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I write stuff and reblog stuff so other writers can be seen. Currently obsessed with Dear Evan Hansen. Update irregularly. Requests are open! Wanna geek out over musicals and a bunch of other random crap with me? Main blog: @with-a-little-bit-of-light (new name)

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Reblog if you have read fan fiction better than some published books

Help me prove a point

[desert-neon]

I have never reblogged anything faster.

[blackirisposts]

Totally doesn’t make heart eyes towards @tilltheendwilliwrite nooope

[pegasusdragontiger]

100% agree

[glynnisi]

Reblog is you have read fan fiction better than some produced movie scripts.

[spacemerlady]

Looking at you @unbetaedimagines 💖💖💖

[unbetaedimagines]

I love you so much and you are a national treasure.

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Hell yeah @imaginationlane ❤️

[imaginationlane]

Aww! You’re too sweet @meeowbbyx *starts ugly crying* Thank you!

[reinamysterio]

@imaginingyournotsolikelyfuture @ill-skillsgard @dreamtherapy ❤

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Ahh! Thank you, babe! 💖

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@reinamysterio @dreamtherapy get the flip outta here you babes 😭

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@whatwashernameagain @a-valorous-choice @romanamongthestars @amytheauthor @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon @ironwoman359

[whatwashernameagain]

Awwwww you are sweet!!! Being mentioned with the author of It‘s only logical is a great honor! That fic got me into the fandom in the first place!

[sanderstalker]

I have to agree @whatwashernameagain. Keep Him Safe is far better than a lot of books I have read. I also really like @altruistic-skittles Hey There Little Red Ridding Hood.

[entivus]

*coughs* @altruistic-skittles @residentanchor @notalwaysthevillian @impatentpending @misplaced-my-notes @whatwashernameagain *coughs*

[teacupfulofstarshine]

@ethospathoslogan @notveryglittery @fangirltothefullest @wisepuma23

[wisepuma23]

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thank you >////< and I’ll tag more like @impatentpending @parsnipit @lovelylogans @thatonesociallyawkwardfreak @thesocialbookwormwrites @my-happy-little-bean @thelogicalloganipus

and this isn’t a fander but she’s my favorite author of all time, gosh she’s so cool @riddelllee

just gosh i love y’all

[aninactivebloggfgfgf]

This means so much to me I might cry omg

@princelogical @anxious-patton @sanders-sides-thuri @milomeepit

[sanders-sides-thuri]

OMG, Thelo, thank you!!!

and if I tried to list everyone I’d forget so many people! so I’ll just say @randomslasher, every fic, every time.

[xo-danny]

Lmao what are published books???

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oml yes

@c0ronas @booksbroadwayandbagels @poorguysheadisdoingwhatnow @dying-poet

[poorguysheadisdoingwhatnow]

This is the best compliment I’ve ever gotten omg thank you

@shes-the-king @disney-princess-sized

[disney-princess-sized]

Rachel… Wtf are you doing tagging me on this

[poorguysheadisdoingwhatnow]

Cause your writing is amazing and I love you

[bennie-badeend]

THIS IS SO TRUE @broadwayficsandmore @insanelystupid 💕💕💕

[insanelystupid]

WHATTTTT??????? I JUST SAW THIS BUT THANK YOUUUU!! 💜💜💜

[sincerely-us-imagines]

perfect for you (connor murphy x reader)

what?? TWO imagines in one day??

so i got a request for an imagine based on this song (which is absolutely 100% connor) and i feel like i p much exactly just copied the scene oops.

warnings: discussions of the inevitable end of the world, connor’s potty mouth

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Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter 29

Zoe takes Carmen and Jared shopping.

N/A: Finally it is here! Took me long enough! Hope you enjoy it. :)

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New chapter of Broken coming out tomorrow

[insanelystupid]

Correction. It may or may not be up on Friday. I didn’t realise how long this chapter would be.

