A failed revenge (reddie)

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It was an ordinary day for Eddie, He was sitting on the hammock reading a comic in the loser's hangout when he heard some commotion above. Eddie went to see what was going on, he saw Richie hiding his and Eddie's bike in some bushes. Eddie has a confused look that turns into worry. Richies face dripping with blood and some tears. His face was bruised so were his arms and legs.

"Richie, what happened to you?" Eddie says in confusion, Richie runs over and pushes Eddie down the ladder, he hops down quickly and closes the hatch.

"Richie what the fuck man?" Eddie says with confusion and worry.
"Shut up ed."
Richie puts his hand over Eddie's mouth. Suddenly there was yelling from above.

"Where the fuck are you!"
It seems like the voice was from Henry Bowers. Eddie knew immediately what was going on. Bowers looked around but by some miracle, he didn't see the bikes.

After ten minutes it was silent it seemed like Bowers had left. Richie sighs with relief. Eddie looked so worried for his well-being.

"Are you ok Richie?" Eddie said his voice a little shaky. "I'm fine eds. I swear." Richie had always been a bad liar so Eddie knew this even if he was not dripping blood onto the dirt-covered plywood floor.

"You're not fine Richie! What the fuck happened to you!" Eddie raised his voice in concern. "Bowers beat me up again." Richie hung his head in shame as he said this.

"Richie, why did you even fight with him? I told you that it's a stupid idea." He spoke in an annoyed tone. "I didn't spaghetti. He just came up and started beating the shit out of me." Richie said as he wiped the blood from under his nose. Eddie didn't fully believe him but he couldn't see one of his best friends like this. Even if he was annoying most days.

"Richie, just sit down and I'll come back in a bit with some bandages. I should have some at my house. Since my mother isn't home she won't question anything." Richie placed his hand on Richie's shoulder to attempt to comfort him.

Richie nods and removes some blood from his face with his sleeve. He blood-stained Richie Hawaiian shirt.

Eddie takes a better look at Richie and sees that his glasses are broken. "You dumb ass. You broke your glasses." Eddie spoke then took Richie's glasses off of his face. He wiped the chipped glass in between his shirt before putting it back on Richie's face. "Better?" He asked

"A little. thanks, Eds." Richie forces a smile upon his face. Eddie feels pity for him. He hugs Richie tightly. Richie clenches his fists and teeth in pain. He pulls away from him in an instant with fear that he has hurt Richie.

"Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" He spoke with woe
Richie looked at him with a smile
"I'm ok Eddie spaghetti."
"But you're not ok Richie you're still bleeding."
"Eddie, I'm fine. Just get those bandages ok?"
"Fine, I'll be back as soon as possible, ok?"
Richie went and plopped down on the hammock. It swayed with the new sudden pressure.
Eddie waved a quick goodbye and opened the hatch. He hopped out and closed it behind him, just in case Bowers was still looking for him.

Richie tried to think about anything else but the pain as he waited. It had not worked. Richie tries to wipe the dried blood against his face. Bits of the blood crumbles onto his shirt.

(ah why did I have to get in a fight with Bowers? I'm such an idiot. Well, I couldn't just let him make fun of Eddie! I just lost my temper that's all. But why did I get so upset? It's not like I like him in any way like that. Do I? What no I can't. I can't have a crush on my best friend!) Richie thought to himself as he was alone in this dark enclosed place.

Twenty minutes pass and the hatch begins to open. Richie sits up in fear of who is there. Eddie peaks down into the hang-out to see if Richie has stayed.

"Fuck man you gave me a heart attack!" Richie yelled but overall, he was relieved. Eddie chuckles "Sorry man." He hops down with a backpack in hand. Richie walks over and sits down on the hammock beside Him. "Feel any better?" Eddie said with a little bit of worry in his voice. "Not really," Richie said as if it was nothing.

Eddie zipped open the backpack he had in his hand and took out a Cotton cloth and a water bottle. He pours a little water against the cloth. Be began to wipe the dried crusty blood off of Richie's face as gently as possible so, as to not open up a wound again.

Richie begins to feel weird. His heart beat faster, a warm feeling all over his body, and a small smile on his face. "Thanks, Eds," Richie says with a tint of red on his cheeks. It was mostly covered with the amount of bruises and swelling. "It's no problem, Richie." Eddie continues to wipe off the blood that stuck upon Richie's face. "Thank you, doctor Eddie." Richie chuckles. Eddie blushes slightly at the nickname. "Shut up and stop moving." Eddie rolls his eyes and acts annoyed.

A few minutes later

"They're all cleaned up." Eddie gives a small smile. "Why are you being so nice to me today?" Eddie tilts his head slightly as he speaks. "Well, who else is going to be? Look I felt bad. Like, look at you, Richie." Eddie points out how badly he was beaten up. "I guess you're right." He sighs. "You're not upset rich?" He spoke as he twisted the cloth and water fell onto the floor soaking into the wood. "Well of course I am. I just can't fight that's all." Richie looks down and picks at his nail beds. "Who said we can't get revenge without fighting?"

Richie looked very intrigued "What are you implying?"

"Oh, just a 'little' prank on Bowers that's all." Eddie smiles devilishly. "You know, scare him into not messing with you again." Eddie had never spoken like this before. he had never suggested revenge before.
"What's the plan then Eds?"