Tree Bros, Boyf Riends and Kleisen One Shots

Tree Bros- Teddy Bear

Inspired by the Melanie Martinez song, Teddy Bear

Warnings: Connors a little insane, so uh yeah. Take that as you will

If you guys want a part two, tell me

When Evan Hansen first met Connor Murphy, he was teetering between the lines of sanity and insanity. He could barely hold onto himself, but Evan helped him stand back up.

They grew close over the next year, and Evan was as happy as he could be.

For the first time ever, he had someone around, someone who cared about him. Someone who he knew he could trust, someone who he loved.

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"Good morning!" Evan laughed as Connor scrunched up his nose. "It's morning, Connor, so uh, you have to go back home, because you said, you said last night that your mom-"

"But does it have to be morning?"

"Sorry, I don't, I can't control the sun. It's kind of, a, you know, sun." Evan smirked as Connor rolled his eyes, sitting up.

Connor rolled out of bed, clinging onto Evan when he sat up. "I don't want to leave you. Ever. You're like a soft teddy bear, so..."

Evan laughed, carefully taking himself out of the bear hug. He went over to one of 'Connors' drawers, taking a pair of pants out for Connor and one of his band shirts. He threw them to Connor, smirking jokingly as he watched Connor dress.

Connor glared, but when he put his pants on he walked over and fiercely kissed Evan.

When he pulled away, Evans face was bright red. "Hi." He mumbled.

"Hi." Connor said with laughter. "Oh shit, I have to go. Bye bugaboo!" Connor ran out of the room, grabbing his stuff.

Evan waited until he heard the door close to start to make his bed.

He began to tuck the sheets into the bed again, but as he was about to fix a corner, he cut his finger.

Evan pulled back, glancing at his blood coated finger. He quickly grabbed a bandaid, then went back to the bed. He looked down in Connors corner, and instantly jumped back.

A knife.

Connor had a fucking knife next to him.

At first, Evan thought that maybe Connor just always slept with a knife. Or, maybe Connor had been doing some arts and crafts, or...

Evan shook his head to himself. He took a deep breath, and moved the bed out more so he could look in Connors corner. He heard things fall to the floor, not a good sign.

Once he pulled the bed out, he dropped the floor. On Connors side there was a knife, a red marker, and...photos.

Evan looked at them, and drew a sharp breath.

All of them were of Evan doing things, not knowing he was having a photo taken of him. But not those cute, couple photos Evan had wished for.

They were times that Evan didn't even know Connor was close to him. There was a couple from Evans window, when he was asleep, a few were of him washing dishes, and even a few were of him leaving his house.

What scared Evan the most though, were the notes Connor left.

Leaves at a specific time everyday. Must be anxiety. Perfect time?

In his own headspace when doing chores. Didn't hear me when I threw rocks at the cat; good sign.

Heavy sleeper. This night I got to climb into the room and watch him sleep.

Evan threw the photos down in disgust. What kind of fucker- oh no.

Evan drew a sharp breath, slowly moving his eyes towards his bedroom window. There stood  Connor, in all his glory. He waved at Evan, an evilly wide grin on his face. He motioned to the widow, as if asking Evan to open it.

Evan shook his head. He backed out of the room, watching as Connors grin started forming a frown. Evan raced out of the room, running to grab the home phone. He quickly dialed his mom, but of course it went to voicemail.

"Evan? Why are you running?"

Evan gasped, backing up until he reached the kitchen counter. He grabbed a knife, holding it in front of him.

"Why, why, why do you have those, those photos?"

Connor just smiled sweetly, moving closer to Evan. The smiled made Evan weak, and he lowered his knife, still holding it tight. Connor grabbed Evans shoulders. "Why the fuck were you going through my stuff?" He asked in a harsh voice.

"Fuck. You." Evan growled. "You know what? Get, get out. Get out of my house. And give me, give me my keys." Evan held out his hand, putting on the angriest face he could.

Connor looked surprised, and backed up. He slowly dug through his pockets, getting the keys and tossing them to Evan. He turned around, and slowly walked out of the front door.

Evan followed, and slammed the door behind him, locking it.

He fell to the ground, shaking.

How did he turn from so comforting to so... violent?