[insanelystupid]

New chapter of Broken coming out tomorrow

[insanelystupid]

BROKEN!IS!SO!GOOD! your writing is so sooooo nice and detailed. the panic attack scenes feel so real im-- wow. im excited for more

AAAAAAAA. Thank you so much!!! I actually just got back to writing it again and I’m super excited for what I have planned! And just in case you didn’t know, I have been updating Broken on my ao3 account at TheInsanelyCoolHorseNerd :)

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Chapter 28

Chapter 28 

Jared actually has a good idea?

And if you missed chapter 27:

Chapter 27

Dodge Proofing

Oh, by the way. Let me know if you ever wanna be tagged for updates!

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Late Night Update

Hey guys! Sorry for no fanfic update in a while. Things have been a little intense. But I wanted you all to know that the next chapter of Broken will be up tomorrow! Well ok it’s not really the next chapter. I guess it is a next next chapter because I never actually posted that I had chapter 27 up (oops sorry. When I first wrote it I honestly hated it and felt really insecure about letting you guys know). That anxiety has gone down a bit so here is chapter 27

Chapter twenty seven

I’m sorry again!!

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Late Night Update

Hey guys! Sorry for no fanfic update in a while. Things have been a little intense. But I wanted you all to know that the next chapter of Broken will be up tomorrow! Well ok it’s not really the next chapter. I guess it is a next next chapter because I never actually posted that I had chapter 27 up (oops sorry. When I first wrote it I honestly hated it and felt really insecure about letting you guys know). That anxiety has gone down a bit so here is chapter 27

Chapter twenty seven

I’m sorry again!!

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Run Aways : Connor Murphy x Reader

Summary : at the age of 18 and 19, you and Connor take enough money from his parents (it’ll hardly make a dent) and run away, living in an apartment of your own.

Word Count : 1481+

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• You were sitting by your bedroom window, waiting impatiently

• The dim street lights did no justice as you stared out. The clock ticking seemed to be getting slower and slower

• Did he get caught by his parents?

• Did he change his mind?

• You eventually shook off those thoughts as you saw Connor’s black car pull up in front of your house

• Taking a deep breath, you taped a note saying : “I’ve run away, please don’t look for me. I’ll be in touch. -y/n.” onto your door. your parents would probably won’t even care that you’re gone, as they call you a mistake every single day.

• Grabbing your suitcase and bags, you leave through the window and jog to Connor’s car

• He helps you put all your bags into the trunk and then looks at you, his eyes staring straight into yours

• “Are you sure you want to do this? with me?” he bit his bottom lip, “I don’t want you to fuck up your entire life for me.”

• You cut him off by tilting your head and giving him a kiss, immediately his arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer

• “You are my entire life, Con, and right now, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing. Now let’s get the hell out of this run down town.”

• Connor nodded and you both hopped into the car, him immediately speeding away

• You were free from the life you were living, and starting anew with Connor

• You drive for god knows how many days, until you reach Massachusetts

• You didn’t know where your apartment was, Connor had sorted all the details out himself

• He pulled up to a small fancy looking apartment complex and looked at you, smiling, “we’re home.”

• As you got out of the car; Connor began talking, “I already bought us a bed and sofa and stuff like that, all we have to do is decorate to make it feel more homey.”

• You didn’t know if it was the sleep deprivation, or overwhelming excitement/happiness, but your eyes watered and you turned and wrapped your arms around Connor, pressing your face against his chest

• “I love you so much, Connor,”

• This boy was nearly about to start crying too because not only was he moving in with the love of his life, but you showed him so much love that no one has before

• After a few weeks, you and Connor had settled in quite nicely. You started decorating the living room and bedroom, with pictures, fairy lights, curtains, carpets, all that fun stuff

• There was never a boring day in the apartment

• You and Connor would blast music and dance around the living room

• You’d stay up until 3am watching any genre of movie; you’d literally start with disney and end with a horror movie

• Endless cuddles, endless kisses, endless hugs

• You and Connor had both agreed on not having sex until marriage – but that doesn’t mean you didn’t do other things

• Living with Connor was to say a dream come true, you were both happier than you’ve ever been

• “Connor, you finished the milk again!” you whined, putting down your mug, “I wanted coffee.”

