Lying (Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader)

Breaks and Brakes

Y/N's POV
A funeral for Betty was held. No body retrieved but grieving still remained. Her parents and I seemed to cry the most. I couldn't handle being there for long and said goodbye to the two and told my mom that I wanted to go somewhere to clear my mind. I just went home and grabbed my bike then rode away. I couldn't even bother to change out of my funeral outfit. I was crying slightly, trying to figure out how to clear my head. I just rode my bike around town, practically losing my mind. Losing myself in thought.

Apparently too much in thought because I ended up falling off my bike, screaming in pain. "Fuck!!!"

I looked around me and noticed that my bike landed on top of me. I couldn't see why I fell off my bike, making me confused. I sighed and just closed my eyes. Tired of all of this.

"Y/N," I heard someone ask.

I opened my eyes and looked towards the voice, "E-Eddie?"

I saw him come towards me and kneel down, "how do you feel? You just fell down from your bike. Or flipped or something."

"I-I... let's just say I'm not okay. I just left Betty's funeral," I said pushing my bike off of me and sitting up.

"Funeral? That was kind of quick," he said.

"Well there was no body so it's not like there's a casket or anything."

He nodded and softly smiled, "how about you come inside. You'll probably feel better with some tea or something. I heard that a warm drink helps people feel comfy."

"Where'd you hear that," I asked as he helped me up.

"Somewhere," he said with a shrug, "here, let me take care of your bike."

I nodded and he put my bike on the side of the house. He then took my hand and brought me inside. He put his finger up to his lips, telling me to be quiet. I heard the TV going and nodded, knowing his mom was there. He brought me to his room, making sure his mom wouldn't hear us. He had me sit on his chair and I just watched him as he grabbed a first aid kit from under his bed.

"You have a first aid kit in here?"

"Yeah, my mom more so makes me keep it in here."

"You're not that fragile though. Have you've seen what you went through?"

He smiled widely as he sat next to me with the box, grabbing what he thought was needed, "I guess I have been through a lot. You're still stronger than I'll ever be, Y/N."

"How come?"

"You've gone through months of suffering not knowing where Betty was. You chose to look for her when you didn't have to. Well, technically have to. You went into that creepy house, practically saw her dead body. You went through the same feelings as her parents. Got bullied by both Greta and Bowers, from what I've heard. You've even punched Greta! Do you realize how strong you are? Emotionally and physically. You're crazy brave."

"Sometimes I feel more crazy than brave but with this new friend group I guess it doesn't matter. I'm glad to have you," I said with a smile.

"I'm glad to have you too," he says turning slightly red and focused more on fixing the cuts. He put bandaids on all of the cuts and looked towards me.

"Thanks Dr. K," I said.

"Thanks Dr. Y/N," he replied with a wide smile.

"So... about what your mom said when we got out of that creepy Neibolt house," I said looking at him, "what was she talking about?"

I watched as he immediately turned red, "w-what thing?"

"Don't act like you didn't hear. I know that window was rolled down all the way. She flat out said to Beverly that she was dirty and then glared at me and said 'you better not be the girl my son keeps talking about at home'."

"Did she say that? I don't remember her saying that last part. I heard her say something about Beverly but that was somewhat it."

"You keep making excuses, Eddie. Tell me the truth."

"Alright... I heard her say all that. Even the talking at home part. And she was right when she said that. I probably shouldn't have talked so much about it with her. Of course she's a blabber mouth."

"So you have a crush on me," I said crossing my arms, "that actually doesn't surprise me. Just from the way you seemed to act."

"Really? I didn't think I was so obvious when it came to that kind of thing. I've never really been good with all of that kind of stuff."

"I can tell. I'm not really good at it either but we're still young," I told him with a smile, grabbing his hand, "either way it doesn't matter cause I like you too. Being good at these kind of things when we're dealing with that shitty clown is like a cow trying to fly or something."

"That is the weirdest comparison I've ever heard," he said and I stood up.

"I've read weirder comparisons. You should look into reading more things," I told him then kissed him. He kissed me back and I pulled away after with a wide smile. "Love ya Dr. K. Now how exactly do you expect me to leave your place when your mom is a little... y'know."

"I love you too Dr. Y/N and I can just talk to my mom while you make your way out and then I can join you after," he shrugged. I nodded and we went down the stairs. He went and talked to his mom about something and I made my way out of the house and to my bike. I heard the door close not too long after and saw him walk towards me.

"I told her that I was going down to the drug store so we kinda have to go there," he told me.

I nodded and we biked over. We did a bunch of stuff downtown; went to the drugstore, had ice cream, went to thrift stores and put on stupid clothes and items. We eventually went our separate ways and I was home and safe. Still distraught over Betty but feeling better and feeling like she's in a better place.

I laid in my bed and stared up at the ceiling and I spoke to her, "you love gotta be in heaven or we're both screwed."

A/N: Funeral/Chapter Outfit