I do not own Dear Evan Hansen. This is pure crack.

My Nightly Cronch

Jared, the short one with glasses. Jared, the one who needs car insurance. Jared, the one who eats bath bombs. Of course, this was one of his biggest secrets, Evan didn't even know about it since Jared's excuse was that his mother just happened to buy an excessive amount of bath bombs. As sweet as Evan is, he knew he would still be silently judged and didn't want to risk a separation between the two.

Each night, after brushing his teeth and getting into his pajamas, Jared would open up his cabinet above the pristine sink and be greeted with a beautiful and colourful array of bath bombs. It was almost impossible to choose which one to eat, but a decision had to be made. Whilst carefully caressing his snack in both palms, Jared would hop onto his bed and admire its beauty. Slowly, he would dart his tongue out and get a quick taste. Soon, 3 licks would turn into 6 and 6 licks would turn into 9 and so on.

As Jared monched more and more on the bath bomb, he pulled out his phone and browsed through his Instagram, double tapping all of the suggestive pictures of bowling balls. Suddenly, a certain part of the bath bomb crumbled into his mouth and his eyes widened. The taste was wonderful! Not waiting any longer, Jared stuffed the rest of it into his mouth. Realising his stupidity, he hacked and choked on the bath bomb. No one was in the house to save him! Accepting his fate, Jared slowly laid his head on the fluffy pillow and his eyes fluttered shut.

Fin~