Evan leaned his head against the lockers, his locker to be exact. What was he going to do? Connor had made quite a scene, and although there was almost nobody in the hall when it happened, the news was sure to spread around school by lunch. Again, almost nobody knew who Evan Hansen is but by lunch today, the world will probably get around that this, this nobody was Connor Murphy's soulmate. It had been almost twenty minutes, and no sign of Zoe. Classes would let out in about ten to twelve minutes, and god, he did not want to be here when all these people show up to find him with a flower crown for christ's sake. Shaking, he stood up and made his way to the janitor's closet, a place where he was a regular. Mr. Bitskay often didn't get here till two, and it was only 8:00.

Looking around nervously, he ducked into the small room, trembling, scared and nervous for what he was about to do next.

He remembered when getting his first phone at age 14, he didn't know what the app meant initially. A simple, red rose on a white backdrop, the small cube of the app seemed to stare right back up at Evan Hansen, daring him to click on it. Squeezing his eyes tight, he quickly smashed his thumb against the screen, pressing on it. With a small ding, Evan opened his eyes, and to his dismay, found that the app was password protected. His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to think of the four letter pin that his mom would of used on his phone, one that he wouldn't-

9340. She wouldn't have changed it, I mean my mom hasn't checked my phone since… She makes every password this, our freaking house address, I mean, why would it be different, it shouldn't be different, I mean um… it's the password to our gun safe, our computer, her laptop, her email, granted her initials were in front but still, she used it for everything, she wouldn't change it for this… right?

Pressing first the nine, then the rest of the combination, a chime emitted from the dingy, beat up speakers of Evan's off brand smartphone. Elegant cursive soared across the screen, a tiny bit hard to read.

Welcome. How old are you?

Evan's breath hitched as he wondered if he should put in his actual age or not, he never did on these sort of things. The most common age to meet your soulmate was when you were in your mid-early twenties, not when you're seventeen. But… it came with the phone… thought Evan, wondering if he should or not. Whatever.

17.

Wow. This all must be pretty exciting for you. Would you mind telling me your name?

Evan Hansen.

Okay, let's begin. Assuming you have not yet taken apart your crown, a picture would be the best option to discover an insights of your soulmate's personality.

Allowing the app to access his camera, Evan took a picture of his yellow and purple flower crown, the flowers seemed to be in perfect condition. He had read somewhere that the flowers would never wilt or get damaged in any way. There was no telling how long a crown would last, the earliest one recorded was from 1804.

Of course I can't remember a simple quadratic formula, or any part of my speech but I can remember some stupid fact I read in a book, thought Evan, a tad bit disappointed in himself.

Fidgeting with the edges of his cast, Evan asked himself a question, one he knew he couldn't avoid, one he didn't think about until now. Am I… gay? He asked himself, terrified of the answer he might get. How will mom react to this… god. I can't- I can't do this. I thought- I thought my soulmate was supposed to be a girl. A regular, straight relationship that I would gladly have because I am. His breaths grew erratic and unevenly spaced as he tried to hold back his tears, as he tried to hold back an anxiety attack.

Exhaling, he realized he hadn't even looked at his flower crown yet. I got so caught up in the stunt that Connor pulled, it completely threw me off and made me feel unwanted. But that's not new, thought Evan, a wave of depression washing over him. Rejected by my soulmate right off the bat… do I even want to know what they're like? If they hate me that much, would I want to even try and get to know them? Alone with his thoughts, Evan decided to at least try and see what kind of guy this was.

The screen on his phone was still loading, the little circle was agonizingly slow.

Ping.

Six matches found. Your results are the following:

Tansy, Hostile Thoughts.

Rhododendron, Danger.

Anemone, Fading Hope.

Yellow Carnation, Disappointment, Rejection.

Purple Hyacinth, Sorrow, Regret.

Yellow Rose, Decrease of Love.

Evan stared at the screen for a solid minute, trying to comprehend his soulmate's supposed personality. This can't be right… can it? Scrolling back up and down, he tried to reload the page, something was wrong, this can't possibly be his soulmate, how could he possibly be paired up with- with Connor Murphy! This can't be right, maybe I made eye contact with someone next to him, or behind him, I can't surely there has to be something good about him, I don't- I can't-

A slight knock on the door scared the blond out of his wits, terrified of who would find him here, a teacher, the principle, Jared.

Trembling, Evan couldn't move, couldn't hide as the door was cracked open, opened by none other than Connor Murphy himself.

A/N: rip okay um hello nerds what up it's me. So uhhhhh... I'm procrastinating from my Science homework right now, the atomic theory can suck it. Anyway, what do you guys want to see more of in this fic, or want to see in the future? I have a basic plotline but if y'all wanna suggest some things that'd be pretty lit.