came from inside the house. If his mother and Larry are arguing again, it won't surprise him. But god, that must suck for Zoe. The sunset is nice though, his bleary thoughts decide.

He thinks his ability to navigate the roof and get back into his room is testament to the normality of this routine. Get high, stay outside until everyone else is holed up in their rooms for the night, then try and sleep it off.

It could be worse, but it could be better too.

At least Evan sometimes gets a warning before Jared decides to surprise him. Today, luck seems to be on his side when he feels his hair start to stand on end, and he thanks whatever has Jared's magic riled up.

"Acorn!" Evan still flinches when Jared slings an arm around his shoulders, thorny vines creeping out from his fingertips. They're in the hallways, and all Evan wants to do is go to fourth period.

"Could you- um, please just not." Evan stutters out, and Jared frowns.

"What? Be amazingly cool?" And now Jared is smirking again, and Evan isn't even going to touch on the fact that no one, not even him could ever say they are 'amazingly cool' and actually mean it. Evan would rather not get dragged into another pointless debate with Jared, seeing as Jared is stubborn enough to keep arguing even when he's already been proven very, very wrong.

"Uh- no. Could you n-not call me a-acorn?" Evan whispers the nickname out, praying that no one walking past them right now is in his next class.

"C'mon man, it just fits you so well." Jared looks like he's pouting now but Evan can't pay much mind to it when his cast has suddenly started to constrict his arm. He scratches at it as nonchalantly as he can- which isn't that nonchalant, it's him after all, but it's better than facing the memories and the emotions. "What else falls out of a tree besides for acorns?"

"A-actually-" Evan goes to rebuke Jared's claim, because leaves and fruit and branches and twigs all fell from trees, but before he can get past the first word, Jared is walking away.

"See ya'. I gotta go say hi to my friends." Right, friends that don't include Evan. Because him and Evan are just family friends.

With a sigh, Evan makes his way to his fourth period, Environmental Science. Generally, it's his favorite class for the day, given the subject of the class. Evan knows hordes of trivial facts about any type of tree and flower imaginable, but everyday Mrs. Raben seems to have some new tidbit of information for him to pocket away. It makes the class far more interesting, as well as enjoyable.

The only drawback? Mrs. Raben adores his magic, and regardless of how much Evan despises it, Mrs. Raben loves to point out the species of plants that are inevitably growing on his arms or in his hair.

As is his situation now, and Evan is rapidly switching between his desire to simply bury himself in a hole somewhere, and to just vanish into thin air where he sits. He gets what Mrs. Raben is trying to do, really, he just wishes she could see how this isn't helping him at all. Already the kids in the back are sniggering, but its unavoidable. No matter how many times Evan has tried to ask her not to, Mrs. Raben either forgets or doesn't even attempt to keep her promise. By this point, Evan has given up hope on the issue.

She means well though, and Evan struggles to keep that in his mind while his face burns. The torture doesn't last long though, and soon Evan is left to sink into obscurity in his classmates' eyes.

As the bell rings, Evan slips out, grimacing as a girl's binder jabs into his side. The hallways are crowded, and Evan squeezes as close to the wall as he can. He's just about to reach his and Jared's usual spot when a figure cuts in front of him.

"Evan! I've been looking for you." Alana gives him a smile, and Evan picks at his shirt, his mind flashing back to the library and how he had left the two of them in there.

"Um, h-hi-"

"You know Connor, right?" Alana askes before Evan can respond, and his fingers clench tighter around his shirt.

"W-who?" The surprise is evident in his voice, but Evan is sure Alana could notice it either way.

"Zoe's older brother, he goes here. He's in my AP English class. We had a group project assigned, mandatory to work in groups, Mr. Reyes assured me. Although he does favor Connor quite a bit, thinks there's an artist in him. Which is true, in a sense. Connor's poetry has been very well written whenever he participates; his subjects can be rather… tasteless though."

