Friday, November 24th, 1997
1:47 AM
I can't sleep. I just kept thinking. Over thinking. And no, before you even ask, I was not thinking about Beverly. I couldn't even think about her anymore without getting angry.
"What if he and I get into a fight?..."
"What if we get into a fight and we don't recover?"
"What-What if...What if we break up- oh my god!"
With that, I was sitting up in my bed. I reach over, flicking on my lamp and then, frantically, jumping out of bed and rushing over to my phone, where I begin, frantically, begin dialing Richie's number.
I put the phone up to my ear, inpatients waiting for Richie is answer. But then, I realized, why on earth am I calling him? I am suppose to be made at him!
Just then, I get snapped out of my train of thought, by Richie's groggy voice on the other end of the phone. I began to panic. "Hello?" He says, "Hello?" And then, out of sheer panic, I slammed the phone down back on its holder, trying to shake off the embarrassment I felt in that very moment. I flopped back down on my bed and groaned.
"Why is being in a relationship so fucking hard for me?"
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Stockholm Syndrome || Book Two || DISCONTINUED
FanfictionEddie thinks he has moved on from the incident regarding Richie, which only occurred a year ago. He, Beverly and Greta move down to New York, so Eddie can pursue his dream of going to NYU to study Journalism. He tries not to think about that day. Th...
