Pretty. Odd. ~ Reddie Oneshots

Nothing Really Matters (Part 2)

I decided to be productive
Please play the music at the top! It goes along with this Chapter.

Mama. . Life had just begun. . Now I've gone and thrown it all away. . . Mama, I didn't mean to make you cry! If I don't come back this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on. .

~ Time Skip To Third Period~
(After P3 I have lunch sO)

Eddie rushed into his third period class. He didn't have Stan or Richie in these periods, which worried him. He didn't know anyone but them. Stan had mentioned about "one of his friends" being in this class, but he told him that there was the school asshole by the name of Henry Bowers, that he should watch out for. Eddie was staring at his desk as the bell rang. He jerked his head up and watched the others fill the class. He spotted Stans friend quite quickly, him being the only negro(Trying to not sound racist) in the school. In all of Derry, Eddie was told. He took a seat one ahead of him. He felt eyes on him, even though he had chosen to sit in the back of the class. A kid— who looked like he should be in the Eighth Year classes, sat across from him. Eddie assumed that this was Henry Bowers— the kid Stan warned him about. Currently, the much taller and larger child was staring daggers at Eddie. Eddie side eyed him for a moment, and looked back at his desk.
"I am glad to inform you all that we have a new student joining us. Edward, would you please come up to the front?"
"It's Eddie." He mumbled.
Eddie shuffled up to the front, looking down. He could feel the eyes in the back of his head.
"My name's Eddie Kaspbrak, and I just moved here from San Francisco."(Pff sure okay)
"Lovely. Alright, Edward. Please take a seat."
Once Eddie sat down in his seat, he caught Mike staring at him. Mike whipped his eyes back to the board.

~ Mike's POV ~
Mike eyed the new student— not in the way Henry did, but with curiosity. He remembered Stan talking about him during Second Class. Letting him sit at the Losers' table at lunch, and so on. He noticed some things about Eddie. He wore a fanny pack, short for his age, and seemed like he took a liking for pastel. Eddie seemed alright to Mike, at least for now.

~ Time Skip To Lunch ~
~ Eddie's POV ~
Eddie scurried through the filling hallways, making his was to the Cafeteria. He didn't know if Stan and Richie would let him sit at their table, with their friends, so he didn't think about intruding on their table. Eddie then felt a hand placed on his shoulder, Eddie yelped.
"Whoa there! Sorry Eds."
"Eddie."
"Whatever. Anyways, your coming to sit with us."
"Seriously?"
"Pff-- Of course you are."
"Okay. . Are you other friends okay with it? I don't want to—"
"Calm down, Eddie. They'll be fine with it."
"If you say so."
Richie dragged Eddie to the Losers' table. Literally. He sat him down in a sat next to him and Stan.
"Guys, this is my ol' chap, Eddie Spaghetti."
"Why must you make him suffer?"
A red haired girl asked.
"Because. Anyways, Eddie Spaghetti-"
"Eddie."
"As I was saying, this is Beverly. The kid next to her is Ben, and Bill. Annd that's Mike."
"Hey. . We kinda met in History"
Mike said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Eddie."
Beverly smiled, extending her hand. Eddie took it.
"Suh-So your the nuh-nuh-new kid?"
"Yep."
"Co-o-ol."
Eddie nodded.

Lunch went by quite fast, and Eddie had made friends with the others. Bill then asked if Eddie wanted to join them at the Quarry after school. Eddie said yes.

~ Time Skip. ~

The end of school was finally there, and Eddie was walking out happily, listening to music. (Play the music here, or restart it.) Eddie then felt a yank on his hoodie, as he was being pulled back into the alley.
"Hey!Hey!Hey! Stop it!"
Eddie shrieked.
The kid threw him into the gate, and Eddie gasped. He fumbled with the zipper on his fanny pack, trying to pull it out. Once he did, he was so close to putting the plastic thing in his mouth. So close. But then a large hand smacked it out of Eddie's hand, and as it fell to the concrete floor, it snapped on impact. Eddie looked up at the stranger, noticing that it was none than Henry Bowers.
"Leave me alone, you asshole!"
Eddie's small voice squeaked.
Henry didn't say anything, he only smiled before punching Eddie in the gut. Eddie fell to the concrete sidewalk, it slowly becoming hard to breath. Henry then kicked him in the stomach, a couple times. He looked down at the small body, Eddie being curled into a ball, slowing become unconscious. Henry fled, once satisfied with his work.

~ Richie's POV ~
(WHOA GUYS IDK IF YOU CAN SEE IT BUT UH MY KEYBOARD TYPING LOOKS WEIRD NOW SO UH OKAY)
"Where is he?! He said he'd be here by now. ."
"Relax, Richie. He probably got lost or something." Stan said, rolling his eyes.
"Your right! I'm such a idiot! I should've rode with him."
"Look. If it makes you feel better, why don't we just go look for him?" Beverly said.
"Okay! Maybe we should spilt up."
"Alrighty,"
Ben was with Beverly, Stanley with Bill, and Mike with Richie. Richie and Mike rode their bikes back to the school.
They pulled up to the main entrance, parking their bikes.
"See, Richie? He's not here. Maybe he had to get something from home."
"Just keep looking."
Richie walked over to the alley, Mike behind him. Richie slowly walked in there, watching his steps. He then came up to a small, balled up form.
"Eddie!"
Eddie barely lifted his head, almost unconscious. Mike and Richie knelt down to him, afraid.
"Eddie! Oh my god oh my god oh my god——"
"Richie! Calm down. Eddie, what happened?"
"Henry."
"Okay okay— are you okay? Do you need something? Hang on- where's your inhaler. Eddie eyed it. The inhaler was broken in two.
"Shit shit shit shit- do you have a spare one?"
Eddie tried to stand up, trying to get to his backpack, but Richie pushed him down. Richie scurried over to it, looking through all of his stuff, then finally pulled out the inhaler. He ran back over to Eddie and gave it to him. He placed it in his mouth and pulled the trigger, breathing normally. Eddie sat up and faced Mike and Richie.
"Holy shit, man. . What the fuck happened to you?" Mike asked, concerned.
"Henry happened." Eddie said shakily.
"I swear that sonuvabitch. . (TWD Luke and Kenny Ref AH THE MEMORIES ;-;)
"It's. . . Fine, Richie. I'm fine."
"Nope! No, you aren't. Mike, can you see if you can get the others?"(If I was Mike right here I'd be screaming LETS KEEP IT PG IN HERE FOLKS)
"Sure. I'll be back in a bit."
"Eddie, are you sure your okay?"
"I'm fine. Why are you so worried about me all the time?"
"I—I because I—" Richie was blushing. A lot. He hoped Eddie didn't notice.
"Because what?"
"Because! I get worried about you! A lot! (I worry about you Bevvie. I worry a lot) I mean— Your so vulnerable! You could get hurt! Or-Or. ."
"Richie. . What do you mean?"
"I like you! I love you! I don't want anything to happen to you!"
Eddie blushed also. He was flustered. Richie Tozier? Liked Him? Was this some sick prank?
"Richie, I—"
Richie then leaned in, connecting a gap between their lips. Eddie was surprised, but he soon melted into it.
"Eds, I'm so sorry. I—"
"Richie. I like you too. A lot."
Richie smiled, And he hugged Eddie.

You come along because I love your face. .

AhA First one shot done! That ending was really crappy but it was all I could come up with. I'll post a chapter later today or tomorrow. Buhbai chilluns