• Letting out a yawn, Connor trudged out of your bedroom and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “I’ll go buy some later, baby, come back to bed please.”

• You turned to see his sleepy face, and obviously couldn’t resist

• There were moments where you missed your friends, and Connor missed Evan, Alana. Zoe, and Jared

• You had kept in touch with all of them but it still kind of sucked not seeing them

• Connor’s birthday was coming up and he was turning twenty

• You had texted the four and planned a surprise party of some sort while Connor was out grocery shopping

• “Y/N I’m hom-“ “SURPRISE!”

• The light’s switched on and Evan was holding a cake, Jared and Zoe holding gift bags, Alana holding a box of pizza

• Connor had nearly dropped all of the bags

• “Happy Birthday Con!” you smiled, “you old man!”

• When the reality set in, Connor put down the bags and ran to you, pulling you into a tight hug, spinning you around

• “You planned all this? for me?” you nodded, “thank you so much.” he kissed you, smiling against your lips. You could hear Zoe gagging behind you

• Connor made his way around, hugged Zoe, side hugged Evan, and gave a little fist bump hand shake thing to Jared

• “Come on! Let’s party!” Zoe cheered

• The six of you ate a shit ton of junk food: pizza, takeout, sandwiches, ice cream, cake, candy, popcorn

• You played video games, watched movies, you and Connor showed the rest of them around town, and you all spent like three hours in a cat cafe

• Connor was overjoyed

• For half of his life, he spent his birthdays alone, smoking weed, drinking alcohol, and being miserable

• Then you came into his life and everything turned upside down, or rather, right side up

• Zoe, Evan, Alana, and Jared stayed in Massachusetts for the weekend, leaving Sunday night

• You and Connor drove them to the airport

• “Bye guys,” he hugged them all goodbye, “thanks so much for coming.”

• “Don’t get lost Connor,” Zoe reminded, “keep in touch, and visit sometimes.” Connor nodded and pulled her into a tight hug

• And to think a few years ago Connor would vomit at the thought of hugging his sister

• Once you and Connor returned back to your apartment he swept you into his arms bridal style

• “How on earth did I get so lucky?”

• You let out a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Connor, put me down before you drop me!”

• You spun around and carried you to the bedroom, gently dropping you onto the bed and crawling in besides you

• “By far the best birthday weekend I’ve ever had,” he sad sincerely, “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

• “I’d walk over burning coal for you,” you admitted, “you mean the world to me Con.”

• He smiled over at you, “running away was one of our best decisions, I think. Every day is a new adventure with you.”

• “You’re so cheesy,” you roll over, and flop onto of Connor, wrapping your limbs around him, like a koala, “I love you, you dork.”

• “Love you too,” he hugged you tight, as if it were the last time

• To make the apartment more lively you and Connor eventually got a kitten, since the apartment had a strict no dog policy

• It was a small, fluffy siamese, that you two named Skippy, after your favorite child books ‘Skippyjon Jones’

• Connor always claimed he was a dog person but he absolutely loved Skippy

• When in the living room watching movies, Skippy was always curled up in Connor’s lap, purring as Connor would gently carress his little head

• You can bet that Connor got one of those toys where feathers were attached to a string on a stick – to which he would make Skippy jump to get it

• And at night, Skippy would curl up at the end of your bed by your feet

• “Hey babe,” you ask, “do you ever think of visiting our old town someday?”

• “Sometimes,” Connor chews his bottom lip, “I feel bad sometimes, leaving the way I did. My mom and dad, it was just so sudden.”

• “Because I bought us tickets to fly back next week,”

• “You did what?”

• “I can return them! I just-“

• “No! thank you,” he gave you a weak lopsided smile, “it’ll be nice to go back so you can see all your old friends and I can talk to my parents.”

• Cynthia cried when she saw Connor, especially seeing him with a smile on his face – she ran and hugged him, Connor hesitantly hugged her back

• “You just disappeared with hardly a note, I was so worried!”

