Do Not Fucking Touch Me // Reddie

Sixteen

(Eddie's POV)

I laid in my bed and cried. It had been a while since I cried like this. I was in a happy relationship, I was doing well in school, and I was free from my mom. I had just woken up from my first nightmare in months.

I sniffed and reached over to grab the phone. It was so vivid, so real. I saw Richie, laying facedown in the sewers, blood everywhere. Dead.

I dialed my boyfriend's number and waited for the ringing to ensue. Each trill of bell sounds caused my heart to quicken.

"Hello? Eds?" Richie spoke.

I tried to hide the fact that I was crying my eyes out, but to no use whatsoever. It felt like he had a radar of some sort when it came to that kind of stuff. He knew whenever I was upset without me ever saying a word.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I still didn't know what to say. "Can you come over?" I asked.

"I'm on my way," he said promptly and then hung up. I placed the phone back onto the nightstand. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Richie was all I had, sadly enough. Yeah, I had my uncle and some of the losers club still, but it wasn't the same. I didn't have a mother anymore. I never had my father, he left when I was very young. He saw my mother's insanity, and left me to deal with it. I'll never forgive him for that. I didn't have Bill, who was my best friend even before I met Richie. Not Bill, not Bev, or Mike. Ben said hi to me in the halls, but that was about it. Stan hung out with us sometimes, but rarely. He said he felt like a 'cockblock'. I didn't think the fact that Richie was my boyfriend should affect the way that our friends hung out with us.

I still remember the day I met Richie. He was the only kid in second grade to ever say "Fuck" I'd ever met. The teacher gasped, as he looked down at his broken pencil and shouted the profane word. Every eye in the room suddenly turned to him. No one said a word. I giggled to myself and looked down. Apparently, my teacher had heard me too, and wanted to teach us both a lesson. She sent us both to the principal, and sitting on the chairs outside his office, Richie Tozier introduced himself. I knew from that moment I wanted to be his friend. I didn't think he was such a troublemaker as everyone else thought. I saw him as someone who just wanted to make people laugh. I knew I needed that in my life.

And now he was mine. He tried his best to make me laugh every day, and to make me smile. He didn't need to try so hard, though. I smiled every time I saw him. I felt lighter than air when he hugged me. I felt like I couldn't breathe when he kissed me.

I just could not lose him. He meant so much more to me than just someone to be in a relationship with. I didn't want to be with him for the title or showing him off, or even his mere appearance, even though I thought he was dreamy. He knew me better than anyone else, and cared enough to protect me through everything life through at me. It was like he cared more about how I was doing than he did about himself.

My uncle knocked at my door. "Richie's at the door, do you want me to let him in?"

"Yeah," I said. About thirty seconds later, a tall curly brown haired boy waltzes into the room.

He comes and sits on the bed next to me, still laying down. He put a hand on my cheek and brushed the back of it against me. I sniffled.

"Eddie. Why were you crying on the phone?" he asked sweetly and looked deep into my eyes.

I couldn't look him back in the eye. Instead, I shut them tight. Some excess tears from crying were pushed out and rolled down my cheeks slowly. One drop collided with Richie's hand.

"Scoot over," he instructed. I rolled to my side and faced the wall, but still gave him enough space to squeeze in bed next to me. He took off his shoes and kicked them under the bed. He swung his legs around and laid them straight onto the bed and rest his head on my pillow.