DEAR EVAN HANSEN "THE TRUTH" a Fanfiction

A1, S5

Heidi and Larry is in the Hospital, ready to leave.

Heidi: Thanks Larry.

Larry: For What?

Heidi: I mean - Look , you're paid at a minimum but still you were able to support me with all the things I need . From the roof that covers our head and umm a lot more things.

Larry: It's not a /problem

Heidi: /But I think you're working your ass off too much. You leave the house by 4am and arrive at 2am. You don't even have a time to sleep in this house .

Larry: Well if I don't work then what will I feed our family.

Heidi: How about tomorrow let's have a day off huh? Let's just stay at/home and

*Larry's phone rings*

Larry: / I need to take this call

Heidi : oh ok

-In Call-

Cynthia: Hi Honey where are you? I've been trying to call you for days I mean like what's up?

Larry: Can't you see I'm /busy

Cynthia: / By the way I deposited some cash and also we're having a son ahhhh I am very excited. (To Connor) What was that honey? Oh yes. Your son is saying that he misses you.

Larry: (whispers) Why now?

Cynthia: Oh so you're not happy with the baby?

Larry: Do I look like I would love to have another kid

Cynthia : Wait what? Let me guess, are you having a kid with Heidi?

Larry: And what if I say .......

Cynthia: You're definitely gonna be hated by your dad.

Larry: Oh come on Cynthia!

Heidi overheard the conversation
Heidi grabs the phone

Heidi: Hello Cynthia

*Cynthia drops the call*

Heidi: so you're using Cynthia for money huh?

Larry: Of course not why would I/ use her

Heidi: /I mean , you don't really need to do that just for money

Larry: Ok.

Heidi: We'll be alright ok? You don't need to go to her house and act as if you guys are still together.

Larry : *nods*

Lights shift to Mr. Murphy speaking to the school principal...

Mr. Murphy: Yes, yes. I know. Phew! *he aggravates* Mrs. Waltman, my son just got Heidi Hansen pregnant! He's sure rotting with that young woman in  a one bedroom flat in God- knows-  where!/

Mrs. Waltman: Mr. Murphy, we are trying to contact your wife in your son whereabouts. So pelase calm down./

Mr. Murphy: Calm down? Do you expect me to calm down? My son's a baseball star. And he's about to be playing for NYU. And now, he got a poor ragdoll pregnant? Shit! Fuck!

He slams the desk...

Lights out...