cash in. (au story)

chapter 9; arguing.

friday was a pretty normal day, richie was feeling much better and kevin was back to his display-an-asshole-attitude kind of act.

and by normal, that means they fought a lot.

"NO, idiot!" kevin yelled. richie threw his arms up.

"i give up then!" richie exclaimed, dropping the red medicine bottle on the table.

"it's not that fuckin' hard!"

"your dad is," richie snapped back. kevin elbowed him in the arm as hard as he could, leaving richie to grab it and complain.

"do you need me to make a chart for you or something?! they're sorted alphabetically so you can figure out where it is easier!" kevin yelped.

"like i know what comes after 't' in the alphabet!" richie said, grabbing the bottle.

"jesus, you're actually retarded!"

"ding ding ding!"

"wow. first things you've actually been on point about." kevin set down three more bottles. "sort 'em."

"i don't know my alphabet," richie shrugged. kevin nearly screamed as he grabbed a laminated alphabet paper from the wall and brought it to richie.

"IT'S RIGHT HERE!" he yelled, smacking it on the table.

"i know your mcchicken-loving cheeto-sucking ass does not have an alphabet chart in your storage room at work when you're sixteen," richie said.

"this is for fourteen year old professional retards like you who don't know their alphabet. and where do they normally end up? FIRED."

"and hopefully far, far away from derry and the wretched, sour scent of your grandma's vagina," richie regaled. kevin shoved the boy over, who fell against the floor with a loud yelp.

"disgusting, dude! get the fuck up, dipshit, you got work to do! go, go, go!" kevin screamed. richie rolled his eyes and stood up, knee cramping slightly.

"where are the 't's?"

kevin face-palmed. "where have i gone wrong?" kevin whispered. "like i said before; RIGHT. THERE."

"looks like someone's funny bone is broken," richie teased without a smile, placing the bottle next to another one. kevin almost started freaking out so hard that the table was nearly on the ground upside-down.

"'E' IS BEFORE 'I' IN THE ALPHABET!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. richie couldn't help but laugh as he placed the bottle in the correct place. "GOD!"

"you should totally just leave me alone in here to do this," richie tried to persuade. kevin huffed.

"no, because you can't fucking handle it not to be a JACKASS and all of the bottles will be out of order!"

"how dare you think so low of me? that i were to stoop so low? bold of you to assume. you truly have no hope in me!" richie said. kevin glared at him with his arms crossed. "i was just going to have them all alphabetically backwards."

"EXACTLY!" kevin screamed. "i'm getting water. if you pull any stupid shit, you're fired."

richie sighed, tempted to do something stupid but unwilling to lose his only way to survive besides eddie's house.

after about five minutes, kevin entered to richie easily putting away the bottles without a single question. kevin watched while drinking water as he did so, calming himself down.

richie noticed the boy standing behind him after a few minutes and turned around with a grin. "see? i'm not all that shitty of a co-worker!"

"yeah right," he said, putting the cap on the waterbottle and setting it down, walking up next to richie. "so, do you watch any horror movies?"