WELCOME TO MY NEW BOOK! SO SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! Please be aware that in this book our reader will have anxiety and if you cannot relate I am terribly sorry. I do hope you enjoy, All we see is sky for forever

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Y/n walked home from school, Dear Evan Hansen playing softly in their ears. The world passed by the farther they walked, shaky hands in pockets, sweat.. were the people crowding more than usual? Was..the air thicker? They gasped quickly, recognizing the panic attack, swiftly disappearing into their one bedroom apartment. Sliding down, trying so desperately to make this feeling go away. Trembling softly as the slow sludge of worry covered the sharp snap of panic. Small tremors covered their body as they recovered from this attack, a rather small but ground shattering one. The smell of macaroni wafted up in the small, crappy apartment they had rented with the help of the meager friends they had managed to collect. A sudden bang made Y/n jump and inevitably, screech. It was only their roommate, Sal, but nonetheless it scared them sh!tless. 

"Oh crap! Y/n I'm so sorry!" She spoke and looked at them in worry. Frankly Y/n had gotten tired of the mere word. Sal unloaded the groceries, taking out a post Malone CD, waving it in the air. 

"Lookie Lookie Sal's got a.. well not a cookie.." Sal struggled to rhyme the next sentence. Making Y/n snigger softly, propping themselves up on the counter next to the macaroni. Picking at the strings coming out of their fading hoodie. 

"OH!" (Sal really had to stop out bursting, you'd think after three years she would know.) "Lookie Lookie, Sals got cookies" She snickered and waved around a box of cookies. Their favorite kind..she really did look out for them. They bit into one as their eyes wandered around the room, a faded out pansexual flag they had gotten Sal for her birthday. Posters torn at the edges, walls licked with grey depressed paint. A small sofa, A bonzi tree..the guy cooing over the bonzi tree

wait..what..

Their eyes immediately locked onto a boy who looked suspiciously like, no, looked exactly like Evan from..

"Dear Evan Hansen" They breathed softly, stunned. The boy looked up startled, a wash of panic hit the two like a wave. 

"Huh?" Sal's face was stuffed with cookie, crumbs on the floor and her yoga pants. She looked over and yelped. Arming herself with the Post Malone CD she stood infront of her friend. 

"Careful Y/n..lets just point him back in the direction of the cosplay group.." She threw the CD making the poor boy duck and whimper. 

"N-no its Evan.." They whispered.

"You've finally gotten a lover?" Sal asked 

"No!" Y/n squeaked "Its Evan from Dear Evan Hansen, the musical!" 

"Ah.." Sal's eyes suddenly lit up as she looked at his cowering form. 

"OH MY GOD HES SO ADORABLE IN PERSON! I COULD DIE"

Then several people filed into the living room from seemingly nowhere..

"I actually died"

"so angsty Connor let me hug you"

"GeT AwAy!" He screeched like a monkey as Y/n shakily comforted Evan whilst dealing with their own anxiety. 

"I want to touch his hair" Sal whispered longingly. 

"Very school shooter chic am I right?" A teen crunched down on a bathbomb. 

"Jared?" The Sal looked around, almost everybody was in that room with them. Now Sal prided herself on having good ideas so, with a mischievous gleam in her eye, she pulled Y/n up and a slow smirk pulled at her lips. 

"Seeming as you have no afternoon plans..I just thought of a perfect way to spend it. 

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