As Alana continues, launching into a definition of what subjects were tasteful and somehow into college essays, something that Evan doesn't even want to think about until he has to, he can't get a word in edgewise.

"Oh, back to the point." Evan nearly sighs in relief when Alana stops her ramble, but then starts to wish she was still rambling when she goes back to staring at him with an intense glare in her eyes. "Connor and I have been partnered up for the project, but the last time I tried to talk to him about it… it didn't end well. Anyways," Alana shakes her head, as if she was shaking off the bad thoughts, and Evan has to wonder just how badly their conversation had gone. If anything, Evan can definitely sympathize with her. "I was wondering if you would be willing to talk to him about it. Given your response to his name, I'm guessing you'll have a much better reaction than I would."

"I-"

"Now, I know I should be able to find another partner, right? But everyone else in the class has already found their partners, and there's no switching around by now. I don't think anyone would want to work with either of us anyways, at least not willingly. This class is critically important for college, so if you wouldn't mind, could you talk to Connor for me? It would be a great help."

"H-how do you know that I- I know C-Connor again?" Evan can't help but ask, and watches with guilt as Alana falters, her hands clasping over each other.

"To be honest, I had my suspicions when you came across me and Zoe in the library, and then it was confirmed when I asked you about him." Alana raises a hand to tap her forehead, explaining, "I got some memories from your emotions when I said Connor's name. But I promise that I'm not trying to invade your privacy or anything, my magic is just one that can't be suppressed easily. I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable."

"N-no, it's fine. Y-you can't help your m-magic after all." Evan reassures her, feeling kind of proud of himself when she brightens. "I c-can try and t-talk to him."

"It would be much appreciated." Alana says before scurrying away with something about lunch tutoring or teacher meeting that Evan doesn't quite catch.

Evan makes it over to his usual lunch spot, and frowns when he finds it empty. Jared tends to leave sometime in the middle of lunch to go talk with his 'real friends' but he at least shows up most of the time. Then again, Jared has skipped lunch before, so Evan doesn't think too much of it. What he does think about is the various groups of people walking past or sitting across the courtyard. Evan is stuck eating his sandwich in slow, small, and calculated bites, shoving his head down to try and prevent people from seeing him.

"So, the jackass isn't with you today?" When Connor's voice suddenly resounds from beside him, Evan nearly chokes, just managing to keep his food inside his mouth.

"N-no, Jared's not- hi?" Evan sputters out covering his mouth with his hand as he swallows.

"Hi." Connor says with a small smirk, sitting down. Evan takes the risk of finishing the last bite of his sandwich, trying not to do anything weird or gross. "I'm leaving, you want in?"

"L-like skip, for the r-rest of the day?"

"Why not? I'm already fed up with this place." Connor snorts, and as much as his common sense is screaming at him that they're just going to get caught, Evan really, really agrees with Connor's sentiment.

Still, he does have to voice his worries, "B-but won't we just g-get c-caught?"

"Hansen." Connor stares at him, deadpan. "You really think they can see us?"

"R-right." Evan wants to smack himself for forgetting about Connor's magic, he must look like an idiot now. "J-just, w-won't they call our p-parents?"

"So?"

"My m-mom, she would be…" Evan trails off, thoughts of facing his disappointed, or even worse, angry mom crowding him.

"I don't care if you come or not, it's no big deal." Evan wants to laugh at that, because the notion of him actually believing that it's 'no big deal' about anything for once is as impossible as it is hilarious.

"W-wait! I-I'll come." Evan jumps to his feet, making Connor twitch.

"You sure?" Connor eyes him carefully, and Evan can just feel his hands getting sweaty.

"Yeah, I'm s-sure." And Evan is sure, because even though the thought of getting in trouble for this terrified him, getting away from the stress ridden environment that is school sounds amazing right now. Then his stomach sinks as he remembers what's scheduled for afterschool today. "B-but I have to be back when s-school ends, for th-therapy."

