Why did he talk to Evan today? His thoughts were (conveniently) interrupted by a text message.

Connor sighed as he picked up his phone, expecting the message to be from one of his "friends". At least that's what Cynthia called them. Little did she know half of them were druggies and just about as suicidal as Connor was. This cycle of making friends began in middle school when Cynthia noticed that her son was a little behind on socializing. She noticed her daughter, who is a year younger than Connor, had more friends than he did. Which according to her is unhealthy. So she made the rule that he had to make one friend every school year. Usually this happened on the last day because Connor wanted to avoid rejection, but it happened every single year.

Connor finally came to his senses and read the message-

Hey, it's Evan.

Hey. What's up?

From the short friendship Evan and Connor had when they were younger he knew Evan had a habit of taking ages to message back. He always said he felt the need to make it "sound right" Connor snorted to himself thinking about it. Why does this Evan kid care so much about how others see him? A good few minutes later he got a response.

Just can't sleep. Sorry if I am annoying you, but I thought we could talk.

Connor stared at his screen for a moment, debating on two responses he could have to this. Connor sighed, taking a long drag (I don't do drugs I dunno the word XD) from his cigarette, watching as the smoke left his mouth and nose. He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the window frame, mumbling to himself, "does he even remember what happened between us before? Are we ignoring it?" He shook his head, typing on his phone.

How about we call. It's a little easier.

He cringed at himself, not sure if it was an appropriate response. There was no indication that they were picking up what they had before or trying to start anew, but either way Connor knew this response sucked, but before he could second guess himself and say "never mind" his phone was ringing. He grinned faintly as he answered the call, a small "hello?" Coming from the boy on the other side.

"Hey." Connor hoped Evan couldn't hear the smile in his voice.

"I-I'm sorry it's so late I just couldn't really-" Evan began to ramble, so Connor pulled the old trick he always used when they were friends before.

"We didn't talk much on the bus, how's life treating ya?" Connor interrupted. He knew this usually stopped Evan's ranting.

"Well... uhhh..." the line went quiet for a moment, Evan thinking of what to say. "It's been a little rough because of all the testing this past week," he awkwardly laughed, "but I guess it's a little better now..."

Connor nodded, as if Evan could see him. "That's good."

"Yeah."

Pause.

"I-I'm going to my cabin next weekend! So I've got something to look forward to..." Evan's words drifted off, he wasn't exactly sure what he should say. He kept thinking about how their friendship got rough and confusing before it was cut off, and it was still a little awkward.

"I remember that place!" Connor's brain went back to the summer before middle school, when Evan brought Connor with him to Evan's cabin. "Your mom got so worried when we didn't come inside for dinner, and she came outside to look for us and found us frog hunting in the lake."

Evan giggled, "I almost forgot about that."

They both sighed, saying the same thing at the exact same time, "I miss that."

"Holy shit, Hansen, it's like you can read my mind or something." Connor laughed.

"T-that was so weird-" Evan stifled a laugh.

A faint door noise could be heard on Evan's side of the call. A moment later he spoke, "I've gotta go... my mom is home. Um. Thanks for talking with me, Connor."

"No problem, it was nice."

With that the call ended, and Connor finally knew the answer to his third question.

He talked to Evan Hansen today because he still has feelings for him.