saved by you |reddie|

16.

ring. ring. ring.

eddie. or what i assumed to be eddie.

i picked up the phone, just in case the love of my life had called me.

"tozier residence."

there was two breathes then the line went dead. i knew those two breathes. they sounded like they were gasping for air.

eddie.

eddie called me.

he didn't say anything back.

did he actually want to call me?

why didn't he say anything back?

i went back to my room and sobbed. i don't think me and eddie will get back together anytime soon. or even talk. or anything. we aren't friends anymore.

we're not friends.

we're not friends.

we're not friends.

we're not. . .

"richie!" i hear my mom call for me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

i quickly wipped my tears. my face was splotchy and my eyes were quite swollen and red.

"yeah?" i call back, my voice cracking.

"stan's here."

my heart started beating fast. i missed him. i jumped out of my bed and tried to make myself look presentable. he'll ask questions. he'll know i've been crying.

i met stanley in the living room, him sitting on the couch with my mother.

"hey, stan the man." i say, voice weak and dead-sounding.

"hey, rich my bitch," he replies in a concerned voice. "you okay?"

i stay silent, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to tell the truth. besides, who would care anyway?

stan looks at my mother with a worried expression on his face, my mother just looked back at him and shrugged her shoulders.

"he's been like this for a while," she said like i wasn't there. like i wasn't in the room.

stan turns back to me, and with the softest expression and voice, he says, "richie, i talked to eddie a few days ago."

at first, i thought he was gonna say some sappy shit that everyone says when someone is clearly depressed-well i can't say depressed, i don't have depression, or at least not diagnosed- like "i'm here for you," "i love you," "you can talk to me if you need to," and i'm glad he didn't, but he brought up eddie, which currently, was a bad idea.

"what did you two talk about?" i decide to say, realising i was quiet for a bit.

"he said he misses you and wants you to call him."

oh.

"oh."

"here, i'll call him with you, i know something happened. if you decide to pull your ugly ass head out of your ass and talk to him and clear things up, both of you wouldn't be miserable."

i laughed. i laughed for the first time in a while. i laughed so hard my face started to hurt. then i started to cry.

"hey, hey, hey, why are you crying?" stan asks in a panic.

"i don't know," i say between sobs and laughs.

my mom and stan just looked at me until i calmed my ass down from the mix of emotions i was feeling. i don't know what happened, the roller-coaster of emotions was so strong i couldn't stop it.

"do you want me to call eddie?"

"yeah."

so stan dials his number and puts the phone against my ear.

"hello?" eddie speaks.

i just stand there, not knowing what to say. i'm frozen in place.

"richie?"

"hey eds," i finally say. my voice is unsteady and quiet. definitely not something the losers are used to, let alone eddie kaspbrak.

"are you okay?"

i smile, even though i know eddie can't see it, "i'm great."

"you sure?" he asks.

"no," i whisper, hanging up right away.

what the fuck is wrong with me?

bro i haven't wrote in so long i'm really sorry.