Do Not Fucking Touch Me // Reddie

Two

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Richie says to Eddie. The boys part ways and bike home.

Eddie bikes past the house he first saw Pennywise at before. Shivers encompass his whole body. He takes a hit of his inhaler. The door to the house opens, and he speeds off on his bike immediately. He doesn't want to see the leper again. Just because he faced him in the sewers does not mean he would like to relive the thrilling experience.

Eddie arrives home and sees his mother on the couch, asleep. She didn't know that Eddie had left at all, and especially to go hang out with Richie.

She assumed that Richie was the one who broke Eddie's arm in the first place. Richie was mean to Eddie at times, but it was never bullying or violent. He would tease Eddie and the two would participate in mutual insulting banter. They were kids. It was fun.

Eddie nevertheless walks by the living room carefully, making sure to not make a single sound or his mother might wake. He eventually gets to his room and slumps on his bed.

Even though he found out his pills weren't really doing anything for him, and that they were full of placebos (or gazebos, if you will), but he continues to take them. He had convinced himself that they did something before, so subconsciously he felt better after taking them.

He is feeling quite horrible lately, what with the horrifying clown terrorizing the town, and the nightmares he's been having. He shuffles into the bathroom and opens the cabinet doors. On the top shelf, which he cannot reach due to his short height, he sees it. He pulls himself onto the countertop and stretches his arm as far upward as it can go. He grabs the pill bottle and opens it. He does it slowly so he does not wake his mother. Sneaking out is one thing, but stealing her antidepressants would unleash a whole different kind of angry in Mrs. Kapsbrack.

He skillfully pulls out two of the tiny white pills and tosses them into his mouth. With the great amount of medicines he takes daily, two small pills are not even enough to require water to wash them down with.

He gets in his room and sighs. His mother is still asleep. Snoring is audible from the other room. He jumps at once, hearing the static noises of a walkie talkie under his bed.

He jumps down and searches under the bed with his good arm stretched out, throwing toys and magazines about medicine out of the way.

He finally finds the source of the noise. The walkie talkie turned on by itself, or so it seems.

"Eddie!" A voice on the the frequency says that he recognizes immediately as Bill.

"My mom's sleeping. Could you be louder?" Eddie whisper yelled.

"S-s-sorry. An-anyway, we're holding an emergency losers club meeting at the Barracks tonight. M-midnight," Bill stutters.

Eddie responds right away. "No. Not happening. Are you crazy?"

"Come on... the c-clown is g-g-g-gone."

Eddie sighed. "If I can get out of the house. My mom's been watching me like a hawk ever since I broke my arm."

"Just try, ok."

"I said I don't know if I can. Besides, I don't want to go out at night alone."

"Well, then someone will come meet you at your house and go with you," Bill offered.

Eddie sighed again. "Fine, see you at midnight. Over."