(a/n: i'm planning on a total of three parts for this! thank you to the readers who commented and voted, as people loving my writing gives me life. and i'm sorry for this. EDIT: HOLY SHIT I JUST REALIZED IT SAID "BEAT FRIEND" AND THSI WAS NOT INTENDED but i mean ;))))));));););))

jared kleinman does not, absolutely, in no way, not-at-all possibly like evan hansen.

but..

his smile.

small sometimes, when he's aware, but pretty, and hopeful, something jared could never dream to be. and then when he just forgets, like when he can't help laughing, big and silly and bright.

his hair.

brown, light brown, and probably soft and shorter than jared's, and he wants to see it messy, instead of perfect.

his eyes.

blue-grey, like some sort of storm cloud, or rain, and they can be cold but they're enchanting.

his hands.

always moving, touching, making, playing with the hem of his shirt; or typing, or writing, and jared would love to see them wrapped around something else than a shirt one day-

enough. economics is no time for kinky thoughts.

moving on...

his laugh.

sometimes it sounds like he's coughing, but sometimes he laughs until he cries, and he's broken and it makes jared want to cry too, but he has to be strong--

because who could love a weak, heartbroken kid who can't express his feelings so just acts like an asshole?

maybe someone could.

maybe evan could.

jared kleinman like-likes evan hansen, his best friend since- well, since birth. he's just too adorable.