It Started With A Kiss { Reddie }

• And So It Begans •

Eddie's face went bright red as that stupid fucking bottle landed on him. He looked up, seeing Richie eyeing him, a small grin beginning to form on his face.

"N-No." he muttered. "No way! N-No fucking way!" Eddie crosses his arms and turns away from the others. "Oh, come on, Eds." Richie persisted. "It's the rules. You have to kiss me!"

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Minutes Earlier.

Tonight was the Loser's annual game night, and they've practically played every game on the shelves. Everything down to Monopoly, Twister, and hell, even Truth or Dare.

They needed something else. Something to get their blood pumping and their hearts beating faster.

"I've got nothing." Said Richie, who was usually the master of coming up with games for the Losers to play. He had a pretty wild imagination when it comes to that kind of stuff. Richie was usually the one to do some pretty crazy shit too. He's even gotten in trouble with the law a few times. Nothing too serious though, he was only been caught with weed, which is really the only thing Derry police bust you for. Unless you murder someone, at least.

Eddie sat with his legs crossed and his arms folded across his chest, as he hated when they didn't already have a game picked out. Why? Richie's the reason why. He hated when Richie picked out the games. Yeah, he was kind of thrilled at the fact that he didn't have to sit through another non-eventful game of Monopoly, but he was also terrified at the fact that Richie could pick any game. Any game he desired, and Eddie hated the anticipation.

"Oh, I have the perfect game!" Beverly piped up, causing the boys to turn and look at her.

"Well?" Stan spoke, "What's the million dollar idea?"

Beverly grinned, running over to their trash can they had in their club house and began to dig inside for a few seconds, before pulling out a bottle. This caused a few second glances from the losers, until she stood in front of their little circle.

"Spin. The Fucking. Bottle." She sat the bottle in the middle of them, sitting herself back down in her spot as well.

This made the losers practically shit themselves.

Of course! How had they not thought of this before? It was genius, but there was one problem. Yes, the others were a bit nervous, but Eddie had to be the most nervous out of them all.

Richie sat up, "Brilliant, Marsh." Richie said in the worst British accent. "Alright, who's in?" He asked, looking around the room.

The room was silent. "Oh, come on you guys! This will be fun." Beverly persisted. "For who?" Asked Stan. Bill smiled, "I'll p-play." Stan perked up, not saying a word, however.

Nothing to say now, hm?

Mike and Ben shrugged. "Aw, what the heck." Ben said with a smile. Then, their attention turned to Eddie, who still had not said a word about the game. Richie shot him a playful grin. "Well, Edward?" He wrapped his arm around Eddie. "What do ya say?" Eddie shoved him off.