Reddie spaghetti fanfic [COMPLETE]

Eds and rich part21

Richie pov
The losers club has been hanging out for the past 4 days straight. Despite school we stick together till nightfall, and Eddie and I have been glued. Luckily for us this year we have all classes but two together. Math wasn't my best subject and I didn't have eddie in that, or my history class. Now the Losers Club sat in Eddie's house, we were watching a weird cartoon on his little TV. He had his mothers chair and his neat couch, and no one was to dare to touch his mothers chair. Ben, Beverly, stan, and mike sat on my couch comfy. They offered me to take one of their seats, but I declined politely, saying as I would want to sit next to eds anyway. Bill sat between stand legs of stan, sitting cross legged on the floor. Eds and I were against his moms chair. NO, not sitting in it, but against it, I sit with my knees up, and Eddie lay between my legs. I didn't want to move him, because I had the slight suspicion he was asleep, but I had to use the bathroom. I lay his head on the floor, and mike tosses me a pillow so his head doesn't land on the floor. "Thx" I quickly look up at mike who smiles, then gets sucked back into the cartoon. I start to go upstairs, when Beverly looks at me nervously. All the losers club knows what's going on, with not only me, but Eddie too. I point at the bathroom, and worry flashed across her face, but she managed to smile anyway. I shrugged it off, and walked into the bathroom. That's when I noticed a small paper on the floor. I unfolded it once -that's all it aloud-, and looked at the inside. A poem? I hadn't realized I must have been in here longer than I thought, because Beverly was lightly knocking on the door. I let out a heavy sigh and shove the note into my pocket. As I was about to open the door... *Bam Bam Bam* loud heavy knocks pounded the door. Then a try to the handle. The loud band had startled me and made me fall backwards. "OPEN THIS DAMN DOOOOR" Eddie cried. "Sheesh im fine calm down" I say, as I unlock the door and open it slowly. When it's just enough open to see Eddie's face, be jumps on me. Beverly look at me, eyes changed from sorry to hopefulness in a split second. "I'm okay eds, I'm not going anywhere" he digs his head into my chest, not crying.... I suppose he just needs comforts. I wrap my arms around his small figure, and hug him tightly.

(The morning the next day) Wednesday 6:30 AM

I'm awake and ready 100%. I began to unlock my door without realizing my father was home. Right as I step out of the door my father steps in front of me. "Where you going Richie?" He growled that last part. "To school" I responded monotone. "To see your little boyfriend? You fag son" he spit on the floor, and I back up a little. "No to learn father" I drop my head glaring at the floor. "To learn? YOU WANT TO FUCKING LEARN INSTEAD OF MAKING MONEY FOR THIS FAMILY" he had grabbed the collar of my shirt and was griping it tightly, holding me close to him. I winced and held my eyes shut. He throws me onto the floor, and says, "I really do have a fag son... your a disgrace! Your not even my fucking son anymore" I manage to raise my head, and I managed to make a giant mistake... I yelled as he walked away, "FUCK YOU" and wiped some blood from my lip. He stopped in his tracks, slowly turned towards me... smiling creepily all the while. "My son? Oh my son doesn't... love me?" He said talking slowly, and walking towards me. He grabs something shiny from his pocket. "My own fag son? Oh" he clasps his hand to his mouth, pretending to be sad. "How dare he" he roared the last he... and I realized that it wasn't just anything shinny... it was a pocket knife. He goes down to stab me and I doge it going to my side. I see a wicked glint in his eye, nothing that I've seen in anyone before... then all of the sudden, a knock came to the door.... then the door opens and closed... next a call for my name. Fuck no no no no! I scramble to get up while my dads distracted. And I shove him over, having him drop his blade and it skids across the floor. As in running by my dad he grabs my leg and I fall onto the floor. He punches me in the eye, but I managed to make it down the stairs with Eddie and out of the house.
"Holy shit he got you good" he told me, examining my bruise as we walk to school drearily. "You got me worried... you were dead" he laughs nervously, a look of distress in his face. I put my arm around his shoulder and he grabs onto my waist. "Pretty sure I'm alive" I held my hand out to fake inspect it, and it made him laugh. After that, We walked in utter ataraxia the rest of the way to school.

IM TRYING TO EDGE INTO POSTING DAILY!!! This one jumps around a little bit, idk if u like this style or not... sorry if u don't ;3 BAIIIIIIII (don't ask why I'm awake at 5:00 writing fanfics...)