Reddie Stories!

Bad Dream

A/N Another music video with Finn in it. 

Eddie and Richie stood as still as the trees around them. They were in the woods, and right in front of them was the one and only Henry Bowers, who was hunched over and growling like a dog. In his hand, his treasured pocket knife glinting in the afternoon light. 

The two boys were hiding behind a large tree; it was the only place they could think to hide, besides the sewers, which they very obviously didn't want to even touch, at this point, let alone hide in it. 

Henry was wading in the stream, looking around the dam, and muttering curse words and threats under his breath. 

Eddie nervously peeked around the tree, and Richie nudged him, as if to say 'not now, he'll see you'. And that nudge made Eddie gasp, and shift his foot. And along with that shift came a cracked branch, and a smiling Henry. He knew where they were. 

Eddie started panting, each breath a sharp wheeze. He carefully tried fishing his inhaler from his back pocket,

but then something grasped his arm.

He felt the rough, dirty fingers. He felt the metallic cold of a knife on his wrist. He felt Henry's fetid, hot breath on his neck. 

"Don't touch him." Richie muttered. "Kill me instead."

"Richie, no!" Eddie said.

"Oh, I see. Your little boyfriend wants to protect you, huh? The one that's secretly in love with you? The one who's secretly a fag." Henry grumbled in a tone of lucid hate, and insanity. "Well, unfortunately, that cannot be arranged." He put the knife to Eddie's neck.

And then Richie woke up. (I wouldn't do that to you. I'm a nice person.)

He jolted straight up in bed, and sweat trickled down his forehead, though the room was cool with his fan.

He sighed a breath that was full of relief. It felt as though with that breath every ounce of fear emanating from his racing heart was sent out from his body. 

He peeked at his clock. It was 12:00. He needed to get back to sleep. But once he lay his head down on to his feather pillow, thoughts came swarming back to his mind, and his heart pounded in his heaving chest yet again. 

What if that dream was a warning? What if he's actually in danger? What if... he likes me, too?

He tried pushing these thoughts away, but they rushed back straight away, after. Eventually he gave up, accepting defeat. 

He wouldn't be sleeping that night, unless he told him.

He got up out of bed, and quietly creaked open his door. He then carefully crept down his steps, so as to not wake up his mom (who, in reality, would not care, as she's used to Richie's shenanigans) He slipped a coat on, and stepped outside into the cold night air.

When he arrived at Eddie's house (his parents weren't home, or so he had told him earlier that day) he looked up his bedroom window, which was open. His light was on, so he knew that Eddie was awake. 

"Eddie!" Richie whisper-shouted.

He waited a moment, and when he didn't see the freckle-faced boy at the window, he spoke up louder.

"Eddie Spaghetti!" he said. The smaller boy appeared at the window, a look of confusion on his face. He was wearing pajamas, and his hair was a bit tangled. 

"Richie? What are you doing here at 12:00 at night?" he said.

"Bad dream. Can I come in?"

"What? I mean, I guess. How long are you gonna be here for, though?"

"I dunno. Now, can I come in?"

Eddie sighed, and did that adorable little eye roll.

"Front door's open. Come on."

Richie happily ran to the door, threw it open, walked in, and closed the door behind him. He then skipped up the steps, and entered Eddie's room.

"How was this dream so bad that you needed to come to my house?" Eddie asked, once Richie plopped down on the bed besides him.

"I, uh... Well, you were in it... And Henry kind of... stabbed you. And I got scared."

Richie didn't tell him the part he came here to tell him though, and Eddie could see that the boy had something else lingering in his mind, something he desperately wanted to let out.

"Are you sure that's it? That that's the only reason you came here?" Eddie asked.

Richie bit his lip, and let out a sigh.

"No..."

"Well, you can tell me. You can tell me anything. You're my best friend." Eddie smiled.

Richie stared at his feet. What he was about to tell Eddie could change their relationship as friends forever.

"Well, what is it?" Eddie asked.

"I like you." Richie blurted out.

"...Oh, I like you to, I mean you're my best bud and-"

"No. I like you... As in like, more than a friend."

Eddie paused. "You have a crush on me, Richie?" he whispered, his face a hue of pink, and a million butterflies fluttering in his stomach. It was too good to be true, for Eddie. He thought he was dreaming.

"Yeah. I do. I'm sorry if we can't be friends anymore." Richie whispered.

"No, Richie. I like you, to."

Richie looked at the younger boy, eyes glimmering with glee, though he wasn't smiling. He lied to Eddie. He didn't like him.

He loved him.

Before he could stop himself, Richie was already leaning in. Their lips brushed together, soft as feathers, and then they were kissing. Eddie gasped, but immediately kissed back, and put his hands on the back of Richie's neck. His soft hair brushed against his fingertips. When they kissed, it felt like they were the only people in the world. Nothing could hurt them. Nothing bad could happen. When they kissed, every disaster, every mean person, everything negative, was gone, to them. When they kissed, the only thing they focused on was the other breathing. The other's heartbeat. 

When they broke away, they felt like new people.

A/N Bet you thought I was just gonna kill Eddie, didn't you?