~Memories~{REDDIE]

Chapter Six

A/N: It chapter 1 & 2 binging, havin fun, bein gay, I WANT TO CRY

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Richie's POV:

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"Looks like they already built a house on top of it."

"Yeah no shit, we can't just trespass like that."

"Well its the only way to get everyone to remember you."

"Ok, fine, call Mike."

I called him, it rung for a couple of seconds before he picked up.

"Hey, you found it yet?"

"Yeah, but there's already a house built on top, we can't just go in it."

"Well, maybe try to befriend whoever lives there, you need to get into the caves, Rich."

I sighed, "Are you sure it's the only way?"

"Yes, now, go try and make some conversation, I'll keep looking on how to do this."

I mumbled an 'okay' and hung up, parking on the side of the road, right across from the house.

"I am not in the mood to talk to random people."

"Then you shouldn't have woken me from my coma, asshat, now lets go."

I got out, shivering at the cold air.

Sighing, I walked across the street, Eddie was looking around behind me.

"Man I really don't want to go talk to random people."

"I don't think you'll have to, Rich."

I turned around, he was looking at a small poster with some writing on it, stuck to a random fence gate.

"What the hell is this?"

"Read it."

'Halloween Party being hosted here, anyone who see's this can come! 7PM to 4AM, October 31, At The Old Well House :)'

"Well that seems oddly convenient."

"It's only a week away, too."

"You're right, we should just go then, make things less awkward."

"Yeah, ok. I wanna go back to the hotel, I'm exhausted."

"You were in a literal fucking coma, you got enough sleep."

"No not really asshole, lets just go."

I smiled, getting back in the car.

"I should let Mike know."

I called him.

"Hey, Mikey, good news!"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"There's gonna be a party there in a week, so I don't have to make shitty conversation with random people about why I wanna go inside their house."

"Great! Thats great, all of us can go, right?"

"Yeah, at least thats what the sign said. All of us can go."

"Ok, I found out exactly what to do to get our memories back, so I'll be heading to the hotel soon-"

"Can it be in like a few hours? I'm tired as shit," Eddie said.

"Oh, yeah, ok. I'll see you soon."

I hung up, sighing.

"This isn't as bad as I thought it would be."

"Yeah I guess, we're still going to have to wait a full week though before we can get anything actually done."

"I know, but at least we can do something about it."

He smiled, making my heart melt.

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Once they got to the hotel

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I fell on the bed, taking my phone out and mindlessly scrolled through Twitter.

Eddie had went to his own room.

Now that I'm thinking about this, whole thing.

Does Eddie like me back? I mean, we were holding hands earlier, and he didn't seem to be mad when I basically confessed to him..

Or maybe he just has brain damage from the coma.

*knock*

I got up, opening the door, "Hello-?"

"I uhm- I just thought it wasn't a good idea to be alone after being in a literal coma.. So, can I sleep on the couch?"

I blushed lightly, "Yeah, sure."

I let him come in and he closed the door, I sat on the bed, letting my head rest against the wall.

He went to the couch and laid down, turning away from me.

I couldn't help but stare, after twenty-seven years, I'm still in love with him. God, I never got over him.

After about thirty minuets he fell asleep and I was half asleep, smiling to myself as I fully closed my eyes.

Maybe he does love me back.

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607 WORDSSSS

SO MUCH INSPO

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CRIES
YES

Am I writing fanfic about 40 year old gay men in a horror movie? Yes, am I ashamed? Hell no.

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