"Okay then. We'll get back here before that." Connor says, standing. Evan's eyes widen, gratitude washing over him when he realizes that Connor isn't going to comment on the fact that he goes to therapy. Connor just looks around grimacing at the students near them, and Evan is smiling like an idiot. "Come on, we're gonna have to go to the parking lot if we don't want to get caught."

Evan nods, silently wondering if he should walk beside or behind Connor. Both choices have their severe drawbacks, and Evan can't decide which is worse.

Connor ends up deciding for him, waiting patiently for Evan to catch up. Their walk is silent for the most part, save for when Connor snarls at some poor soul who bumped into him.

"Just reflex." He mutters after seeing Evan's wide eyes.

When they do reach the parking lot, Connor pauses by the shadow of some truck, and he turns to Evan. "You like trees, right?"

"A l-lot." Evan confirms. "I v-volunteered at the state p-park over the summer. I'm k-kind of a tree expert- plant's too, because of my magic, and because plants are c-cool. Sorry, I know it's l-lame."

"Eh, only partly." Connor shrugs. "There are worse things to be into. Unless it's your k-"

"No!"

"That's sounds like what someone with a tree kink would say." Connor teases, and somehow Evan's face gets even redder than it had been before. By now Evan is trying and failing to respond while Connor chuckles.

Finally, Evan thinks of something that should stop any future teasing. "D-don't Connor, I get enough of t-that from Jared."

To Evan's relief Connor's face sours, and he glares at Evan accusingly. "You just had to go and ruin it, didn't you?"

Evan's first instinct is to apologize, but he swallows back the words when he notices that Connor is still smiling, without any real anger. Instead he gives a weak chuckle, one that Connor playfully rolls his eyes at.

"Ready?" Connor sticks his hand out, and Evan idly wonders how Connor can just do that, just offer something that should be awkward as easily as if he had been asking for Evan's notes. Still, Evan takes it, surprising even himself with his lack of fear or hesitation. Connor had mentioned something about people not liking his magic, which still doesn't make sense to Evan. This feeling, as he slides down into Connor's shadow world, isn't one that he would label as creepy, or even unsettling now that he's more accustomed to it.

"Where are w-we going?" Evan asks, and Connor facepalms.

"Oh my god I'm a fucking idiot." Connor sighs, dragging his hand down his face. "If you don't mind, I know a place with a lot of trees. No one should be there anyways."

"That sounds nice." Much better than the state park at least.

"Good." Connor mutters, already reaching up to pull the two of them up to the surface.

Once Evan can get a good look around, he can feel his smile reaching the corners of his eyes. Caught up in his excitement, he drags Connor over to a nearby tree, touching its bark with a smile.

"This is a dogwood! It p-probably shouldn't be here, but they put it in a good place. Dogwood trees don't like having full s-sunlight, so the taller trees around it help to shade it during the afternoon. This one is close to blooming too. The blossoms come in a variety of colors. I don't think I can see them yet though, so it's a mystery." Evan catches himself before he gets any more embarrassing, his face burning. Thankfully, Connor doesn't even look upset.

"You can keep going, if you want." Connor shrugs, and Evan almost thinks he looks embarrassed- maybe nervous? "It doesn't bother me."

"Are you s-sure?" Evan tugs at his shirt, flattening down the flowers before they can grow.

"No." Connor deadpans back, and Evan falters. He knows that Connor probably meant that as a joke, but what if he hadn't? Jared almost always means it, and if Connor really doesn't like it then Evan has just made himself look like an even bigger idiot.

"Hansen? Hansen?" Connor's voice brings Evan back from his thoughts. "You alive?"

"U-unfortunately." Evan cracks a half smile, trying to shove back the thoughts that stung like bile.

"Same- but seriously, just do what you want. It doesn't matter to me."

