Dear Evan Hansen Sincerely Me Novels & Stories

Eva Brooks: "Hello, sir. This is Eva Brooks calling," I said swiftly, my heart pounding faster in my chest. *Why am I like this because of a simple call?* I pondered as silence filled the line, before Ethan's deep voice reverberated in my eardrum. "I am aware. Have you made up your mind to work for me? I gave you my personal contact card, so I know you're the one calling," he said. His deep voice made my thighs clench together, and I gasped.

"I knew it! I knew it!" Helena just rolled her eyes and spinned the bottle. It stopped at me and Hershey lifted her arm. "I'll ask! I'll ask!" I pouted at her. "Dare. Make it decent, Hershey." She grinned. "Seduce Mr. Evans while we're watching." I gasped and shook my head. "I'll change to the truth." She giggled. "How is Mr. Evans? Is he wild or gentle?" My eyes widened and my cheeks heated. "Hershey!"

His grip on my arms loosened as he made sure I was standing safe and still. "Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded. "Yes. Thank you and sorry." I apologized for not being attentive. "It's okay." He gave me a gentle smile. "Uh- Evan Sanders." He introduced himself while raising his hand for a handshake. "Crystal Hayes." I smiled and shook his hand. "From Brooklyn?" He questioned with his perfect eyebrows raised. I skeptically nodded, confused about how he knew that. "I've heard Ethan and Hannah mention you a few times." He explained.

“You’re asking me?” Evan’s grin softened. “Well, you’re her mom,” he said. “You gave her life, the woman I love. That makes you pretty damn important to me, too. So, yeah, I’m asking you.” Gretchen’s tears spilled over, and she stepped forward, pulling Evan into a tight hug, her voice muffled against his shoulder. “You seem like a really nice guy,” she said, her words shaky but heartfelt. “Millie should have you in her life. Happy, too.”

Maybe he needed to think it over some more. I glanced at my watch. “I’m sorry to be so rushed about this, Evan, but I should be getting back. Nolan and I are traveling today. He’s doing a media tour and we’re going somewhere tonight for a town hall thing…” Evan did not care to hear the details. “Yeah, of course,” he interrupted. “Thanks for meeting me, sis. I know you’re a busy lady. Appreciate you making the time.” “Of course. And, um, thanks for… talking to me about this, before…” I ran out of words that weren’t unbearably cringey.

Which Derek has never sent me before in his life. I look at Rhys. He nods slightly. I press play. Evan's voice, small and certain and completely unbothered by the gravity of the moment, says, "The lady said yes. The lady is coming. Daddy is crying." A pause. "Daddy says he is not crying." In the background, Derek's voice, rough and low, "I am not crying." Evan, unconvinced: "He is crying." The note ends. I put the phone face down on the table.

Jevan's POV "Dear Mrs. Hollen, Season Greetings! This letter might come as a shock to you but it's sincerely coming from my heart and I believe this would be a lovely gesture instead of a plain text message. Mrs. Hollen, from the bottom of my heart, I'm greatly sorry for hurting your son by toying with his emotions. I never imagined things to become so hostile and vile between us because I love him so much and I care about his feelings.

the man said, he was dressed very neatly. “Yeah, and I…I'm his wife,” Sadie said hesitantly. "What? Since when did Hunter have a wife? I mean, when did he get married? And why didn't he invite me?" The man said. "Ah, I'm Evan, I'm Hunter's cousin," Evan said as he reached out his hand to shake Sadie's hand. "Oh yeah... I'm Sadie, nice to meet you," Sadie said. “Nice to meet you too, may I come in now? I only brought one case of beer because I didn't know you were here," Evan said.

She then closed the distance between us and attempted to touch me. "Don't you dare. Do you know what would be super gross? You, putting your hands on me," I said and turned away. “Evan! Babe, come on! I’m sorry,” she whined, but I ignored her and left the room, banging the door hard behind me. "Evan! Sweet, you came!" Deborah's mum called out when she saw me rushing down the flight of stairs. "Good evening, Mrs. Sullivan. Happy Anniversary. I'm so sorry I came late. I was tied up at the office."

He looked like a giant in our small and humble abode. "I haven't introduced myself properly to you. My name is Evan Hughes," Evan said and extended his arms to Sylvia, who was just looking at him with a blank face. I couldn't understand where this rudeness from my mother was coming from! My mother only accepted Evan's hand when I nudged her. "Pleased to meet you," she replied shortly. Evan nodded and clutched the bouquet of flowers in his hand. My cheeks blushed because of the fluttering feeling. Wow! How kind of him!