𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ☾ 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

12 | hold on 'til dawn

there's a reddie sticker on my computer I'm lit anyway listen to the song while you read this bc i did while i wrote it and i thought it fit so well :)

dear fucking diary journal thing,
it's been 4 days, and richie hasn't woken up yet. i have been crying every night, and i can't even go to the hospital to visit him because my mother's on my tail. at least she tolerates bill. bill has been such a good friend to me, i'm so glad i know him. he's been the only one who cared. occasionally, stan would come by, but he wasn't as comforting as bill was. i feel bad. i feel terrible for existing, because I've put bill through so much shit he doesn't deserve. he's such a good friend, he doesn't deserve a shitwad like me as a friend.

richie was always there for me. he wouldn't leave me for anyone or anything. he always cared about me. i hope he wakes up soon, i'm praying to god that he's okay, because bill was right. i am in love with him. maybe i am a little too young for love, which is why i never fell in love, but i feel like this... this is gonna last. it's gonna haunt me forever and ever. richie is my everything. did i ever think i'd fall in love, head over heals for a beady-eyed oversized glasses wearing trashmouth? no. absolutely not. i've never even had a suspicion that i loved him. but now, i see clearly. this is what god wanted. the stars have aligned. this is like...meant to be. please, god, bring my trashmouth back to me. and while you're at it, fucking kill henry bowers. or i'll do it myself.

eddie kaspfuck

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eddie knew that sooner or later he was going to have to stand up to his mother. she was not gonna keep him away from the love of his life. the 5th night eddie was being kept away from richie, he and bill called richie's parents.

"hello, is this eddie?!" mrs. tozier answered the call.

"yeah this is—"

"oh thank goodness! i haven't heard from you yet. richie always talked about you at home. i'm so glad you're alright."

eddie blushed at that, as bill nudged him playfully.

"o-oh well we were wondering if you knew how richie was doing." eddie's voice cracked.

"he's still in a coma. i know you care about him a lot." eddie could hear her concerned smile through the phone.

"y-yeah i guess."

"alright, honey, i'll make sure to call you when he gets out of it okay?"

"okay, thank you mrs. tozier."

"of course, hun."

eddie hung up.

"t-that sucks, i c-can't wait until h-he wakes up." bill stuttered.

"me either." eddie collapsed onto his bed. crying wouldn't solve anything, he thought. so he let a single tear slip from his eyes. he squinted them shut, hoping he wouldn't break down again like he did for the past few nights.

"eddie, it's going to be fine." bill was slightly annoyed that eddie kept crying, but he immediately shook the feeling out of his head when he realized his situation and how soft eddie was.

"i'm sorry bill," eddie hugged his best friend, "i'm sorry, y-you don't have to do this, please i don't want to—"

"eddie shut your fucking mouth okay? i'm your best friend, and i care about you! i need you to be happy, because i love you, friend. i'm gonna be here whenever you need emotional support alright?"

eddie nodded.

that was weird, because richie had a dream similar to this situation that night.