Do Not Fucking Touch Me // Reddie

Twelve

(Eddie's POV)

The credits rolled and the lights went up. Richie had fallen asleep holding me. I was still comforted even though he was snoring beside me. He would pull me in closer while still sleeping occasionally. I loved that. I shook him and his eyes popped open. He looked around, trying to comprehend what was going on.

"Rich, the movie's over." Bill and Beverly walked out smiling at each other. Richie sleepily kissed my cheek.

"Alright, let's go."

We walked down the stairs and out the exit doors to the lobby. "I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," he said. He walked off and I was left alone. The crowd around me seemed pretty big. I hated crowds. I leaned against the popcorn machine and looked at the ground.

"Well, if it isn't Wheezy Kapsbrack," I heard a voice say.

I looked up and standing in front of me were Victor and Peter, Henry Bowers' friends.

"Shit," I whispered to myself.

They laughed and started to edge in on me, cornering me. I clutched my inhaler in my hand.

"What's your cast say? Lover or Loser?" Peter asked, laughing.

I didn't respond. "I'm going to go with loser. That's all you'll ever be. That's all any of you will ever be," taunts Victor.

Suddenly, Richie appears beside me. "Why don't you dumb fucks leave him alone?"

I looked up at him and for a brief moment, I smiled. Victor pushed him against the wall. I clenched my fist.

"Trashmouth Tozier," Victor said, with his hand wrapped around my poor Richie's neck.

"You sure have a big mouth," Peter adds.

"Yeah?" Richie grinds his teeth, "Yours is pretty big when you're sucking this guy's dick, isn't it?"

Victor tightens his grip and Richie gasps for air, trying to pull his hands off his neck.

That was it. I ran as fast as I could right into his gut. He let go of Richie and tumbled backward a few steps.

"Fiesty one, huh? Is that all you can do?" Victor asked, laughing, eyes wide.

Richie stood in front of me.

"Do not fucking touch him, you bag of cocks," he threatened. He stood tall.

"Or what?" Peter threatened back.

"Or this, asshole," Richie swung his left arm back and sent his fist right across Victor's face. My jaw hung open and Victor fell to the ground. He put a hand to his nose, which was clearly broken, and bleeding.

Peter helped his friend up and they left. "Yeah that's right! Don't fuck with me!" Richie yelled.

As soon as they were out the door and the crowd had stopped watching, he turned to me.

"Eddie, are you okay?" he asked, sounding really worried.

I nodded. "I'm fine.... I can't believe you just did that."

Richie laughed and looked down at his bloody and bruised knuckles. "Haha, well... you are my boyfriend, Eddie. I made you a promise that I'd keep you safe."

I hugged him and we walked out of the theater hand in hand. No one said a thing, probably because they feared that Richie would knock their lights out if they did