"Um, o-ok." Evan goes back to reciting the plethora of facts he has on the dogwood in front of him. After the dogwood, he spots a birch tree with ivy wrapping around its trunk, and takes the time to dissect both of those as well. He sends glances back at Connor, ensuring that Connor isn't getting bored or something like that.

Evan doesn't know how much time passes as they walk from tree to tree, Evan talking up a storm. Usually, Evan would either be on his own or in the middle of a panic attack by this point, but Connor just has an aura around him. To Evan, it's like Connor just doesn't care, about what he does, or what anyone else does. It's relaxing almost, feeling that there aren't any expectations. Evan doesn't have to try and push through the stutter, he doesn't have to shut himself up before he rambles on for too long, because that doesn't matter to Connor.

It's nice. This is nice. There's no other way Evan can put it.

Eventually though, Evan runs out of trees, and he doesn't have a clue where they've ended up. When he voices his concerns to Connor though, the boy just smirks.

"Don't worry, I know this place like the back of my hand. The exit it just over there, but not like we'll need it." Connor points behind him, but Evan is more concerned with the fact that somehow, he has forgotten about Connor's magic again. Could he get any dumber?

"W-what time is it?" Evan asks, plucking one of the many germanium buds blossoming in his hair.

After checking his phone, Connor mutters, "We have two hours until school ends."

"T-that's good. Um- is there anything you wanted to do? I-I've kinda been t-talking for a while, so your probably tired of listening to me. I wouldn't mind doing something else, as long as you're okay with it. I'm not trying to say we have to do something else- we can, but- we don't, you know, have to." Evan picks at his cast, repressing the flowers that try to erupt in even greater numbers across his scalp.

"Can we just- lay down for a while. I'm fucking exhausted." As if to prove his point, Connor yawns, stretching his back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk for so long- thinking about it now, that must have been really annoying to listen to for that long. Now you're tired- sorry- and I'm kind of tired too so it works out."

"Good." Connor says, before promptly flopping down to the ground, his arms spread out wide in the grass. "But did you know you apologize too much?"

"Sor- yeah." Evan says, laying down in the grass himself. The stalks reach up in greeting, tickling against his skin welcomingly. "Y-you've said that before."

Connor hums, and when Evan turns his head, he's surprised to find Connor staring intently at the grass stalks, which were still enjoying the movement that Evan's presence granted them.

"How… how do you do that?" Connor asks, and Evan almost has to lean in closer to catch it. "Have your magic out all the time? Don't you get tired?"

"T-the doctors said that I have l-larger magic reserves than most people. But it m-makes my m-magic stronger than most people's. Uh, it's like my magic runs a-all the time, but it only does because I have e-extra reserves." Evan pokes at the grass as he speaks, keeping his eyes away from Connor. "If I use t-too much power at o-once it's a p-problem."

"Have you ever done that?"

Evan winces, something that doesn't go unnoticed.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Evan almost takes the out Connor gave him, but then he remembers what he had said to Connor yesterday. He doesn't want to go against the agreement that he made, and besides, this is Connor. Connor gets it, more than his mom or Dr. Sherman ever would. "N-no, I- I want- I want to talk about it."

Evan swallows, trying to get his mind to slow down and turn his thoughts into coherent words. "I only o-overused it once, when I b-broke my arm. I was- I was just sitting there on the ground thinking, 'Someone's coming for me. Any minute now they'll find me.'"

Evan shakes his head to Connor's unasked question. "It's funny- really- because no one did. I was just lying there, waiting for someone who was never going to come. Once my arm got b-bad enough my magic acted on its own." Evan smiles, the only pleasant memory he has from the whole affair replaying itself in his mind. "The trees, they were all reaching out for me- it was amazing to see- the grass and other plants did too. I don't think my arms had ever been more covered in vines. It's what saved me- my magic- it apparently spread across half the state park. It lead the other r-rangers to me. Mom said if I had been there for much longer, the s-shock and blood loss would have…"

"Holy fuck." Connor whispers.

