not quite goodbye - a reddie story :)

part 4 - he's back :)

Richie fucking runs, feeling the world go by as he speeds past, unsure if someone was behind him or not. The messy haired boy flees and doesn't stop until he reaches the safety of his house. And of fucking course, no parents once again. So he locks the doors and windows, it was gonna be dark out soon, so he decided that he'd keep the lights off to make it look like no one was home. Patrick wasn't one to hold grudges, or to go through too much to get at someone unless henry was literally right next to him, but richie wasn't taking any chances.
He walks into his room, closing and locking the door behind him. He takes a flashlight and goes to his closet. He opens and goes through the slightly dusty things, he digs and digs until he finds that backpack. The backpack, eddie's backpack, richie gently picks it up, there was obviously a bunch of stuff in it, it was pretty heavy and he felt items inside. He wanted to go through it but he was tired, today, unlike any other regular day was fucking packed with stuff, he didn't need any more stuff to happen. So he puts it down by his nightstand and flops onto his bed.
He'll go through it tomorrow, right now he was just tired. He barely even had the covers on when he fell straight asleep.

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"Wake up you fucking loser" richie hears. He bolts right up, no one was there, so he checks his alarm clock. It read 10:25. He groans and rolls over, it was too damn early to wake up, besides, it was Saturday, he was gonna be home alone all weekend like usual and now he didn't really have any friends to go out with, he had nothing better to do than sleep the day away. "Ughh, you stubborn little motherfucker" says the voice again. "What do you want?" Richie asks tiredly, not even opening his eyes. 
"for you to get up, that's what, Im bored" 
"Well that's too fucking bad, I'm tired" Richie snaps.
No response.

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This time richie gets up on his own. He felt awful, maybe sleeping more wasn't a good idea. He still felt tired but he knew that was just because he's slept too long, so he forces himself up.
"Fucking finally, we have to talk" the familiar voice says again.
"Eddie?" Richie groans.
"Bingo"
Richie opens his eyes, and there was eddie, he was sort of see through, not really that much, but you could kind of see through him. He jumps in surprise and stares wide-eyed, then he relaxes.
"you're not eddie. This is just a dream, pretty realistic but y'know, this is impossible anyways" richie says with a slight smile.
Eddie stares in disbelief, wondering if richie was serious.
"Are you fucking dumb?" Eddie practically screams.
"I mean, not really? Why ask eds?" Richie says with a stupid grin.
"I am real you idiot, this is all real, I've been waiting forever for your lazy ass to wake up." The ghostly boy responds impatiently.
Richie's smile fades and pure confusion shows on his face.

(I'm so sorry that this is a bit late, short, and maybe not that well written loves, I got tired and couldn't finish it yesterday, and today I was a bit busy, I'll get back to writing more soon <3)