hope ur ok || richie angst book 👍

Little Do You Know.

"Rich, lunch is over. Come on," Eddie mumbled to the sleeping boy, shaking him to wake him up. Richie only furrowed his eyebrows and hugged Eddie, letting his head rest in the crook of the boy's neck. Eddie sighed in a concerned manner and hugged him back. "You okay?" he whispered.

"Mm," Richie hummed. He didn't want to leave yet, just wished he could sleep forever.

"Come on guys, I don't wanna be late," Stanley argued, joining everyone else in standing.

"We'll be there soon," Eddie uttered to Stanley, standing and holding Richie in a hug. He helped Richie, walking the opposite direction of everyone else and heading outside of the school.

"You guys better show up to class!" Beverly remarked, sighing when the two were gone. "I'm going to fucking kill Henry."

"Count me in," Stanley mumbled.

"He's not at school today," Mike sighed.

"Then how did he get hurt?" Beverly asked.

"He said Bowers caught him before school," Mike reiterated Richie's words.

"Isn't Henry on a trip?" Bill asked.

"What?" Mike mumbled.

"H-He-e's out of town.." Bill uttered.

The Losers all stopped in their tracks. "So.. Mike really was right..?"

"Holy shit," Beverly mumbled. "So wait- then what happened?!" she exclaimed, worried.

"Alright, that's it. Clubhouse tonight, everyone there. We're going to find out what the fuck is wrong with Richie," Stanley directed. The Losers hesitantly nodded.

"Great idea. S-See you guys tonight. And next period," Bill said and walked away dramatically. Beverly chuckled and the other four followed him to P.E. class.

Eddie and Richie sat behind the school to avoid being seen. Richie was fast asleep on his shoulder, and Eddie's arm was around Richie's dormant body.

"Richie? Are you awake?" Eddie asked. Richie barely opened his eyes, looking at the floor.

"Mhm," he hummed, not wanting to say anything. He just wanted to continue to listen to Eddie's voice.

"Hey," Eddie whispered. He used his other hand and interlocked fingers with Richie, holding his hand. He heard Richie sniff and looked down. "Are you okay?"

Richie shook his head and let go of Eddie's hand to wrap his arms around the boy. "Don't let go," Richie mumbled.

"I wasn't planning on it any time soon, Rich," Eddie said genially, hugging him back. "What's going on with you?"

Richie shrugged. "Don't ask me that."

"Okay.. What did Henry say.. or.. do to you?" Eddie asked hesitantly.

"Stabbed my arm, I told you," Richie uttered into his shoulder.

"No, you wouldn't act like this if he had only hurt you physically. I know you better than that," Eddie spoke scornfully.

"He.. didn't say anything," Richie mumbled.

"Don't be stubborn."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Eddie sat in silence for a moment and he sighed. "You may not want to, but something happened and I need to know what or else I can't help-" he began to ramble, before getting cut off by the sound of a sob. "Richie?"

"I told you, I don't wanna talk about it," Richie cried, trying at everything to hold back his sobs.

"Hey, it's okay. Calm down, don't cry," Eddie stuttered speechlessly. He didn't know what to say. "I won't make you."