prank || reddie

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3rd person POV

"See I knew there was something going on between them,"
"C'mon Bev, who didn't?"
"I ship it,"
"It's kinda cute not gonna lie,"
"Um no it really isn't,"
"Oh shut up stanley,"

"W-what?" Eddie mumbled as his eyes slowly fluttered open. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he focused on his five friends crouched around him.
"Why are you..." Eddie trailed off as he noticed the arm around  holding him close. He could hear Richie's gentle snores in his ear and he immediately sat up. Richie woke with a start and his face showed the exact same expression as Eddie's, before his cheeks turned bright red. Richie sat up and shuffled backwards a little.

"I- uh, I'm sorry, Eddie," He said, looking down. The rest of the Losers watched in silence, all of them (apart from Stan who just looked utterly bored as always) with wide grins on their faces. They didn't expect Eddie's reaction.
"I think I'm gonna go home," Eddie whispered, and although the two boys wouldn't look at each other Ben could tell that they were desperate to.
"Sorry guys, bye," He said, getting up and stuffing his sleeping bag under one arm before grabbing his backpack with the other. Eddie's house was about four minutes away from Richie's and he didn't even change back into his clothes, he just went and slipped his shoes on before opening the front door.

"Wait, Eddie I'm sorry! It's only ten AM you don't have to go yet," Richie called after him desperately, once again finding he'd made a big mistake. God he was such a dumbass. Eddie was about to say something along the lines of 'It's not your fault' But when he opened his mouth a distraught sob came out instead and he ran out the door, slamming it shut behind him. The Losers watched, mouths fallen open in shock.
"Well that was unexpected," Stan commented.

Eddie ran blindly down the street, salty tears blurring his vision and cascading down his cheeks. He let out great, ugly sobs as he closed the distance between him and his house. Why am I like this? He thought, Why do I feel like this? What even is this feeling? I can't like Richie, cause I'm... I'm straight. Yeah. I'm straight. So what's happening? I just completely embarrassed myself in front of my only friends, the only people who might not have thought I was a fag, and now they definitely do. Fuck my life.

Eddie arrived at his house in record time, bolting up the driveway. He knew his mother wouldn't be awake for at least another hour, so he didn't have to worry about her questioning him like always. If she'd known it was Richie's house he had slept at and not Bill's, Eddie most certainly would've been grounded for life. But she didn't, and she didn't wake. Eddie was safe. He fumbled with his keys in the lock and swung the door open, still making sure to be as quiet as possible. He even managed to keep his crying at a minimum in order to make it soundlessly up the stairs and into his room.

Once safe in his bedroom, Eddie flung his backpack and sleeping bed down by his feet and made his way over to the neatly made bed, collapsing onto it and allowing fresh tears to flow over his red cheeks. He curled up tight on the duvet, grasping fistfuls of it in shaking hands and drawing it up and around him, covering his head. He tried to make himself smaller still, hugging his knees right up underneath his chin, but he just wasn't small enough. He didn't want to feel like this. He didn't want to feel anything at all, at the moment. He just wished he could disappear. Stop being such a nuisance to everyone. God, he was such an embarrassment.