• “Yeah… sorry about that,” Connor awkwardly said, “Y/N and I have a place down in Massachusetts.”

• The next few days were fun, every night you had dinner over at the Murphy’s; Zoe was thrilled to have you over

• Connor even rekindled his relationship with Larry

• You got to see all your friends, Evan, Jared, and Alana included

• Before you left to go back, Cynthia stopped Connor. “Are you happy? In Massachusetts, with her?”

• Connor’s eyes softened and he gently squeezed Cynthia in a hug, “The happiest I’ve ever been.”

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Broken- Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Chapter Summary:

Connor teaches the gang "self-defence".

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Update

Surprise! I’m still here. Sorry for disappearing for like...quite a few months. My motivation for my fanfiction has been nonexistent for quite some time. But not anymore! I just wanted to say that I came up with another writing schedule and I plan to be sticking to it this time. So I have decided that I will (hopefully) update Broken once a week every Wednesday. For now I think that is the only fanfic writing I will be doing as I have been putting all my focus on the novel that I am writing. So uh yeah. That’s all I wanted to say.

If you would like to know more about my novel, I post about it sometimes on my writeblr: @reining-in-the-fire-writing

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Silent Communications

Summary: a bad first day of senior year leads Evan to meet the best friend he’s ever had

Author’s Note: I know every person who’s mute experiences it differently and I myself am not mute so I cannot comment on the struggle. But I really do hope this is okay

Warnings: Jared being insensitive by mistake, cursing

Pairing: Evan x Fem!Mute!Reader

Type: fluff / angst / smut / other

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When (Y/N) heard an argument going on around the corner, she decided to peak her head around and see what was going on. She saw Connor Murphy lash out at Jared Kleinman for something and watched as Jared ran off.

“I’m not the freak, you’re the fucking freak!” Connor yelled at Evan Hansen, a kid (Y/N) knew to have terrible anxiety. After Connor shoved him to the ground, he ran off. She made her way around the corner to help him.

‘Are you okay?’ (Y/N) signed.

“What?”

She mentally scolded herself for assuming he knew sign language before pulling out a pad of paper and a pen.

Are you okay? My name’s (y/n) by the way

Evan nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

(Y/N) held out her arms and pulled Evan up. She noticed his blank cast.

No one signed. Can I?

“Wha- uh, sure, sure.” He dug a sharpie out of his pocket and handed it to her. She uncapped it and wrote her name in a small signature on the inside by his hand. She put the cap back on with a smile and handed it back to him.

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Sea Legs Part 1 - Connor Murphy Imagine

Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions of a storm and people almost drowning and shipwreck

Summary: The Little Mermaid AU. You have always been interested in how humans lived, walked, danced, and interacted with their strange inventions. When you spot a human too interesting to ignore, you decide that watching from afar wasn’t enough anymore.

Word Count: 1240

“Humans,” you gasped. Despite your friend’s protests, you swam away, heading towards the human-occupied ships. Even though you were underwater, you could hear the music vibrating through the waves. You laughed and swam along to the beat. Wonderful!

“(Y/n), wait up!”

You laughed, looked over your shoulder, and shouted, “Come on, Evan! It’s not every day you see a ship with actual humans on it.”

“Yeah because the king said not to approach them, (Y/n). Are you sure about this?”

You sighed and stopped swimming. “Evan, if you want to stay here, you can. I won’t blame you, but I want to.” You smiled and swam in circles. “I mean listen to the music!” you squealed. “I’m going over.” You swam away.

“Be careful! Please!” Evan warned.

It only took you a few seconds to reach the bottom of the ship. You lifted your head above the water and found some parts of the ship you could hang onto. You climbed the edge of the ship and reached an open porthole. You carefully peeked inside.

A man, maybe a tad older than you were, was sitting in a chair while a girl shouted at him. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to enjoy your own party.”

“It’s not my party,” he stated nonchalantly.

“It’s your birthday.”

