eddie's pov
12/3/75
on the swings, alone, was a kaspbrak. eddie kaspbrak. by himself alone during recess. he had never had a friend, and even though he was in kindergarten. he was always alone. but, never lonely. just alone.
he preferred it that way since his mother was constantly pestering him. "take your medicine " this and "make sure you have your medicine in your backpack" that. no 5 year old should have to take on such a big responsibility. but, here. the one kid that was unfortunate enough to have a mother like this.
eddie thought to himself, 'what would it feel like to have a mom who hugged me and kissed me? tucked me in at night and would read me a book before i fell asleep? how would it feel to have a mom that cared?' a single tear rolled down his cheek. the tear was warm as touched his face. it rolled down his face as he hung his head. it splashed onto the wood chips and dampened them below his feet. 'why me?' he whispered. 'why am i so unlucky?'
"hey! what's your name?"
eddie heard a cheery voice from in front of him that made him jump a little. he didn't know who it was and he couldn't see them because he was looking at the ground. he lifted his head slowly. it was a kid he has seen but didn't know very well because he wasn't in his class. he wasn't mean or anything he look very social and lively. that made eddie smile.
he had on khaki shorts that fell just below his knees (almost like pants), a pair of blue adidas, and a light gray sweatshirt that was a little too big for him. he looked very kind but also very destructive. maybe he was?
he had loose, curly, black hair that was considerably short. spots littered his face. freckles, people called them. glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. they were a bit too big for him. they tucked his hair behind his ears and they made his eyes look bigger. his eyes were the color of coffee. not dark or black coffee but coffee with extra milk and sugar. really sweet coffee just like his smile, sweet. if you asked eddie he was cute <3. beautiful in fact.
a tingly feeling rested in the pit of his stomach the more he stared. he thought he was going to throw up so he turn his torso and head so he was looking down his back, hunched over. he stayed like that for a moment, swaying back and forth on the swings. he didn't want to throw up on the kid in front of him. it would be unsanitary.
after about a few seconds he snapped his gaze at the boy.
"co-come again?"
"um, what's your name? i'm richie" the boy said and held out his hand a little less cheerful.
richie... he would never forget that name.
"eddie. nice to me- me- meet you" eddie took the boy's hand and lifted himself up.
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richie's pov
the sounds of joyous laughter erupted from richie's mouth. he was racing a girl which so happen to be his bestfreind.
beverly marsh was her name. she had fiery hair that matched perfectly with her personality. beverly loved to, as richie put it, 'do boy things.' In truth, she was just a very athletic girl. she loved to race and play tag. play on the playground with her friends. she always came home with a new scar. her dad told her that she was more beautiful without those scars and should stop playing rough, but she didn't care. bev, as richie liked to call her, always came up with make-believe story's that she would tell richie after she got them and he believed them.
richie put one foot in front of the other, pushing off with his back foot to get more of an edge on bev. richie was in the lead but bev was close behind. left, right. richie could see the finish line in front of him. left right. he took a leap over the finish line. panting, he said " better luck *gasp* next time *gasp* beanverly!" "can next time be right now?" bev challenged. "are crazy!? no, i'm dying right now!" "fine! i'll go race with someone else and she walks away to ask one of the boys playing in the sandbox.
richie was left alone with his thoughts. he preferred not to be alone. but, often was. he was very social but never made a friend. his only friend was beverly. she had been his friend since day one. richie went up to her and asked. he asked if she wanted to be his friend. she happily agreed. kids would never want to play with him cause he talk too much or would get in the way. beverly was the only one who stuck around. he breathed in deep and took a seat on a bench. the cold stung his nose a bit and his eyes started to water because of the cold. he was wearing light clothing because that was all he could find in the drawer for today. there weren't many clothes in the drawer but he used to have a lot. he spaced out thinking about getting back into the classroom and warming up. he was so, so cold.
when he snapped back into reality, he was staring at a boy who looked sad and alone on the swings. richie swore he saw a tear rolling down his cheek. beverly was with some other kids having fun so she wouldn't mind, right? richie stood up and started walking. he knew where he was going and he wanted to go there but it was like he had no control over his body.
"hey! what's your name?" richie said loud and as cheery as possible. just to make himself sound friendly which he was.
the boy slowly lifted his gaze to meet richie. he was kindly looking although he had a hint of sadness on his face.
he looked perfect. he WAS perfect. his eyes, so light, the color of milk chocolate with a bit too much milk. his hair, the color of his favorite cereal, coco puffs. his skin, so light it was almost translucent. it looked delicate. like if touched it would shatter or make a dent. and his smell. his smell! he smelled like peaches. fresh, ripe peaches picked straight (gay) off the tree.
richie felt a tingly feeling that started at the pit of his stomach to the very tip of his tongue. it wasn't exactly pleasant but it wasn't unpleasant. it was there and he didn't know how to get rid of-
before he could finish his thought the boy suddenly made a quick and sudden. movement. He didn't know what happened. he was not mentally present at the moment. all richie could see was the boy twisted so his head was resting on his back. he looked like one of those pretzel twists. it made the swing rock a bit back and forth.
"co- come again?" the boy was turned around to face him.
"um, what's your name? I'm richie" he said and held his hand out. waiting for the boy in front of him to collide his hand with his.
"eddie. nice to me- me- meet you" he said as he took richie's hand to lift himself up.
Richie (just add the glasses):
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Eddie:510 words
a/n: hi. also, eddie is going to have a stutter when he's little. his brain is working faster than his mouth because he's so smart. this is a real thing that happens to kids that are super smart.
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peaches || reddie
Teen Fictionrichie and eddie have known each other since kindergarten.