Dear Evan Hansen So Big / So Small Novels & Stories

Evan walked around his desk and stopped in front of her, his intimidating straight posture didn't fail to affect Helena as she cowered back though she was fumed at his question. Evan invaded her personal space, getting on her face, “Helena!” His voice held authority but Helena pressed her hands to his chest and shoved him back though He didn't budge. “You tell me what that was, Evan Conan Hemsworth!” Helena asked sharply.

she says. "Sophie," I reply. "Thank you for this." She steps back to let me in and I step into the hallway and from somewhere deeper in the flat a sound starts, small feet on a hard floor, moving fast, and then Evan appears in the hallway doorway. He is bigger than his photos. Bigger and more present and more entirely himself, dark hair sticking up slightly, Derek's jaw, eyes that are completely his own, and he stops when he sees me and stares with the total unself-conscious assessment of a small person who has not yet learned to pretend they are not looking.

"I'm here too! My grandma lives around here. Do you want to hang out for a few days? Don't worry, my grandma loves having people around." Leaning against the hallway wall, Tabitha tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks were tinged pink, and her lips curled upward uncontrollably as her heart fluttered. Not long after, Tabitha returned with a tall, handsome man, striding into the Hansons' dining room as if no one else were there. As they walked in, James' uncle, Alexis Hanson, gasped in surprise. "Evan! What are you doing here?" Evan's burning gaze locked onto Beverly's pale face the moment he stepped in, and every other pair of eyes followed his line of sight.

“Just look at him. That’s the clearest proof.” Laughter filled the room again when Evan suddenly announced, “Nana, when I grow up, I want a huge house!” “A huge house?” Isabel pretended to look surprised. “What for?” “For Nana and Daddy, so we can eat waffles together every day!” Isabel laughed until her eyes watered. “Alright then. Every morning Nana will make waffles in your giant house.” “Daddy has to come too!” Evan added firmly. “Yes, of course Daddy will come.”

I sighed and went to investigate. I sighed, finding my niece, the Kearney twins Evan and Iver, the Cooney cousins Shamus and Dervila, and then Diana McNamara. They're arguing over what to watch. I groaned and walked over, taking the remote out of Shamus’ hands as he held it higher than the others could reach. The boy had hit a growth spurt and wasn’t afraid to use the height to his advantage.

“Well, let’s just go in with an open mind and accept them as they are. Let’s try not to force anything on them that they might not feel comfortable about right now.” “Okay, no big bear hugs and stuff.” “Right, no big bear hugs. These people are very old and they won’t like you telling them that. So, careful what pops out of your mouth and keep your manners on high alert.” “Yes, mom.” Evan was getting tired by her warnings. “Dad? What do you think? Green jeans and an orange t-shirt?” He held up a set of dark green cargo pants and an orange t-shirt with a print of a car with a shark head on it smashing through a wall

“Eat a little more. You are too tiny for your age…” … Denny was busy with a group of friends, chatting and laughing when someone rushed towards her. “Denny, why are you here? Aren't you close to Dave, like your sister?“ Denny stopped laughing and looked at the girl in confusion. “Who is Dave?“ She asked. A few more girls walked towards her and showed her some pictures. “Dave Daniels! Didn't you know that he had attended your sister's meeting?“ Denny opened her mouth wide in shock. “Dave Daniels? Why would he attend it?“ She asked, obviously not understanding anything.

Everyone crowded closer, unable to hold back their curiosity. On the bank statement, there was only a single deposit of 1,300 dollars. That lone transaction sat there like a blade, slicing straight through the carefully woven lies of Nancy and her son. The entire room fell into silence. The guests' expressions shifted from scorn toward me to shock and doubt directed at the Jones family. Then, the whispers started again, swelling like a rising tide. "Oh, my God! It really is only 1,300. Not 130,000? Nancy, why would you tell such a lie?"

The office was too quiet for this late in the evening. Floors below, the last cleaners had gone home. The city buzzed outside the glass wall, but up here, everything was still. Too still. Eva’s heels clicked on the polished marble as she crossed the space with calm she didn’t feel. Her pulse jumped, shallow in her throat. The elevator doors behind her closed with a soft hiss, sealing her in. Mr. Callum Thorne. CEO. Billionaire. Bastard.

he said, looking concerned. "It's nothing. I am used to it," I said. Evan sighed and stepped closer to me. He took my hand and kissed my fingers. "I'll make you feel better," his voice was deep and husky. His eyes were dark and full of lust. Even I could see it. OH MY GOD, Evan Green wants me. Me, the nerdy Annie with dorky glasses. Did my mom kill me last night? Am I in heaven?