“That I would like to spend alone.” He eyed her. “Now, please, let me-”

“Smoke and rot in peace.” She shook her head. “You know what, be my guest, Connor.” She slammed the door behind her.

He rolled his eyes and before he grabbed his pipe, Connor shouted, “That’s Prince Connor to you, sis!” The prince, whatever that meant, turned in his chair, and you gasped. He was handsome. Long, wavy hair framed his face and strong, defined jaw. His eyes were glassy, as if he was daydreaming about something. He put the pipe to his lips, breathed in deeply, and blew out smoke. Connor sighed and relaxed in his chair.

You blushed and looked away. You were intruding. You couldn’t… Oh, he was very handsome. A bit temperamental maybe, but interesting. Why blow out smoke? Did he create it? Why ignore the music above him?

The music! You still wanted to listen. Maybe you could see some dancing, too!

You never got to do that. Before you could climb again, the boat rocked violently.

You held on and stared at the sky. Too many clouds. You dived back into the ocean. The water was whirling around you. A storm was coming. You sighed. You had to swim home. It would be difficult to get home when the waves were pushing and pulling against your tail.

You gazed longingly at the ship before turning around and swimming back to your best friend.

“Are we done? Can we please be done? The storm’s coming, and I-I don’t want to be near the humans when that happens,” Evan admitted.

You nodded. “We should go back.”

Evan smiled. “Great! We have so much stuff to do anyway. We have the festival coming up and don’t forget that we still need to-”

The water pushed Evan and you forward. You screamed and tried to regain your composure after that tidal wave. You quickly spotted Evan out of control. You sped towards him and grabbed his arm. He held onto you as you swan for the surface. Just as you two broke the surface, another wave slammed against the two of you and pushed you back underwater. Evan held onto you, making sure the two of you weren’t separated. “We need to go back!” he yelled.

You clenched your jaw. The ship… Where was the ship?

“Evan, the humans!”

He followed your eyes and gasped. “They’re hurt.”

The two of you locked eyes, and you both knew there was only one option the two of you could live with. “You’re the best, Evan,” you said.

He sighed. “Let’s go save some monsters.”

Hand in hand, the two of you swam towards the sinking ship. It took a few seconds for the two of you to find some humans and bring them to nearby rocks or shore. “The prince,” you whispered. He wasn’t among the people you and Evan had saved. “The girl.” You dived back into the ocean. You passed by Evan and told him, “There are two people still out there. A girl and a prince.”

He nodded and swam along with you.

“There!” He pointed at two people. The prince was reaching for the girl, but it seemed like he couldn’t be underwater for longer. Evan and you swam towards them with amazing speed. Just as Connor closed his eyes, you grabbed him by the waist and pulled him towards the surface. You took him to shore as fast as you could. Evan was next to you, with the girl. “She’s breathing,” he said with a smile. “She’s ok.”

You put a hand on Connor’s chest. There was a faint beating within him, but there was water in his chest. You blinked a few times before pushing against his chest.

Connor suddenly coughed up water.

Evan squeaked and dived back into the water.

You just beamed. “You’re ok!”

The prince asked in a raspy, cracked voice, “Zoe.”

The girl. “She’s ok. You’re ok.” You laughed and touched his cheek. “I couldn’t get your smoking thing, but you’re going to be ok.”

He gazed up at you, and for a moment, it was just the two of you. As if under a trance, Connor’s hand covered yours, and you couldn’t fight the blush the crept onto your cheeks. You were just so happy he was ok. Add the fact that he was gazing at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. It made your heart flutter, and your words get stuck in your throat.

“(Y/n)!” Evan shouted.

You looked over your shoulder and blinked a few times. You had to go back.

You smiled at Connor. “You’ll be ok. I promise.” You dived back into the ocean.

You giggled and touched your hand, the hand he touched. You had met a human! A handsome one at that too. He looked at you with such adoration. You squealed and twirled. “Evan, did you see that? We just-”

“Did he see you? You shouldn’t have stayed up there, (Y/n).”

