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So I listened to the two new songs, Hiding in Your Hands and Obvious

This one is obviously based off of obvious

It's gonna be a n g s t y I guess???

They're at the school talent show, and Evan and Connor have been friends for a while.

Okay. So I finished writing it and it turned out way darker than I expected, so please stay safe while reading this. I'll put a mark where you should stop before it gets bad.

Please correct me if I get anything wrong or make any mistakes. Feel free to request a one shot.  Lmao saying that feels weird considering everything is about to turn to s h i t

TW: Suicide

Connor's POV

I sneaked in through the auditorium doors and gazed out into the sea of people, searching for a seat.

I had no luck.

Every seat was taken, the auditorium filled to the brim. So I decided to stand towards the back, out of sight.

"Next up, Evan Hansen, singing his own original song!" One of the talent show hosts announced from off-stage. Everyone applauded politely, except for me and Jared (who was somewhere in the crowd). I whistled while he screamed, "YAAAS EVAN!"

Evan shot an embarrassed glare in Jared's direction before fixing the mic.

"I w-would like to d-dedicate t-this song to s-someone v-very special to m-me," He smiled. "They k-know w-who they a-are."

Hope ignited in my chest like a tiny flame, precious and fragile.

He fiddled with the guitar strap, Heidi's old guitar, the guitar he had come to me with and begged me to teach him how to play weeks prior. Then he started strumming.

"When we know something is true, beyond question or doubt. There's no particular point in pointing it out," Evan started to sing, his face turning red and his eye squeezed shut. I could see the way his whole body trembled, and my heart ached.

"Blue is the color of sky. Mothers all worry, and old people die. A phone rings, a bee stings, it's something you don't need to hear. It's just clear."

He opened his eyes and searched for someone in the crowd.

"Why go stating the obvious? It's so painfully obvious. How could you miss, something that's this plain to see?"

My face heated up as my heart thundered in my chest. The tiny flame of hope had turned into a full fire, making me feel warm inside. It was too late to try and stomp it down.

"When it's glaring, and staring right at you, so obviously."

Evan couldn't be talking about me. I didn't want to be let down. But it was possible, wasn't it? That this song was dedicated to me? That for once something was going right?

"When you get bored you draw stars on the cuffs of your jeans. You still fill out quizzes you find in those teen magazines. And you dance like nobody's there. Awkward and perfect, you don't even care. Something courageous, amazing, contagious, and kind. All combined."

My heart dropped.

The fire in my chest didn't make me feel so fuzzy and warm anymore. It burned. It burned. Just like the tears building behind my eyes. I could feel my throat tightening and I wanted to disappear. But I couldn't. I was rooted to the auditorium floor.

"Why go stating the obvious? It's so painfully obvious. How could you miss, something that's this plain to see. When it's glaring, and staring right at you, so obviously."

I clenched my fists, digging my chipped nails into my fists. Of course. Of course. It will always be Zoe. I can't blame her for anything, it isn't her fault. It's just fate. I will always come in last, be second place, the back up.

"Sometimes the words, we tend to withhold. But they're exactly the words someone needs to be told."

The words I should have told Zoe. How sorry I am for treating her like shit. How sorry I am for being an awful older brother. I'm supposed protect her for fuck's sake, not the thing she needs to be protected from.

And the words I should have told Evan.

"But oh, thinking they know. We never say, 'I love you. I love you.'"

Evan's eyes drift over to mine. Can he see my tears in the dim lights? Can he see my pain, my disappointment, my hurt, my foolishness?

The color quickly leaves his face, and he frantically searches for Zoe again.

"'I love you.'"

He squeezes his eyes shut.

"'I love you.'"

When he opens them again, he focuses on her. His smile is loving and fond.

"Cause why go stating the obvious? It's so painfully obvious."

It was painfully obvious that I was a fool. I was a joke, believing that someone could actually like me.

"How could you miss, something that's this plain to see?"

His once beautiful voice cuts me like a knife, making my heart bleed.

"When it's glaring, and staring right at you."

Warm tears flood down my face and I choke back my sobs, biting my lip until the skin breaks.

"So obviously."

I can hear thunderous applause as I storm out of the cramped auditorium, slamming the doors behind me.

It was obvious to see how stupid I was.

It was so painfully obvious to see how wrong I had been.

Curling up outside against the cold brick wall, I tangled my hands in my hair and pulled. I needed to feel something. Anything. I needed to know that this was real.

It was. I could feel the pain at the roots. Hear a broken laugh slip past my lips. See my salty tears drop onto the concrete.

How could I have missed something that was that plain to see.

Evan loves Zoe.

He had gushed about his crush for so long now, continuously dropping hints. I was blind not to notice that it was always about her. I guess I had just blocked it out, too busy fantasizing about him.

There was no more denying it anymore.

Evan loves Zoe. Zoe loves Evan.

And it's obvious to see that I will only ever be second.

**Stop Here **

So why bother trying anymore.

I let me legs guide me back to the house I live in, not the place that was my home.

It was quiet and empty and cold. Zoe, Larry, and Cynthia were all at the talent show.

I felt burning, choking pain as I took the stairs one by one.

But I could barely hear my hiccups and sobs and wails anymore.

I took the pills out of the medicine cabinet. They rattled around as I poured them into my hand.

It didn't even matter what they were for. I just needed to pain to stop.

I downed them with tap water from the sink.

I would no longer feel pain. I would no longer feel anything.

It's obvious to see how my story ends.

I can hear someone shouting, feel someone shaking me, but the world turns black.

-Cronch