Not Sure If You're A Boy or A Girl~ Reddie

On The Bathroom Floor

Rich and Bev were fucking early, like twenty minutes or so. Mostly because Richie was sick of sitting in his room looking himself over and over in the mirror.
The sun was just falling behind the towns highest buildings when the two sat against one of the schools sturdy walls.
"So."
"You want something to calm your nerves?" Bev inquired as she pulled a flask out of her leather jacket's inside pocket. She cocked her brow and let her teeth rest on her lipstick clad lips.
"Only if you stop talking like an after school special."
Rich chugged what tasted like a combination of whiskey, rum and tequila as if it was water. He made sure to leave Bev a few sips. As he handed her the flask he looked at her, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, grinning like a fool. She scoffed pulling out another flask.
"I came prepared, douche."
They sat there for a while drinking, smoking, rarely talking. Until Rich's head seemed to be floating. He rubbed his eyes feeling a little weird without the extra weight from his glasses. Or maybe it was without the weight of his fears. Either way he felt great.
The sky began to meld from orange to a dusty purple when he finally saw the rest of the losers heading up the block. He stood quickly. Too quickly. His body would've crashed on the concrete below but was stopped by the brick wall behind him.
"Shit."
Bev followed him, but stood  effortlessly.
"Aww did Ritchie drink too much? Better not tell Eddie, that'll ruin your date."
Ritchie regained his footing and shoved his hands in his pockets, not quite sure what sober people actually do with them any more.
"Oh ye of little faith, It took me a moment. I haven't consumed spirits in over a fort night! It will take more than a small flask to take this man down!"
Rich practically yelled in a half Scottish half Olde English accent. He wasn't sure. Definitely not his best work, still Bev laughed.
Eddie, Bill, Stan and Ben were making their way up the stairs when Rich broke into a sprint to see meet his friends. He was at that awkward distance where he felt like he could say something to them but knew he'd have to shout for it to actually be heard when Eddie stopped walking. He said something inaudible. Then he fell to the ground.
It took Richie's brain a second to catch up. Between the alcohol and the concerned shouting from his friends, he couldn't get the gears to turn. He ran by his friends side, shooing off the other boys who were just violently shaking him.
"Eds, you ok," Rich felt sobriety hit him like a brick to the fucking face as he placed his hands under his friends nose. Small warm puffs of air hit his finger. Rich breathed a sigh of relief before digging into Eddie's pockets producing an inhaler. He stuck it between his lips, "Eds, breath in! Breath in!"
The boys body stood still.
Rich looked up at Bill over Eddie's passed out form.
"How long has he had his bandages on?"
Bill's eyes got wide, "I-I don't kn-know, he had them on w-wh-when c-came over th-this ma-mo-morning."
Rich scooped Eddie up with a grunt and charged into the school.
"Bev! I'm gonna need you." He called over his shoulder as he carried the boy through the double doors, bridal style.
Bev's knife sliced through the bandages fairly easily, despite the mental image of accidentally slicing Eddie open that wouldn't leave Richie's mind. They'd laid him down in the handicapped stall and began to slice through the layers of cloth. By layer three Rich was mortified.
"No wonder he couldn't breathe.." Bev whispered.
When they finally got down to his bare skin the rise and fall of his chest was much more evident.
"Eddie Spaghetti? You there, Eds?"
Rich placed a shaking hand on his friends cheek. He put his head to his chest, careful not to put any pressure on him. He just needed to hear his heart beat.
It was steady.
Buh-bump
Buh- bump
Buh- bump
A groan vibrated through Eddie's chest while his eyes fluttered open.
"What.. the fuck.."
"Eddie!!"
Rich yelped as he saw those beautiful hazel eyes look to him. Eddie sat up with the help of his hand.
"Bev, keep lookout. We don't want anyone to run in." Rich ordered, remembering they'd burst into the men's bathroom.
"Everything went black, Rich," Eddie spoke in heavy breaths. His mind raced trying to figure out what happened. He looked down to see his binder was destroyed and his breasts were exposed. Rich followed his train of sight before quickly turning his head.
"Sorry about that, you were in there too tight, man. You couldn't breathe."
He turned back to Eddie with eyes closed blindly handing him his jean jacket. It would be much too big for the smaller boy, but Rich assumed it be adorable.
Eddie mumbled his gratitude but before he could wrap the jacket around himself there was a commotion outside.
"I have to piss, bitch," a voice yelled as he burst through the door. It was Pete accompanied by two of his cronies. Eddie was quick to cover himself as Rich stood up, " What kinda sick shit is this?"
Pete's voice sent needles down Eddie's back. He began to stand but was shoved back down.
"Johnny, grab Trashmouth. Moose, go get a teacher. We've got a situation here."
Richie thrashed in the much larger boys arms. He was desperate to get free seeing the disgusting smirk slashed on Pete's face.