A/n: i got this idea from a good book I read. . Enjoy.  Also, it is a reference or two by the book not the whole scene or anything.

Evan's POV

Me and Connor got into a fight. A huge one.

*Flashback five minutes ago*

'Let me just help Connor, your binge drinking and doing pot!'

He growled at me, 'There is nothing you can help with! Get off my back!'
There, it had started.  We yelled back and forth, voices getting louder each time.

Connor had punched the wall.

'fuck you! Your not my mother, get the fuck off my back!'

I hissed back, 'maybe I wouldn't baby you if y-you didn't act so stupid!'

He looked at me, eyes filled with anger.

'the smartest thing I'm doing is this. Nice seeing you!'

He flipped me off before opening and slamming the door.

I felt numb.

I felt like I was stupidest person in the world.

I flopped on my bed before sobbing and screaming into my pillow intil there was nothing to cry about.

My heart ached horribly as I put on a sweatshirt, ready to think things through and take a walk.

I gasped and jumped back. Connor was was sitting near the door, on the side, holding his knees to his chest.

"Sometimes I want the whole world to never see me or hear the stupidest shit I ever hear."

I just stood there like I didn't understand.

"I-i just don't look right Evan. It is just so painful that I just walked off like that and seemed like my bad habits are worth more than you. But there not. And the sobs from you, wasted tears, over my stupid mistakes, make me just wanna die inside."

He didn't look at me, just stared forwards, to the empty street that was shown by a street light that was flickering.

His ashame was raiding off of him.

"P-people s-say stupid t-things whe-n they fight."

His face was highlighted by the street light and the moon, which showed an emotion that was very raw and noticable; guilt.

My body was heavy and my heart was thin glass, ready to break as I walked in front of Connor and sat in front of him.

I sniffled before talking again.

"I know I baby alot I-i guess. I- my m-other, was never the-ere. My d-dad was not even in my life. So, y-you doing  'this' ", i motioned around him, "I break, hoping you won't le-leave me. A-a-nd I-"

I couldn't go on before sobbing. The words didn't spill out of my mouth, all they did was fill into my head and make me think of all the horrid memories.

Connor pulled me in his lap and comforted me.
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We talked for an hour and a half about how to make our relationship stronger.

Connor decided he will try rehab and I will try to talk more openly about my feelings about things.
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I feel asleep from crying.  It wasn't too long though.

"Evan...Ev...Hansen..."

Connor gently shook my shoulder.

My eyes flickered open after I rubbed the sleepiness away.

"What?"

I said in the most groggy and bland way; almost irratated.

"I waaaannaaa show you something"

I fully got my vision to see a small fort built in the living room.

I rolled my eyes.

"You fucker..no..I am going back to sleep."

Connor grabbed my wrist.

"No it is important."

I looked at the cable box and it said it was 4:57 am in the morning.

"Conner, fine, whatever."

He gleefully pulled me towards the fort that seemed to be white bed sheets that weren't see through.

Should I worry now?

He motioned for me to be a child and crawl into the small fort.

Ugh.

I began to crawl in and gasp.

There was Christmas lights hung (a/n: trying so hard not to make a Doki Doki Literature club joke) on the top of the fort.

Every few inches of the Christmas lights were paloriod pictures of us,  hunged by clothing pins.

I admired every single one, as I remember and recollected the good memories I still hang on.

(Why the fuck is there so many 'hangs' and 'hung'? Lol. Coincidence, I think so.)

"Ev, I am really sorry. I know this is barely an apology, and I am not asking you to forgive me straight on (a/n: lol straight), but just know I do love you and I am a human just like you. I wish I could just take the emotion of pain away from you-"

"Did you take a few hours just to say a paragraph full of sorrow and g-guilt?"

Connor huffed.

"Jeez. Someone is very hard to impress, aren't they?"

Me and him laughed.

"Seriously, Connor, I accept your first apology. Doesn't mean I don't want to act like a pirate all day and ignore real adult hood." I said sheepishly.

He threw his head back and laughed before looking at me.

"Sure. Now, can I come in? You know, I built this ship."
(A/n:so did I)
I turned to see Connor in the somewhat door way to the fort, having his hand out, waiting for me to take it.

I pushed him with my foot.

"No thanks."

We began to fight screaming, 'on guard!' and 'where is the bury treasure?'

Remind you, we are eighteen and nineteen. Acting like fucking children that had too much candy.

It is not like there is someone to stop us, my mother was working, so we imagined on.
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After we got wild up and worn out from running to room to room and screaming through the whole house, we finally layed back on the couch, together.

I listened to Connor's heartbeat, racing.

B

a-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. ba-bum.

I began to fall asleep, knowing that our day will be different and I will know Connor in a different way than before.