I Guess I Am Stuck With You (and other One Shots)

I Guess I Am Stuck With You

March 24th, 2020

"So I am trapped here with Eds in England as the world goes into Lockdown." Richie Tozier says, Eddie Kaspbrak sitting beside him and channel surfing." I thought why not document it so I started a YouTube channel and that is what this is. Eddie is my best friend and I was supposed to be touring around here for a while, so he came to visit, but now we are in Lockdown and they are probably going to shut the borders so we can't get home."

"So essentially, we're trapped." Eddie remarks, glancing at the camera before looking back to the TV.

"I think it'll be fun." Richie states with a small smile." I just had my 44th birthday, and you were here for that, and you've been here for a few weeks already, it won't be any different."

"We can't leave the house." Eddie reminds him, pausing the TV and sitting up so he is in full view of the camera. His hair is curly and full of volume, his face is clean shaven. Richie's is short with greying sideburns whilst he has slight stubble covering his chin." No time away for a breather from Trashmouth."

"I think it will be just like the sleepovers we had as a kid." Richie says, causing Eddie to snort slightly.

May 12th, 2020

"What are they saying?" Richie asks as he walks downstairs to find Eddie lounging on the couch in his pyjamas, eating chips from the bowl resting on top of his stomach. The 6 o clock news is on, but Eddie's barely paying attention as he slides his reading glasses up his nose.

"It's definitely been extended." Eddie responds, causing Richie to sigh as he sits down in the arm chair. Eddie smiles reassuringly at him, and Richie smiles a small smile back." All soaps have been stopped too, so they're showing old episodes because they're running out."

"So we can see old Eastenders?" Richie asks and Eddie nods before saying," from 2008."

"Hmmm...cool." Richie says, before looking toward the TV. He felt like he could get used to living with Eddie, it was all he had ever wanted after all, he loved the man. He just didn't know how to tell him. He'd try to say something, but it would make the atmosphere in the room awkward and he hated that.

July 4th, 2020

"We've been arguing." Richie starts off by saying. He's alone as he walks down the street, a mask covering his face as he walks, clearly on his way to grocery shop." We've always bickered, especially as kids, but this is full blown arguing. Sometimes I can't stand him. It's always over stupid shit too.

"The other day we argued over bed linen! All because I said he was putting it on my bed wrong. This morning we argued over his cleaning habits. He's started frantically cleaning again, like he used to before therapy when the slightest thing would go wrong. He yells at me for leaving mugs in my room and not doing the dishes when he asks." He rants." And he does stupid shit to piss me off. He wakes up at 6am every fucking morning. We have no where to go, sleep in!

"He gets into my personal space, but not like he used to when we were kids. It's to comment on the grey hairs in my beard or to say my hair is getting too long because I can almost put it in a bun. The barbers are closed and I do not trust myself or him to cut my hair." He continues. His beard is covered by the mask but his hair is almost just below his ears." The fucking idiot cut his own hair last month and complained to me that it was so shit. I told him not to do it! He is just so irritating.

"We were arguing earlier, over the fucking TV remote, so I said I was going to get some eggs and milk so we can have omelettes for dinner just so I could get away from him!" Richie concludes with a sigh of relief. It's clear in his eyes that he hates the arguing and he wants things back to normal.