When Richie Tozier comes back home after staying with his dad in Derry all year, he brings his best friend Eddie Kaspbrak with him.
This is a Stranger things and IT fanfiction book
In this au Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler are siblings.
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Stacey's Valentine's Day party, they were somehow invited? Remember, this book takes place in season 3 because it's how I envisioned it; however, you guys can imagine it however you want!"
The entire party, and Richie and Eddie, were all invited to Stacy's party, like everyone in the school was invited, and everyone could bring a plus one
Eddie and Richie were awkwardly standing by a wall in Stacy's living room; they knew no one there but the party, and were going to leave as soon as they were isolated, which they were.
"You wanna leave now?" Richie says, cringing at the way people acted, singing terribly to songs, dancing awkwardly, drinking shit they were too young to be drinking. Eddie sighed in relief, taking Richie's hand. "Yeah, I don't know how people could ever think this is fun. Get me out of here."
Richie laughed at his words, glad he could count on Eddie to relate to him, he walkes Eddie out of the house, half because he didn't want him to get lost, and half because he wanted to hold Eddie's hand.
Now they sit on a nearby bench by the house, huddled together since it was cold out. "This is so fucking stupid," Eddie complains, his arms flailing in annoyance. "It's fuckin Valentine's day, and we have no Valentine, no chocolate, and no love. We're just out in the cold because we were dragged to Stacy's shitty party." He ranted, rolling his eyes and grunting. Richie tried his hardest not to laugh beside him.
"Relax, Ed's. We can make it work." Richie says, looking over to Eddie with a smirk; however, Eddie's eyes were elsewhere.
"Don't call me that, and how the hell are we going to do that, Richie?" Eddie says, his gaze still on the ground, kicking rocks onto the road. Richie smiled, still holding in his laugh, then he wrapped his arm around Eddie.
"I mean, we could be each other's Valentine's, and I love you, of course. I also know you love me, because who doesn't?" Richie says confidently, leaning into Eddie, making him turn to look at him, and lean back from Richie. "Beep, Beep, Richie." He says, making a disgusted face, even though he secretly liked it; however, Richie knew he liked it, and he was serious.
"Please, Ed's? God, two guys can be Valentine's, so why can't we be that?" Richie says, his tone now more serious and yearning. Eddie's disgusted expression softened, and he actually thought about it.
Richie's heart rate went up at the sight of Eddie's consideration. "Please, please, please, Ed's," he thought, praying that he'd say yes.
"I don't know, can we just go back to your house first?" Richie rolled his eyes, flailing his arms in frustration. "Goddamn it, Eddie," Richie says as he stands up and stomps off. Eddie stood up once he saw Richie walking off, running after him. "I'm sorry, Richie! It's just weird since we're friends, like best friends." He says, (Do you get deja vu?) and Richie's jaw drops, before he sighs and tries to act cool. "Just shut up, Eddie, I'm not even mad."
"Yes, you are! You're literally passive-aggressively calling me my name instead of Ed's! He yells, frowning as he tries to catch up. He was upset, Richie was upset, goddamn it, they should just kiss.
Richie was pissed because not only did Eddie not properly answer the question, but he also friend-zoned the fuck outta him. "I'm not mad, Ed's! You don't have to be my Valentine; it's whatever." He says, trying to play it cool as they arrive at the house, it wasn't too far from Stacy's. Eddie stayed behind, groaning in frustration.
"You can't act like a baby cause I didn't answer your goddamn question, Richie!" He yells as they walk towards the basement. "Leave it, Ed's," Richie says, a calm contrast to Eddie's aggression, and he sits down on the couch as soon as he gets the chance, and Eddie stands in front of him, going off. "Richie, no! You're mad at me, and it's making me mad at you, as a matter of fact, I'm already fucking mad at you!" Eddie rants, and Richie groans, burying his head in his hands. He wasn't even mad anymore, and he couldn't be annoyed because it was Eddie, he always crashed out and Richie thought it was cute. "Do you want me to kiss you to prove I'm not mad?" Richie says against his muffled hands, Eddie shut up for like a second, thinking about it. "No, that doesn't prove anything!"
Richie rolls his eyes and quickly stands up, stepping close to Eddie, then placing his hands on his cheeks, and kissing him deeply. He didn't start soft; it was a "Shut the fuck up and let me love you" kind of kiss, a kiss that they shared a lot lately. Eddie melted into the kiss; he didn't feel like Richie was mad anymore. Guess it did prove something.
Richie pulled away first, leaving Eddie a little annoyed. "So, you aren't mad at me?" Eddie states, and Richie nods slowly. "I'll make out with you if you'd be my Valentine, though?" Richie says softly, making Eddie sigh in relief. "Good thing I was gonna agree, as friends, though, right?" He asks, and Richie cringes slightly, forcing himself to smile through the pain.
"Best friends."
While Eddie and Richie were painfully friend-zoning each other, Mike was itching for a moment alone with Will. Girls kept walking up to Will every second.
"Hiiii, Will!" Said one girl, her friend hit her arm in response as her face fell from a smile to serious. "I thought I was talking to Will?" She whispers angrily, and her friend rolls her eyes. "I don't fucking want frogface!" She whispered back, causing them to argue over who gets Will. Will walks off, taking Mike's hand. "Come on, Mike." He says as he drags Mike over to the bathroom hallway.
Mike practically can't keep his gaze off of Will. Mike really wanted to kiss Will, or do something to show those girls he was off limits. Or, maybe he wanted to be alone with him.
Will wanted to get him alone, too, because he had something to give him, something he made that he wanted to give to him.
"You want to go to someone's room or something? Somewhere like... private?" Mike asks, causing Will's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. "That's... I mean... Yeah, I'm cool with that." Will says softly, but Mike frowns. "No, what were you gonna say before that?" He asks.
Will chuckled softly. "Nothing, I was just not expecting you to ask me to go somewhere private with you." Will laughed, and Mike scoffed, rolling his eyes, even though he was obviously hiding how flustered he was. "You're just dirty-minded, Will."
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Author's note: DON'T EXECUTE ME, MY KEYBOARD IS FUCKED RN. (Like the charger is not working well, and my keyboard keeps cutting off.) I'LL UPDATE AS SOON AS I CAN.
