Eddie Kaspbrak was not a rebel. He was a goody-two-shoes and a mama's boy. He was headed down the right path in life, never straying from his mother's intentions. Sonia Kaspbrak would feed her son with statistics about infections, and horror stories about teenagers getting drunk that would make him fear living an actual life. God forbid if he tied his shoes the wrong way, all hell would break loose.
That's why when Richie Tozier walked through the double doors that marked the main entrance one day, he was marked as trouble. He was tall and gorgeous, but most importantly a troublemaker. You could tell by the way he wore his smile and how he held his head up a little too high. He wore a leather jacket over one of his many Hawaiian t-shirts. The two styles clash each other but he somehow manages to make it work. He also wears skin tight black jeans paired with his dirty black converse high tops. The exact opposite of what Eddie wears. Eddie wears a blue polo with red shorts that he's owned since he was a small boy. He hadn't hit his growth spurt yet so he still fit into some of his childhood clothing.
Richie was everything that Eddie had been told not to interact with. A "bad banana" as his mother would say. And so Eddie followed his mother's advice and stayed away from the boy. He didn't know any better. His mother had brainwashed him into thinking that anyone to the likes of Richie Tozier was straight up bad news. And for that, Eddie hated him. In his mind he wasn't sure exactly why he didn't like the new kid in town, Eddie told himself Richie had a bad vibe, like most other kids in his grade.
Eddie had an unpopular opinion though. Every kid in school loved him. Richie Tozier was the man, the myth, the legend. Cutting class, getting detentions, smart mouthing teachers; all in a days work for Richie Tozier. Eddie found it disgusting that people would applaud him for such behavior.
Eddie was headed to the cafeteria after fourth period for lunch. Of course he had to grab his lunch box first because he wasn't about to eat the stuff they call "food" in the lunch room. After he made his way there he walked out the door that lead into the courtyard. As he spotted his familiar lunch table that he had sat at since freshman year, he saw something that was not so similar to him. He walked up to the table and found all of his friends, once called the losers club, sitting around the table and laughing next to none other than the man himself.
"Hey Eddie!" Bev called out as soon as she spotted him, "this is Richie, and he's sitting with us during lunch today."
Richie turned his head along with the top half of his body towards Eddie. Richie had seen the boy around the school before, but he never actually talked to him.
"Great." Eddie says as he rolls his eyes basically into the back of his head. Just fucking peachy.
"Nice shorts," Richie laughs as he takes a bit out of one of his fries. He looks him up and down and he finishes it. He had never realized just how adorable the boy looked. He was tiny in child like clothing, yet he had an attitude and was feisty as hell.
"Oh my god shut the fuck up," Eddie glares at him finding him so god damn annoying. Richie just looks back at him with a toothy grin.
"Hey, hey, hey, just trying to make some conversation here," he replies with his hands up to show surrender.
"Well you're not very good at it, seeing as you're not a very good conversationalist." Eddie retorts taking a seat next to mike at the picnic table.
Richie pretends to take a physical blow and puts his hand over his heart as if he just hurt him, "You really hurt me with that one Eds."
Eddie's playful grin drops as his eyebrow raises at the nickname Richie just came up with, "Eds? Really?" he asks as if Richie just asked the dumbest question in the world. If he actually did it wouldn't surprise him seeing as Richie was probably the dumbest person in the world.
