The End Of Us || losers club ✔️

thirty two

thirty two - me too

Eddie unlocks the front door to the Denbrough's house. "Bill home?" Richie asks, peering deeper into the house.

"No," Eddie replies. "He and his parents are visiting family a couple hours away. They'll be back tomorrow morning."

Richie nods and lets Eddie enter the house while he stays on the porch. Eddie holds the door open expectingly, looking at Richie, waiting.

"I'm coming in?" Richie sputters out, sounding like half-question, half-statement.

Eddie gives him a look as if to say Yes, dumbass. Richie gives him a small smile and enters the house. The Denbrough's thankfully live in a four bedroom house, meaning there's enough bedrooms for Bill, Eddie, the parents, and the room that will forever remain the same.

Richie leaves his bag of groceries on the front entrance table, kicks his sneakers under it, and follows Eddie down the hallway. The room at the end of the hall was once a playroom, then a movie room, then used for storage, and now with the boxes cleared and floor swept and mopped, was Eddie's bedroom.

Richie looked around a took it in. There wasn't much. A mattress with blue and green sheets supported by a wooden bed frame. There were soft white curtains hanging in front of the windows and small figurines lining the sill. It took a moment of racking his brain, but finally Richie realized those were his old figurines. Eddie plops down on his perfectly made bed and Richie doesn't bring them up. There's a desk with papers stacked neatly off to the side. A backpack sits in the chair. Richie walks over and takes a look at what seems to be school supplies.

"Yeah.. I graduated," says Eddie. He's shy when saying it. Richie looks over at him.

"Graduated?" He asks. "Like.. as in high school?"

Eddie gives him another look as before. "Yes, dumbass. Like as in high school," he mocks. "The Denbrough's enrolled me in home school and I'm taking classes at the community college in a town over."

Richie stares at him, a little wide eyed and taken aback. "Wow, uh.." He breaths out. "Thats amazing. I'm happy for you." Truthfully, Richie is happy, but there's a pang of jealously there as well.

Fuck. What's he supposed to do? Be a nineteen year old sophomore? Get his GED? How would he even do that?

"What are you studying in college?" He asks instead. Eddie just shrugs. "Nothing," he replies, "I'm just getting the requirements out of the way. Not sure on what I want to become."

Richie moves to sit with Eddie on the bed. Eddie shifts so he's sitting near his pillows, legs crossed. Richie sits on the end of the bed, laid back and propped up on his elbows.

"Not even a doctor?" Richie asks. "Dr. Eds really slides off the tongue you know."

Eddie shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. "No. I don't want anything to do with.. medication and shit like that."

"Totally," Richie says with a nod. "Well I think a nine-to-five would suit you well. An office job where all you do is sit on your ass and take calls."

Eddie's face contorts to a look of disscontempt. "Really? An office job? That's what you think is in my future?" He asks.

Richie shrugs, a smile on his face. "Yeah," he says, giving into Eddie's annoyance. "A totally boring job. Like.. at an insurance company or something. That sounds totally boring."