Dandelions || Dear Evan Hansen

🌼 Two 🌼

Evan didn't return to his first class. He didn't go to second, either. He debated whether to go to third, and eventually decided not to go. Agony mixed with sadness wasn't a good mindset to go to class in, he told himself.

Jared was, of course, a small bit worried. He pushed it aside, though. He couldn't be worrying about Evan all the time. The boy was unpredictable sometimes, and he guessed that this was one of those times. He didn't know that Evan was sitting on a bathroom floor, feeling empty and worthless. Though, without caring, how could he? Plus, like no one, and I mean no one, went into that bathroom. It was at the back of the school, in a semi-dark hallway. Everyone thought the stoners went there to smoke and socialize. Truth was, most of the stoners didn't even smoke on school campus. No one knew that, though.

Evan's tears had caused him to get very sleepy. His eyes fluttered shut, and he fell asleep against the tile wall.

Teachers and most of the rest of the faculty were going crazy looking for Evan. Jared knew where he'd be, but getting Evan in possible trouble seemed more wrong than comforting him. So, Jared stayed quiet for quite some time. Eventually, he couldn't keep it much inside him where Evan was.

Jared rose his hand rapidly, blurting out, "I know where Evan Hansen is." Some laughs followed that. You could hear some murmurs of "Gay!" or "What a stalker." Jared did his best to ignore them. His teacher's eyes widened, speechless. She pantomimed to Jared, telling him to follow her. He, of course, did, and he was lead to the office.

"He knows where Evan is." Is all the teacher said. Jared thought everyone was making a huge deal of the whole thing, with someone as unimportant as Evan. Sure, Evan was a human, but he wasn't of much importance to Jared, or so he thought. The teachers asked Jared to show them, as they were certain that they had checked every crevice in the school. So, he did, and when he walked into the bathroom he knew Evan was in, he found the boy sound asleep. The teachers panicking woke him up and Jared let out a giant "SHH!" Evan still woke.

"What's-Jared...?" Evan blinked his eyes open, confused.

"Evan Hansen, you're coming to the office," One of the faculty members said.

"Hey, wait! He's not getting in trouble, is he?" Jared asked, believing that if he did get in trouble, it wasn't fair.

"He skipped class, Mr. Kleinman."

"He has social anxiety! Something had to bother him! He wouldn't have skipped if he hadn't been mentally unstable at the time!" Jared argued. He was genuinely angry at the teacher's philosophy.

"We'll check with his teachers that this is true." Is all one teacher said. Jared just sighed to himself, believing that everything that had just happened was wrong. But who, other than the teachers, wouldn't?

Later on, it was proved by his teachers that he did have social anxiety, and they still tried giving Evan some sort of punishment. Evan hadn't even talked since he was found, not even to Jared. Jared was and wasn't surprised, as most of the time he was torn between being Evan's friend and totally dissing him.

The unsurprised part of him kept trying to talk to Evan, but not one single reply was given. Jared didn't know why, but he did notice Evan wincing. He'd asked about to bloom, no answer. Eventually, he stopped, getting up and announcing he would go back to class. Evan looked at Jared longingly as he exited the office, leaving him alone with the teachers. They had asked questions, and he answered. What he noticed now, though, that was not normal, let me tell you, was that his throat was in immense pain. Evan got sore throats every once in a while because of colds, but he was certain he didn't have a cold. Plus, he hardly talked, and when he did, he didn't talk enough for a sore throat. And this wasn't like any sore throat he'd ever had. His throat felt sort of dry, almost like something sucked all of the mucus and saliva out of it. Still, he tried to ignore the fact just like he did with his blooms. 

The rest of the day went slowly, as Evan had to stay in the office for the day. Heidi had been called, and she felt incredibly guilty for just trying to help her son. She had promised herself she wouldn't put Evan on the spot again. If she wanted to help her son, she would have to take time. 

Evan couldn't be picked up by his mom, so he had to walk home. He walked alone, a sigh escaping his mouth every once in a while. When he got to his house, he stood in front of his front door for a second. He then opened the door with the key he had, walking into the dark house. 

Another day of eating ordered food and staying up till late, not because his mom let him, but because his mom didn't know. His mom didn't know how late he stayed up, he always told her he went to sleep at about 10 or so. She never checked because she trusted him. A constant cycle between lying son and a mother that gives in. 

It didn't help that he had no friends either. he was constantly spending all his time alone. Alone with thoughts he didn't want to think, with suppressed memories he thought he'd forget. 

And this is how his nights went. Every. Single. One. 

Except, this time, it was different.