A reddie love story | Richie tozier x Eddie kaspbrak

After party?

Eddie's POV💊
Eddie = 💊
Richie=🕹

I see my best friend Richie Tozier standing underneath a tree wearing a purple suit and his goofy glasses that make him look like he has either Cadillacs or bug eyes, either way he looks nervous. I look at him confused and he turns a bright shade of reddish pink. I look over to see a table with drinks and snacks (mostly just punch and fruit roll ups). There's a disco ball hanging above Richie shinning light and the bushes surrounding the smaller clearing have lights tangled around them

💊: what the fuck is this, Rich?
🕹: i-- it--THEY--

I just look even more confused as he trys to spit out what he's saying

🕹: this--

Richie tells as the disco ball falls down to the ground and he flails his arms in fear. I look confused but concerned he smiles then retches

💊: are you okay?
🕹: (gulps)

Richie nods his head, his hands in fists at his sides. I look at his hands, there shaky and sweaty, he wipes the sweat off on his pants. I look concerned but a lot less confused

💊: what's with the oldies music?
🕹: your mom likes oldies music!
💊: okay. I'm done.

I turn around and started walking away.

🕹: WAIT!

Richie yells and he throws bug spray at my back. It hits my back and falls to the ground I turn around and look angry

💊: Hm?

I turn around fully and pick up the bug spray. I look up at Richie with an eyebrow raised an one hand one my hip.

🕹: I tried to... Uh... Think ahead? (Nervous laughs)

He's a nervous blushing mess as he explains why he has bug spray. I bite the cap off, spit the cap out on the ground, and started spraying my already covered in bug bite arms.

💊: so this is why you weren't at the dance? You were putting together an after-party?

I walk closer towards him

💊: don't think this fucking makes up for ditching me. Tonight seriously

I hold my shit a little down so he can spray my neck.

💊: SUCKED. We all agreed to go stag (that means just by themselves no dates)

I lean down and spray my legs.

💊: (except Bill-- whatever-- screw him) and I didn't even want to fucking GO but you SAID you were coming

Richie puts his hand over his face as I wag my finger in front of him in anger.

💊: and then I get stuck standing in a corner while Greta fucking Keene

I walk around the tree that Richie is leaning against.

💊: snaps the back of my suspenders for half an hour.
🕹: (snickers)
💊: this funny?
🕹: No..! S-sorry.

Richie rubs the back of his neck. And looks up at me.

💊: whatever. It's done. But you fucking owe me. Where's everyone else? Why did Bev and Ben bail?
🕹: ummm... This is it.
💊: Hm?

Richie started getting annoyed by all my questioning.

🕹: dude, I didn't want to go to the fucking Sadie Hawkins dance stag. That's about as depressing as it gets.

I cross my arms and raise and eyebrow as he explains annoyed.

💊: welcome to my world, asshole.
🕹:NO--UGHH!! ... EDDIE!

He has his arms out to his side as he looks at me nervously and anxiously.

💊: uhhhm, RICHIE..!
🕹: AUGGH!
💊: God, you are being so fucking weird tonight.

Richie leans against the tree as I walk over to the snack table.

A/n
Chapter 2 out now! If you have any criticism let me know or any compliments. I know one of the lines says I hold down my shit it's ment to say shirt but I wanted to keep it like that.

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