Evan Hansen's Clone (Unfinished)

Part 2: Flow

The next morning, both Evan Hansens woke up at the exact same time: 9:24 AM, with one Evan's arms still comfortably wrapped around the other's. Both minds were racing with various concerns about how they should act today. The racing was tempered when one spoke. "So...sh... should we get up now?" he asked. "I guess so..." After a short pause, both Evans rose to the opposite sides of the bed, and headed for the bathroom. An awkward squabble commenced over who got to use the toilet first. Afterwards, both Evans, still undressed, headed to the kitchen.

There were no words spoken during the preparing of the cereal. Neither Evan knew what to say. Once they finally had their bowl halfway full with milk and Special K, one Evan hesitantly started the conversation. 

"So... what should we do today." "Well we can't go out into public like this, it would freak people out." "You're right... and there's nothing to do in here but sulk and watch movies..." This last statement was said half-sarcastically, but there was no giggling afterwards. "How about we just hang out in the woods in the backyard... it's quiet and peaceful back there..." "S... sure. Sounds fun." This conversation was less than pleasant for either Evan. They thought that after their connection last night their anxiety around each other would fade. Unfortunately, it only made things more tense today.

To prepare for their trek, the Evans brushed, washed up, and put on their clothes. The simple, shy boy Evan was, he had at least two of each of his articles of clothing. Both Evans, unknowing to each other, but on the same clothes: a green and white striped shirt, blue jeans, and a purplish-gray hoodie. 

"Great minds think alike.. ha ha" one Evan whispered, which made the other snicker. The Evans exited their back door and stealthily entered the wood. Following a flowing creek, the Evans jumped from rock to coast to rock like young boys, experiencing something they used to do alone, together for the first time. One Evan pointed "Look! It's a betula populifolia....!" "A grey oak" the other responded "you can tell because of the chalky bark and black triangular patches, and its unwillingness to exfoliate..." "Oh yeah... sorry... I forgot we know all the same things... kinda makes conversation hard ha ha..." Birds chirping filled the air while neither boy spoke, continuing down the stream. 

As the ventured farther, the Evans called out to the other whenever they something that interested them, usually a tree. "I love trees" one Evan randomly spoke "they're beautiful, sturdy, reliable, and life grows all around them in perfect harmony." "Yeah..." the other responded in awe, taking in the presence of nature "trees are the one thing in my life that remain stable..." Looking down at their reflections in the water, the Evans silently continued on.

There was very little conversation until the Evans stopped at a small field with a singular, ginormous tree in the center. "My favorite spot" both Evans exclaimed in unison. They quickly looked at each other with unsurprising surprise, but also with a little annoyance. Both Evans thought simultaneously "but this is my spot... I get that its me but... I never had to share this before... hmmmm... maybe this will be good for me though... getting me out of my comfort zone..." 

After their mental dilemma, the two Evans walked up to the tree and put their respective backs to it. Shoulder to shoulder, the Evans rested. All they could hear was the wild. This cleared their mind of all mumbles, but unintentionally allowed something else to enter.

"Hey... so... do you enjoy being around me... uh you... me" one Evan said, flustered. "I... I mean I guess... sorry... its hard... and I know you think the same way as me... so anything I say you probably think too... so whatever your opinion is is probably mine too" He was right. The other Evan was also split on their friendship. Of course, it was finally nice to have somebody to talk to, but nothing they said seemed to mattered.

"The way we sleep, the way we dress, our interests and knowledge... it's all the same... so what's the point..." Both Evans put their heads down so they couldn't see each other. They slammed their hands down at the same time as well, which caused their fingers to overlap. Both pulling away at the same time, one Evan nervously began to speak. "That also means we know each others secrets..." Both Evans went red. "M... maybe we could talk about them... clear our minds..." 

The other Evan's head shot up, full of shock but also agreement. "S...sorry! F...forget i aske..." "N... no I think it's a good idea..." The Evans looked into their double's eyes. "You're thinking what I'm thinking... and I know you are." This caused a slight chuckle in both throats.

"Our sexuality."

This ceased the giggling and brought on discomfort in both Evans. "Mhm... we've never shared our bi..." he swallowed "bisexuality with anyone..." "Yeah... I know there's nothing to be ashamed of... but it's so hard... especially when you talk to no one in the first place..." "And then there's Zoe..." Both Evans knew they wanted this sentence to end with that singular name. They pined after Zoe all throughout High School, but it was never meant to be. 

"If I... we can't.... can't find somebody that lov... uh cares for me... us now... will we ever?" "Of course there's mom... but that doesn't count... it's her duty to love us..." Both Evans started sobbing. "Sorry... I... I can't tell if this was a good or bad idea... to talk..." There was no response, as both Evans knew the answer. 

A momentary stillness full of sniffing was ended with an abrupt "I don't even know what a kiss feels like..." The big ears of both boys nervously perked up. Once again, they knew what each other was thinking. But there was no way to say it aloud, as what they were thinking was taboo. Disgusting. Curious. Alluring. The Evans turned their heads slowly towards each other, shaking at the same frequency. "Sh... sh...ould" Words could not exit their mouths. They knew what they wanted, and they knew how to get it. But should they? As the thought plagued their minds, they slowly moved closer to each other, mouths open, eyes closed. 

Finally, after seconds of strange bobbing, the two mouths intersected. At first, due to their lack of experience, the kiss was slobbery and uncomfortable, causing a few jerk backs and a few "S... sorrys." However, after a few attempts, they started to get the hang of it. Eventually, the thoughts that invaded their minds once again were exiled, and all they could focus on was each other. Hands grabbing each others heads was just one of the gestures that occurred during this make out session. As they decided to finish... they slowly pulled away from each other, made a nervous noise, and smiled. 

They sat their happily tranquil for about 30 seconds until in unison they exclaimed a, for the first time, a happy "Wow." In a cute, boyish voice, one Evan said, still smiling "Ha... I'm a pretty good kisser." "I couldn't agree more. Not we know what we like and don't like ha..." Both boys exclaimed in a voice louder than their normal talking voice, "Less. Tongue." They began to laugh louder than they ever had around each other before. No sorrys this time. Finally calm, the Evans kicked off their shoes and started to warmly cuddle at the base of their favorite tree. "I lov... like this..." both thought to themselves.

With all the confusion and stress for the moment exiled from their heads, the Evans thought back to their query over whether or not this was a good idea. Immediately, both computed the answer:

"Yes."