Eddie's perspective
As of now, I can fully understand why Bill and Stan couldn't stand Richie. The fact that one person possesses enough power to annoy literally anyone he wants to simply baffles me. At first, I thought that maybe he'd grown up a bit in these 6 long years. I was most certainly wrong.
As I watched in utter disbelief, Richie decided to start climbing up my bookshelf.
"Eds, Eds, Look. Now I'm even taller."
There was quite literally no point in protesting. I knew fine well that if I told Richie to get down, he would do the polar opposite.
"Hilarious, Richie."
I sighed, making sure to keep my speech bland, letting him know that his antics were not entertaining me at all.
I couldn't keep the bored expression for long as Richie flung himself off of the Bookshelf and landed on the floor, his legs suspended in the air. A fit of giggles pursued as I kicked unenthusiastically at his legs.
He sat up immediately, facing me with a scowl.
"See, that's what you get when you act like an idiot."
Richie rolled his eyes and propped himself up onto his shoulders, looking up at me from the ground as I picked at the corners of my duvet.
"Rude!"
I smiled and got off my bed, sitting beside him on the ground and crossing my legs. It was definitely hilarious, but I had to make sure he was okay.
"You brought that upon yourself, Rich. Did you hurt yourself?"
"I don't think so."
"You're sure?"
He fell back against the ground dramatically and placed a hand on his chest. "I don't think I'm okay, Eds. Bad fall, Really."
"Uhuh." I replied, clearly unimpressed
"What d'ya think, Dr. K? Will I live?"
I scoffed and laid down beside him, instantly regretting my action. I haven't cleaned this carpet in an unacceptable amount of time, ick. Ignoring the thought, I shoved the other boy on the side of the head playfully and smiled at the roof.
"Honestly? Hopefully not."
He shoved me back, gladly including himself in the playful scene. "Full of bitterness, Eds. I don't know how I put up with you."
"You literally just climbed up my bookshelf, go figure."
He nodded as if in agreement, stretching his arms out into the air and intertwining his hands with one another.
"It's been so long since I've been in here. Good memories." He acknowledged, turning his head to look at me and grinning. I looked back at him, raising my knees. God, he looked so stupid without his glasses. Being able to see his face properly was extremely risky. Only because it hurts to even look at it, obviously. ( The ugliness could be contagious )
I may tell myself that, but my brain knows well enough that I'm lying.
We stare at eachother for another while before I clear my throat and sit up. As he watched me walk away, an idea popped into my head. With a smile, I hurried over to my drawer and rummaged through a few shelves.
He perked his head up and eyed me curiously. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for something." I replied, before sighing in relief and proudly lifting my hand from the drawer, flinging a pair of glasses in his direction.
