The notebook- a reddie au

the carnival

It was another cold day in the nursing home that richie was sent to be in due to his old age, i mean, time really does fly when you have fun doesn't it.

He made his way down the hallway with his handwritten book stuffed underneath his arm. He was on his way to go read to his husband, eddie kaspbrak, who was situated inside of his mother's home.

You see, he was diagnosed with dementia a few years back which meant he couldn't stay in a nursing home, the doctors recommended him to stay somewhere that would do him some good, and in this case, it was his mother's house.

Richie found himself walking up the hallway to Eddie's room, where he found his caretaker trying to persuade him to go outside. "Come on now, honey. Some fresh air would do you some good."

Richie cleared his throat slightly to make his presence be known and the caretaker turns around and makes her way towards him. "Hello, rich. Im sorry but today is not a good day, he's not feeling up for anything." She whispered, an apologetic tone visible in her voice. Richie nodded, looking down for a few moments before a small voice broke the silence.

"Whos that?" Eddie muttered, eyebrows furrowed as he investigated richie's appearance. The caretaker turned around and walked closer to Eddie as richie lifted his head to meet his lover's eyes.

"This is Richie, he's come to read to you." She clarified. "Read?" He shook his head as if to say no. "No, i dont know.." eddie simply felt too out of place to listen to somebody read today. "Oh come on, hes a very funny man, im sure you'll like him." She attempted to persuade him and it ended up working when eddie looked up and met richie's stare, his eyebrows lifted up a bit and a small grin was on the taller man's face.

Eddie walks towards richie slowly and intertwines their hands, making their way to the conservatory room.

They both sat down across from each other and richie opened his book and placed his glasses on his eyes. "Ahh...alright now, where did we leave off?" Eddie simply looked at him, not saying a word. Richie got the hint, he probably couldn't remember. "Oh yes, it was the night of the carnival." He said, a small smile on his face as he replayed the memory in his mind.

"I was there with my friend's Bill, Ben, and Mike. Meanwhile, you were with your friends." "My friends?.." eddie asked in a curious tone. "Beverly and Stanley, dear." Richie clarified, a soft smile on his face. "June sixth, 1941. We were both seventeen years young."

FLASHBACK

"Little man wins a prize!" The game operator yelled as Bill rolled his eyes. He was playing one of those stupid chance games and actually won, but he won one of those stupidly small teddy bears.

"Damn it!" He exclaimed. "Thank you for playing." The man grinned whilst Bill scoffed. "H-Ha, you're real funny." He groaned and looked over to where Mike, Richie, and Ben were standing off to the side.

"Man, i totally clobbered that thing. Im telling ya' these games are fixed to make you lose.." He complained and Ben snickered, hitting his shoulder playfully. "Man, it's a game of chance. Those things are practically impossible to win." He explained which made him feel a little bit calmer.

They kept making their way towards the bumper cars, where Ben's friends were playing. They all leaned against the fence as they began to observe the other group. There was Stanley, who was bumping into Beverly, who then bumped into a boy with short brown hair and the cutest smile ever.

The mysterious boy giggled when his friends bumped into his car, trying to swerve away from them. His beautiful brown locks were being blown back by the force of the wind whilst his wide, honey eyes were shut.