“Relax, he didn’t see me.”

“Are you sure? Because I do not want to be some course on his menu. You know what humans do merpeople, (Y/n).” Evan grabbed onto his hair. “What if there’s going to be a bounty on our heads? You don’t think-”

“Evan!” You grabbed his hands and lowered them from his head. When he was looking at you, you calmly stated, “We’re fine. And if anything were to happen, you know they’d have to get to me first.”

Evan still looked frantic.

You smiled and let him hold your hand and squeeze it. After a few minutes, he sighed “T-Thank you.”

“No problem. Now, why don’t you tell me about that girl?”

“Girl?” He blushed. “What girl?”

You shrugged. “Her name’s Zoe, by the way.”

The rest of his face turned red. He kept quiet and swam with you towards home. Both of you didn’t have to ask the other to see what you were thinking of. Evan was entranced with the idea of Zoe, and you… Well, humans just became a lot more interesting.

First part’s up! Will try to finish everything else as fast as i can!

[insomniac-arrest]

fanfic writer moods

the thrill of posting something

you’ve got comments emails

existential crisis’s over getting views but no feedback

24 hour high of getting a long ass comment

the inclination to Stop

the addiction to keep going overtaking that

‘when’s the next update?’ lol, wish I knew friend

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Alana Beck HCs

Back at it again at Krispy Kreme! I decided to do Alana today because I just have so much love for her. Anyway I hope you enjoy! Requests are always open!

- Alana really likes flowers - She has a garden in her backyard full of a bunch of different kinds of flowers - She has all these books on how to take care of them - But she mostly asks Evan how to take care of them - Zoe will buy her flowers sometimes and put them in her hair - She loves it - She is super busy all the time but always makes time for her friends - She takes all of these AP classes and clubs to make her parents proud of her - I hc that she has older siblings who are really successful and her parents expected her to be the same - So she worked really hard to be better than them and to make her parents proud of her - Before high school she was a ballet dancer - She loved it so much - And she was really good at it - But then she started filling her schedule in high school and had to quit some things - It’s the biggest regret of her life - But on the weekends she will go to a studio and dance a little bit - It helped her calm down and was a way to get the stress out - She doesn’t tell her parents where she’s going because she’s afraid they won’t let her go anymore - Anyway Alana really likes seafood - This girl could eat like a whole tray of shrimp - She also loves sushi - The reason she calls everyone “acquaintances” is because she has abandonment issues - When she was really young, like in 3rd grade, her friends just one day stopped talking to her - No one would even acknowledge she was there - She cried for days - She decided not to call people friends because what if they weren’t actually friends - She called them acquaintances so that they wouldn’t be scared off - But when she met Zoe and Evan and Jared and Connor, they helped her to the point where she could call all of them her friends - Anyway Alana really likes the smell of bar soap - She sometimes wishes she could make a perfume for bar soap because she wants to smell like it all the time - But she has this flowery perfume for now - I have a lot of feelings about our girl Alana and she should be appreciated more

[daisys-typewriter]

Ahhhhh this is lovely!!

[fluidityandgiggles]

It was a February day

This is something I started writing a long time ago and kinda forgot about. Not because I meant to, but shit got in the way. Lots of shit.

Anyway, here goes.

(And because I have to tag some people, @broadwaytheanimatedseries, @royal-raccoon, @illmamnim)

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February, 2005

“Yesterday there was a truck at Evan Hansen’s house.” Connor was pushing his food around his plate, Cynthia noticed. It always worried her when he did that.

“Who is Evan Hansen, sweetie?”

“He’s… he’s really nice, and stuff.” The little boy looked down on the map. “I share my crayons with him a lot, because he sits next to me in class. He can’t share anything with me but I’m not angry at him. He can take his time.”

“That’s very nice of you, Connor.”

“Are we ever going to have a truck come to our house?” Connor looked at Larry. Not Cynthia. Larry. He almost never did that.

