Kicked Out || Reddie

Talking to Richie

- warning: self harm/talk about self harm -

Eddies POV
"I'll meet you back here tomorrow?"
"Nah," Bev answers, "I don't think he'll be as willing to talking about it if we're both there. You guys are really good friends, do you wanna talk to him about it?"
I inhale. Of course I want to talk to Richie about it, but I don't want it to feel like I'm ambushing him with questions of anything. But Bevs right. Richie probably will be more willing to talk to me. I exhale.
"Yeah, I'll talk to him."
"Thanks." Bev says and gives me a hug. "Do it whenever, but make sure he's okay, okay?"
"I will." I leave Bevs house and am the way back to my house when I'm walking down Richies street. Suddenly, I have the urge to talk to him about it right now. I want to make sure he's okay and I need to know if he's okay. Because, if I'm being honest with myself, and I know I've been trying pretend like this feeling doesn't exist, but I love Richie. I've loved him for the past like two years.
So instead of going home, I knock on Richies door.

Richies POV
No one else is home when we get on a knock on the door, so I go downstairs to see who it is.
"Hey, Rich." Eds says, looking cuter than ever.
"Hey, why're you here?" Not that I don't want him here, but spontaneous hanging out isn't really his thing.
"Yeah, so, I, um, need to talk to you about something."
"What?"
"Well..." He looks extremely uncomfortable. "So you remember when you were staying at my house?"
I nod at him. "Hey, wanna come inside?" I ask when I realize he's still standing in his doorway.
"Uh, sure." He steps inside. "Anyway, um, you remember when you did that thing?"
I raise my eyebrow at him.
He awkwardly fidgets with his hand, clearly wanting to be anywhere else but here.
"Like, when you cut yourself?"
Ohhhh. Oh my gosh, he's here to talk about that. I was hoping he'd forgotten all about it, that he still thought I was a somewhat normal person. But no. He's probably here to un friend me or something. Which would suck, because Eds is the best friend I've ever had.
"Yeah, I remember." I say in a way quieter voice than I meant to speak in.
"Okay so I didn't talk to you about it because I had hoped that you had stopped since then. But yesterday, Bev came to your house and said she saw a bloody blade, which doesn't feel like a great sign."
I stare at my shoes, unable to look Eddie in the eyes. "Yeah... um..."
"I'm sorry." Eds says and hugs me.
He's not unfriending me?

Eds and I talked for a little while longer and the he left to go home. I don't know how he did it, but I actually feel better now.

Hey everyone! Sooooo I know I made this whole update about how I was ending this story but now I think I'm gonna keep on writing it so sorry for the mixup.
Thanks for reading💕