A/n:...I don't know... Heavy METAL-Jacksepticeye.

      *Evan's POV*
It was a sunny Thursday. Me and a group of familiar people filled in the most interesting club there had to be in this school.

Our favorite teacher, Mr. G(as we call him) had worn a bright smile as we walked in.  He is a very tall man, green eyes, and bleached hair. He says he is keeping up with style.

Sure.

We filed in the seats, waiting to start.

"Hey Grimlins, anybody want to start with showing off?" He said as he sat down, coffee cup in hand, at his table in front of the huge music room.

'Showing off' is a thing we do when we want to get something off our chest, but in songs, present to past.
Christine raised her hand and jumped in glee to start.

Mr. G teasing rolled his eyes.

"Okay, anyone that has another emotion than being happy to be here and being in the play, and such?"

I weakly raised my hand before shooting it down.

"Evan! Yes, you may. The piano is just dieing to preform....I guess us too."

I chuckled as I nervously walked down to the piano.

I sat on the wooden stool, taking a deep breath.

"Sir, take him. He was a fool in all his other classes, being a wise guy. All other classes he has been sent to was the same. This seems to be the only class he listen in."

"And cares about. Not my fault teachers are assholes, Tim."

My heart fluttered, reconizing the voice I heard. I turned my body  to see a security guard holding Connor's shoulder, with an expression of unhappiness.

Connor looked at me,  seems as the first time he ever did since I am a loser, and...winked?

I felt my face turn a slight color.

Mr. G's laughter boomed through the echoing room.

"Well, of course I will take him,  it is a cool class fam."

Everyone groaned exept Jared, who laughed and high fived himself.
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After the security guard had left, Mr. G had pulled a chair to his side of his desk, but pointed it towards me.

"Great Connor! We are glad you are are here! Well, at Twenty-seven, I think I am losing hearing. Maybe you can help me judge the little Grimlin here." Mr. G said in a bit of a sarcastic tone.

Connor nodded and signaled to start.

My body trembled as I try to control my burning face. Ugh, why now?

I pressed the first key, then let the flow of music fill me as I sung along to the melody.

When I finished, I turned around.

"Don't you mean girl instead?" Connor question.

I played with the hem of my shirt.

"Evan's GAAAYY"

"JARED!" I screamed across the room from him, my heart pounding.

My face burned and felt like hot lava was on my face.

"It is okay Evan, no judgement. ..who is the lucky guy?" Mr. G said leaning in.

Jared ran down to me and pushed me a bit to sit next to me.

"It's C-"

My stomach flipped as I slapped my hand around his mouth.

"H-he doesn't kno-"

Jared licked my hand, which made me jump and screech.

I gave him a deathly look before I got up and put hands full of hand sanitizer.

"We should be doing our regular style, not looking into my love life."

Connor began to laugh.

"I think you should just man up and tell him. "

I looked at Connor at his statement. I scoffed at his words.

"Alright, do you have a crush then?"

It felt like it was only me and Connor in the room as he stood up straight and stayed a few feet away from me.

"Yes. Yes, I do." He said calmly.

My hands felt sweaty. I took a huge deep breath before I mimicked him.
"Look at me, I'm Connor, the kid that says going to your crush is easy as breathing. 'blah blah blah Evan it is eaaassy' but I don't have the guts to say it to my crush I like them. Meeeh."

He chuckled.

"One, on point roleplay. Two, yes I can. But I can't do that because he has someone in mind."

I rolled my eyes.

"Please, the Connor Murphy that doesn't play by the rules, is scared of taking a chance. Wierd."

His face had an expression of sinister but fear.

"Hey, Evan Hansen, wanna go on a date? I heard long ago that I should take chances and that I should wait years like I did with you being my crush."

I opened my mouth, then closed it.

"Yeah. Like that! But with your crush."

I was a bit disapointed.

But at least he will be happy.

He had stepped forward, which made take a step back. He rolled his eyes as he put his hands on my shoulders.

I was completely flustered. I didn't know how to react.

"Hey! Evan Hansen, wanna go on a date after school? You know I held my breath for years, and some old and cool guy told me to take chances. This is one of them."

He was serious.

Can my face burn like this? Is this bad?

"Yeah. Sure. I mean! Yeah, that's coolio, sorry that wasn't cool, uh, 6' o clock?"

He nodded before he sat back down, hiding his smile.  Everyone clapped, even Mr.G. it made me run to my seat and hide my face.
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"Oh Gee Evan! His heart swoooooned! I think he needs a true love kiss to save him!"

I looked up from my music folder.

It only was ten minutes since the asking out thing happened.

Connor was dramaticly on the floor, with Jared standing near his body.

"Cristine! Help me, your the play expert!" I hissed.

"I shall not! Your maiden shall call your name apond thee, till thou lips touch gently, among the breeze."

I was impressed, but then begun to dread when chanting of, 'kiss kiss kiss'.

"Mr. G! This is not appropriate for club!"

He shrugged.

"The kid is dieing Evan."

I stomped down and told Connor to get up.

"He only has a few minutes to live Evan! Man up and save a life!"

I mumbled that we could just leave him and be over with it.

"Evan! Dude, you crushed on this emo asshole-"

Connor interrupted, "cough cough atleastimnotasbigofadickthanyouare cough cough"

I sighed. I won't be able to escape this.

I kneeled down and looked at Connor.

As soon as our lips touched, fireworks filled my body. I pulled back instantly after a few seconds.

Connor jolted up and pulled me in his lap.

"And scene of Evan-o and Conner-iet. "

Clapping and laughter filled the room.

Maybe this club is alittle fun.