“Why would we ever have a truck come to our house, Connor?” Larry took Connor’s fork, stuck it in a piece of chicken and offered it to him, like he did to Zoe moments ago.

“I dunno. Evan Hansen had a truck at his house. He told me that it took his daddy away.” Connor pulled his shoulders. He still refused to eat.

“Well, no truck is going to take your daddy away any time soon, buddy. You can trust me.” Larry smiled at Connor, as if sharing a secret no one else knew. Connor returned a shy smirk and then started eating.

“Well, I still want a truck to come.”

“I don’t.” Zoe glared at her brother. “Trucks are huge.”

“Trucks are cool.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yeah!”

“Zoe, Connor, not during dinner.”

Cynthia likes to believe she knew everything about her son. All his quirks, all his tics and the way he worked inside. Time and time again, she found that she doesn’t know him as well as she thinks. Her son was a sweetheart. He was a kind, charming, polite little thing. Never problematic. At least not from her point of view. He was smart, he was funny, he was truly a great kid.

Apparently not everyone felt this way.

“Connor, sweetie, a couple days ago we got a phone call from the principal.” Connor’s eyes lit up for a moment. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“A yes to what?”

“According to the principal, you threw a printer at your teacher. Mrs. Granville, is that her name?”

“That is her name.”

“I didn’t throw a printer on Mrs. G! She’s lying!”

“Do you want to tell us what -“

“I didn’t throw a printer on Mrs. G!” The boy banged his fists on the table. “She’s lying! She’s a liar!”

“If you told us what happened we could take care of it!”

“Mrs. G doesn’t like me and she lies all the time and I do nothing bad but she always just hates me and decides that I’m the bad one and -“

“Lawrence Connor James Murphy the -“

“I was reading my book, okay, and it was recess, and I found something really nice so I was going to go show it to Evan, because it was about plants and Evan loves plants, and in the middle of my way there was Jared Kleinman and he was very angry because of that stupid Kyle Granville and his friends and they were making fun of his glasses, okay, and I didn’t know they were there so I was going to show Evan the book and then I accidentally hit Kyle on his head with the book, and Jared got his glasses and said that I was now his boyfriend because we both have glasses and I saved him from those guys and -“

“Connor, please. Get back to what you were saying. We can’t understand you.”

“So she got so mad at me because I hit her lovely little boy on the head, and she said that I did it on purpose, and I didn’t, I just wanted to show Evan something, and then she said that if I don’t tell her the truth I won’t be line leader, and I’m never line leader, so I got really mad and I… I accidentally pushed a printer on her leg. But it was an accident I swear!” Then Connor started crying. Not such a rare occurance, as some would like to think.

“…go to your room, Connor.”

“What? No!”

“I said go to your room. You too, Zoe. Your mom and I need to talk about this.”

“I DONT WANT TO GO TO MY ROOM!” Connor banged his fists on the table. This was it. Cynthia could tell.

“Lawrence Connor James-“

“YOU CANT USE MY FULL NAME ON ME! I AM NOT GOING!”

It took Connor record time to get out of his chair, accidentally scrape his side on the corner of the table, run to the living room and start trashing it. Not a rare occurance either. Larry got out of his chair too and went to physically drag Connor to his room.

Cynthia just wished she knew how to fix this. How to fix her son. He wasn’t… this kid wasn’t him.

She could hear him scream “I just wish a truck came to take you too!” at Larry as the door to his room was closed with a bang. And the frustrated screams and cries.

“Zoe, sweetheart,” she said, trying not to cry herself. “Please go to your room.” Zoe just jumped out of her chair and left. Not before grabbing her glass of water. Cynthia knew she was going to give it to Connor.

Zoe was such a sweet girl. And sadly…

Cynthia likes to believe she knew everything about her son. All his quirks, all his tics and the way he worked inside. Time and time again, she found that she doesn’t know him as well as she thinks. Her son was a sweetheart. He was a kind, charming, polite little thing. Never problematic. At least not from her point of view. He was smart, he was funny, he was truly a great kid.

But apparently, maybe not as great as she knew him to be.