Loser's Club Oneshots

Good Listener

*Reddie*

[Richie's POV]

Let me get this straight, health class SUCKS. Like, honestly, who da fuck needs to sit down on a chair for an hour just to listen to a dumb bitch babbling nonsense??? I mean, I don't have to listen to her, I have Eddie Spaghetti to do all the self-care and babbling nonsense for me. Plus, he's a gazillion times better looking than her. No matter what she does, she'll never be as magnificent as Eds.

No one can. He's one of a kind...

As I walked over to my locker, I spotted a short pipsqueak pacing back and forth in front of my locker, however, as I got closer, I soon realized that the short pipsqueak was actually my dear Eddie-spaghetti. Seeing that it was him made me pick up my pace a little more and head towards his direction. He looks kinda mad tho...I wonder why.

[No One's POV]

'I can't believe it! I just can't! Today has been legit the WORST! AND I SWEAR TO FUC-'

Eddie's thoughts however were soon interrupted by a cute trash mouth running towards him.

"Hey Eds! What's with the cute pout?"

"Huh?, Richie, Aren't you supposed to be in class? And don't run, you'll fall and get hurt."

"I was going to go to class but I saw you and decided to see what was wrong"

Richie then gave his cute toothy smile, his hair slightly cover his eyes as he subconsciously tilted his head...

Damn

Eddie was falling hard

However, having done this a thousand times before, he quickly covered his rising blush and responded with a simple,

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it"

"Oh come Onnn Eds~ I have glasses for a reason ya know."

Eddie thought about it. Beverly did mention that he was a good listener, despite his infamous nickname and all, and she's not one to lie.

"Fine, But not here"

The shorter yanked the taller's arm, pain skyrocketing through his arm. Let's just say that his parents weren't very sober for these past few nights. Richie tried his best to not give a reaction, he wasn't worth their time anyways. After all, he was just a worthless fag...

Eddie suddenly halted, nearly causing Richie to fall. They were underneath the big oak tree little outside the school bounds. The shorter was already sitting down, patting a spot on the grass beside him.

"What happened to 'GeRMs' and 'INfEctiOnS' Doctor K?"

"Oh shut up and just sit"

Richie then only understood how pissed Eddie really was. He immediately sat down and motioned for the other to start talking.

"Today...", Eddie inhaled, "WAS THE WORST DAY EVER!"

Richie strongly clasped his hands against his ears and slightly winced,

"Geez Eds, I told you to say what was wrong, not broadcast it"

Eddie ignored Richie's comment and continued ranting on about his day,

"I got stubbed in the toe, I woke up late, Got into a HUGE fight with Mama, Nearly got caught by Henry Bowers, and-"

"You nearly what?! Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Is-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't need to worry so much."

Richie reluctantly agreed as Eddie continued on. He just sat there silently, listening to the other and constantly agreeing to him. He understood the feeling of wanting to be heard by someone, without pity in their eyes.

~{Time skip}~

Eddie had only realized how long he had been talking.

Three hours.

Three whole hours.

He was very surprised and impressed with the fact that Richie 'Trash mouth' Tozier actually listened quietly to what he was screaming about.

"Rich, I have to admit. You're a really good listener, I honestly feel a lot better now... Thanks"

"No prob Eds. Anything for you!"

He smiled sweetly at Eddie, the sun reflecting off his porcelain skin.

Eddie swore that his heart had at least skipped a beat.

He looked so pure

No care in the world

So carefree

No problems at all

...Right..?