𝔸 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝔹𝕪 𝔸𝕟𝕪 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖 - reddie

#𝟠: 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤

After school, I met Eddie, Bill, and Beverly at a small crossroad near The Kissing Bridge. I had passed the small carving I had made that morning as I walked my bike to them, beginning to feel a pit in my stomach. Eddie walked over that bridge everyday. Twice. There's no way he didn't see it, I mean, come on, he was germophobic, not blind.

I tried not to stress about it too much; if he didn't bring it up, I didn't have to address it.

"Fe-feeling better t-there, Rich?" Bill asked as I approached. He leaned against Silver prominently, as if he twisted his ankle. "I see y-you g-got it taken c-care of."

Eddie folded his arms and propped his foot up on the fence. "Yeah, you're welcome."

I ignored Eddie, mostly to see how he'd react. He frowned and sat up on the wood slabs that connected the bridge, staring down at the space to make sure he wouldn't get any splinters.

I folded my ams, keeping a subtle side-eye on Eddie. "I saw a professional. Real handsome. Probably gets all the ladies back home. Definitely a top." 

Beverly lifted her bike seat a bit and glanced over. "How'd you figure that out? It's not like he'd give you much reason to believe a thing like that."

I grinned a bit. "You can tell. He was rather feisty. Made me feel like my dick was gonna explode."

Bill practically facepalmed in annoyance, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if to try to pass time. It also sort of looked like he was trying to get himself to forget I ever said that. "For god's sake, Richie."

Beverly shifted on her feet. "You're such a fuckin' weirdo, Tozier."

Eddie grabbed a biology notebook he had in his hands and slammed me in the shoulder with it. I chuckled and jumped out of the way. "Whaaaat?"

"You're insufferable." Eddie held his head in his hands, his fingers pressed over his forehead in an attempt to hide his face. He was a bright red. Eddie could only turn two shades of red for different times; angry red, and flustered red. This could have been a perfect mixture of both.

I felt an overwhelming sense of pride. Hey folks, welcome back to a game I like to call "How Far Can Richie Fuckin Tozier Go?"  

I picked at my fingers and raised an eyebrow. "Is that a pencil in your pocket, Eds?" 

"What the fuck-?" Eddie cried out, and his expression suggested he was tempted to bang his own head against something from embarrassment. Or my head. Whatever was convenient.

Bill widened both eyes and uncomfortably scratched his head. "W-wow, intrusive and in-insulting."

"Alright, I think I should take this moment to break this shit up before I need to cover my eyes," Beverly said, speaking every word as if there was a gross taste on her tongue. "It's exhausting watching you two flirt like an old married couple."

"Flirt?" Eddie looked baffled.

Beverly rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated breath. "Yeah, flirt."

"You're waaaay out of line," Eddie suggested, practically stumbling over his words. "Bev, I-"

I wanted to look astonished and pretend like she was crazy, and I sort of did, shoving her arm. My nose reddened and I felt heat rush to my cheeks and forehead. I started to feel sweaty. 

Damn you, Marsh.

"For someone who doesn't stop talking, Rich, you seem to have very little to say." Bev kept an amused smirk on her lips as she fiddled with a key necklace that hung around her small neck, climbing onto her bike.