Chapter 3: On The Road

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Richie's Pov:

We all got in the car, and started driving.

I sat in the back, while Bill and Stan sat up front.

I reached into my pocket and took out my phone, and a small pill. I swallowed the pill and started texting Eddie.

Richie: Hey. I just want to let you know that I miss you so much.

Eddie: I miss you too Rich.

Richie: Wyd?

Eddie: Not much, wyd?

Richie: In the car.

Eddie: Oh, I've gtg, but I'll ttyl.

I put my phone back in my pocket and tilted my head back. The car ride was sooo boring. Nobody said anything to each other. At times like this, I would usually make a mom joke...but something told me not to say anything. Thank god it only took an hour to get there because I couldn't stand the silence anymore.

We all got out of the car and entered the motel room.

Wait. A. Damn. Minute.

Why was there only two beds? If Bill thought he was getting his own bed, he was wrong.

" Why is there only two beds?" I asked. I let out a small laugh.

" When we stopped to use the bathroom, I made the motel switch our rooms." Bill said. He didn't even look at me when he said it. He just jumped onto one of the beds.

" Okay, so who is sleeping together" Stan asked. Stan then looked at me, and I shook my head, " No".

"You and Richie on one bed, and me on the other" Bill said as he pulled out his phone.

" I'm not sleeping with Richie. He smells like alcohol and cigerette smoke." Stan said and crossed his arms.

" Sucks to be you then" Bill said as he looked up at Stan and I, then back down at his phone.

" Bill. I'm not sleeping on the same bed as bird boy" I stated. I mean come on, I would rather sleep in the bathroom then with him.

" Then I guess you can sleep in the car" Bill said literally not giving a fuck.

"Screw this. Can I take the car out for a while? " I asked. There was no way I was sleeping with Stan. I'm just gonna call Eddie to see how far away he is from us.

"Not if you're going out to some bar or something like that" Bill stated.

"Seriously Bill? If I wanted to drink, I would just go across the street to the hotel that has a bar inside." I said. I felt bad that every time I would go out, they thought I was going to a bar. But, I can do what I want, I don't have a mom because she doesn't talk to me anymore. And I don't have a dad because he doesn't either.

" Where are you even going?" Stan asked me.

" I'm just going to see an old friend" I stated.

" Oh" Stan said. I walked out of the motel room, and walked towards the lobby. I pulled out my phone and called Eddie.

Eddie: Hey Rich. Whats up?

Richie: How far are you away from me?

Eddie: I don't even know where you are idiot.

Richie: ^sends location^

Eddie: I'm an hour away. Why?

Richie: Can you come get me?

Eddie: Sure

I put my phone back in my pocket and sat in one of the lobby chairs.

I waited for Eddie for like two hours, and he still didn't show, so I didn't think he was coming.

I heard somebody say my name, so I looked over to the doors. It was Eddie. Finally. I got up and practically ran over to him. I hugged him so tightly and kissed his forehead.

"How you doin Eddie Spaghetti", I asked as I ruffled his hair.

" Don't call me that. Anyway, why did you even want me to pick you up?" Eddie asked as we were walking out the main doors.

" Well, Bill booked a room that only had two beds in it." I said. I allowed a grin to form onto my face.

" So you made me pick you up so you didn't have to sleep with Stan or Bill. Richie, why couldn't you have just gotten your own room. Now you're going to annoy me for god knows how long." Eddie said. He then smiled and lightly punched my shoulder. " I'm just messing around with you chee".

" Just for you saying that, I am definetly going to annoy you for the weekend" I said playfully.

We got into the car and Eddie started driving. I couldn't stop staring at him. Every time I would look at him, my face would get warm and red. We got to Eddie's place pretty quickly (i'm surprised Eddie drove that fast) I got out and opened his door for him.

"Really chee?", Eddie said, as he let a quick laugh slip from his mouth. When he laughed, it made me smile. I was so happy around him..i honestly could just be myself. I didn't need the drinks or the drugs to get me through the day...all I needed was him. Once we walked in, Eddie and I flopped onto the couch.

I looked at him and smiled.

"I love you", I mumbled. I made sure he didn't hear me. For the next couple hours we just cuddled on his couch, until I fell asleep.

" Rich. Come on, wake up", Eddie whisper yelled. He couldn't get Richie to wake up and his phone kept buzzing. Eddie was so irritated so he just decided to answer his friends phone.

Eddie: Hello?

Unknown: Dude, where's my money?

Eddie: Okay, um calm down. Can I ask what you're talking about?

Unknown: Dude, I sold you 6 of those things. You were supposed to pay me for them today. Where the fuck is my money. Don't make me come up to your crib and hurt that precious face of yours.

Eddie: Okay, I'm his friend Eddie. Eddie Kaspbrack, and I have no clue what you're talking about. Richie has been at my house for a couple hours. He's asleep right now, but I can pay you your money just so nobody gets hurt. Also, could I get your name so that when he wakes up I can tell him who called.

Clay: My name is Clay, and yes you could pay me...but you're not the one buying 6 pills every 2 days are you? Didn't think so, so I want the one who owes me at my house before 6:00 A.M.

Eddie: Okay, I'm gonna hang up now

Eddie's Pov:

I hung up the phone as quickly as I could. I ran back over to the couch and shook Richie until he woke up. Once I got him awake, he looked at me then reached over and put his glasses on before sitting up. He then noticed I had his phone.

" Eddie, why do you have my phone? Did Bill call or something?" Richie asked me, he then tried grabbing his phone out of my hands. I stepped back so he couldn't take it from me.

" This is a joke right?" I proceeded to say.

" What are you ta-". Richie attempted to say until I cut him off.

"YOU'RE DOING DRUGS," I yelled. " I want you to tell me who the hell Clay is right now".

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