𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ☾ 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

2 | worry

after arduous bike-riding, eddie kapsbrak and bill densbrough finally reached the lake, where ben, beverly, and mike were sitting. where was stan? wondered a worried bill. before he knew it, frail arms snaked around his waist and a soft chin rested upon his head.

"s-stan," he whispered.

"hi bill," the curly-haired jew smiled and kissed his head. soon, stan's head was resting ever-so-softly on bill's shoulder. love was so sweet, like cherry wine.

eddie, however, was worried sick about his best friend richie. he didn't know why. he hated himself for it, but he kept his mouth shut. not asking where richie was, in the fear that someone like mike or bev would say something like "why do you care so much, richie's an asshole!" Little did they know that it completely infuriated eddie to hear someone talk like that about his best friend.

Mouth breathers.

"b-bill..." eddie stuttered, hardly audible. bill heard him though.

"eddie, i know y-you're w-wondering where r-r-richie is." a sympathetic smile formed on bill's lips.

eddie smiled back, although he didn't want to. he didn't understand why he was so worried about richie. he's probably fine. he's probably making out with some blonde chick. the thought of him with a girlfriend gave him an uncomfortable sensation. so he slapped the thought out of his mind.

in the process, he slapped himself.

"eds are you okay?" mike looked at him, concerned for his friend.

"i'm okay, mike. i just thought of something stupid."

his watch beeped, a piercing, ugly sound. eddie groaned and zipped open his fanny pack, revealing an orange container filled with red and white, christmas colored pills. he popped 2 of them in his mouth and swallowed them without a drop of water.

mike and beverly stared at him, concerned and somewhat saddened.

"what's up motherfuckers?!"

oh boy.