Oh Noel | Reddie |

3. Vapes and athsma attacks

I woke up super early, early enough to be considered the middle of the night to some people. I saw that Richie was cuddling me and almost fell off his bed out of shock, but regained the little composure I had. I was still slightly in shock about everything that happened yesterday. First I found out that I possibly had amnesia, and my parents lied to me. Then I found out my parents were getting divorced. How much more of a train wreck could my life possibly be? Oh fuck, I probably just jinxed it.

The weekend was now over and it was back to school. Only around a month left until Christmas vacation. I woke Richie up.

."G'mornin Eddie Spaghetti" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

The new nickname caught me off guard. "that's so Stupid Richie!" I was still smiling for some reason. "We have to get to school. Let's get ready."

Richie yawned and sat up. "You don't have a change of clothes, do you want to borrow some? I think they should fit you." He offered. I nodded reluctantly, but I needed clean clothes, I would regret it the entire day if I went to school wearing dirty clothes. I slipped into the new clothes and waited for Richie to come back. I didn't feel comfortable going downstairs alone since I didn't know his family well. He knocked on the door before coming back in and he grabbed his backpack. Since I didn't have my stuff, he drove me over to my house and I ran in, grabbing my school bag and ran back out to make it to school on time. 

Derry high school was a boring place with not many kids - it is a small town - Most kids minded their business, but then there was bowers and his gang, who have been harassing me and so many others for what seemed like forever.

Richie parked his car, and just as he opened the door, we both noticed Henry Bowers and his gang right outside.

"Oh well isn't this interesting. Bucky Beaver, it looks like you've turned another kid into a fag." He sneered.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Richie asked Bowers.

"You kiss your boyfriend with yours, trashmouth?" Bowers retorted.

"wish I did." Richie muttered under his breath and tried to walk away, but Bowers grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, then threw him down face first in the brown tire-tracked snow. He then stepped on Richie's back.

"You better watch out. Once there's nobody to protect your cowardly ass, you're done for." He spat out, then him and his gang walked off, laughing their asses off.

"Richie are you okay?" I ran over to him and helped him up.

'I'm fine, he's done worse." Richie rubbed his sore back. It was just then that I realized where I originally recognized Richie from. I frequently saw him in the halls, running his words with no thought behind them. He often said stuff he shouldn't that could and had gotten him in trouble so many times before. Even so, there was still somehow an entire year gone from my memory.

"Hey, you doing alright?" Richie asked, "you seem very out of it today."

"yeah, it's just... I'm processing a lot right now." I said, trying to keep myself calm.

"Hey, I have an idea. Do you want to meet some of my friends?" Richie offered, and before I could answer, he grabbed my hand and was already dragging me into the school behind him. We approached a small group of boys and one girl that I recognized, it was Beverly, and she was also with Bill.

"Oh hey Richie... Eddie." Beverly greeted us.

"Eh-Eddie, y-you know B-Bev?" Bill asked.

"I was introduced to her yesterday."

"Well eds, you already know big Bill and Bev, but these two fine gentlemen are Ben and Stanley. He's a jew." Richie really loudly whispered through last part, loud enough so Stan could definitely hear. Stan punched Richie in the arm.