are we there yet? ~ Reddie oneshots

Eddie hour

They say every time an innocent soul dies, god lets them paint the sky.

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Sadness scale: 5/10

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Eddie and Richie used to be known as the most inseparable couple at their school.

That is

Used to be.

Before the tragic accident.

You see, one day Richie and Eddie walked hand in hand around the small town, just because they felt like it..

Derry didn't seem to mind about being gay. Surprisingly, Henry Bowers didn't even care.

"That's because he's probably gay too."

Is how Richie reacted after seeing Bowers watch them kiss.

Eddie was shocked, but not wanting to push his luck, he dropped it.

They decided to do a little grocery shopping while they were in town for eddies mom. There wasn't a specific reason why they decided to pick up a few things but, it gave them an excuse to fuck around in a grocery store.

While they were there they had got carrots, lettuce, canned soup, and a loaf of bread. Not really the ideal date but they didn't care as long as they were together.

After they paid and walked out of the store, it was very late into the day so the sky looked beautiful and painted by the gods.

They started walking down the street with the brown paper bag. It was awfully heavy for Eddie, so Richie immediately took it into his arms.

Riiiipppp clink clunk

Richie and Eddie looked down and the bag seemed to have ripped and now all of they're items were on the side walk.

Eddie dropped to the ground collecting things that had fallen.

He spotted a rolling can heading towards the street and followed it with focus.

Richie wasn't paying attention until too late.

It wasn't until he heard a spine tingling scream and a thump when he looked up.

What he saw made the blood rush out of his face.

It was Eddie, laying on the street unconscious. There were scratches all over his arms and legs. His face was slightly scraped from the street. Blood was pooling around his head.

He had gotten hit by a car.

He quickly ran up to Eddie wide eyed next to him.

Richie shook him a few times.

Nothing.

He started screaming desperately tears spilling out of his eyes past his dorky Coke bottle glasses.

"HELP HELP SOMEONE PLEASE" choked sobs coming out of his throat.

It took 4 minuets for someone to finally notice and call.

The police were there within seconds.

Richie was having a hard time answering the polices questions because he was too busy choking back sobs with the voice he had lost from screaming so much.

They took the small body into a stretcher.

"H-he's, he's gonna be okay  right?" Richie kept asking.. nobody would answer him.