"Y-yeah, they had to keep me in intensive c-care for a few days to make sure my magic didn't start eating at my body." Evan gives a weak chuckle at that, one that Connor only narrows his eyes to.

"Not just that, your magic managed to cover half the fucking park?"

"Sh-shocker, right?"

Connor goes quiet, looking back up at the trees above them. Right before Evan can say anything, Connor blurts out.

"I used to come here with my family when we were kids. Me and Zoe would run around and play tag and all of that crap."

"That's n-nice." Evan offers, but he knows it falls flat from the way Connor's face tightens.

"Until my fucking magic shows up with my issues and everything fell apart."

"Oh."

"Whatever. I didn't mean to dump all my baggage. Let's just relax." Connor closes his eyes, resting his hands on his stomach.

"I-it's okay- to talk about it, I mean. I don't mind." Evan says softly, and although Connor doesn't open his eyes, he mutters a quiet "Thanks" that has Evan smiling again.

Evan can't sleep, but he's perfectly content to fiddle with the plants while sneaking glances at Connor from time to time to ensure that he was sleeping. He finally remembers to send his mom a message on why he had left school- because he hadn't been feeling well- and reassures her that he can still make his therapy appointment. He's going to have to take the bus because it's too far to walk, and the chances of him asking Connor to take him are nearing zero.

Connor is still sleeping as the time that school ends approaches. Evan is loath to wake him, because Connor looks at peace, but Evan can't miss this appointment. He makes a compromise by letting the grass around Connor reach up and poke him until he blearily opens his eyes.

"The fuck?" Connor growls at the grass, and Evan makes the stalks back away from him.

"Sor- um, hello?" Evan gives a nervous smile, and Connor relaxes.

"Hi. Time to go?" Connor stretches, sighing softly.

"A-almost."

Connor stands, and Evan follows soon after, making sure he didn't leave his backpack behind.

When Evan looks at Connor again, Connor is grinning from ear to ear. And Evan knows it's rude, but a part of him wants to ask if anything is wrong. Not that Connor smiling is wrong, but it's just kind of rare, which is sad, because Connor actually has a nice smile.

"I feel fucking great. Holy shit that was a good nap." Connor whispers, smiling all the while. He glances at Evan though, and pauses, as if he's suddenly realizing the lighthearted bounce in his step.

"You s-seem happy." Evan supplies, and the sudden tenseness in Connor's form disappears.

Connor shrugs, but then his eyes light up, and he continues. "Hey, there's and ice cream place right next to here. You want to get some before we go back?"

"I-if you want to." Evan says, his hand tightening around the strap of his backpack. Honestly, ice cream sounds delicious, but he's not going to say that.

"Good, because I'm starving." Connor says, speed walking towards what Evan assumes is the exit.

Before Evan can follow though, a nearby tree stops him. It's near death, it's branches thin and brittle. Evan can't help but supply it with magic, smiling as new life trickled through it. Soon, the branches all have new leaves sprouting from them, and the bark was almost shining with energy.

"Evan! You coming?" Connor calls, and Evan turns, then promptly freezes.

Connor is a good distance away, but Evan can still see the smile on his face. His brain has seemingly stopped working though, because with the wind blowing Connor's hair back and the frame of a forest surrounding him, all Evan can think that Connor looks really, really pretty.

And Evan really, really doesn't like the next thought that pops into his head.

Oh fuck.

He is so fucked.

Germanium: Stupidity

And we finally have the realization :D

Connor saying Evan instead of Hansen at the end is 100% intentional

A bit on Alana. I have a whole character arc for her planned out, one that I know I won't be able to fully touch on in this. And honestly, I really, really want to write it. So that will be appearing as a oneshot after I finish this. I also think I want to do a oneshot about the Cynthia, Larry, and Heidi, but that's more up in the air.