Reddie spaghetti fanfic [COMPLETE]

Down at quarry shores pt1 Part31

Richie pov

Its been a week since bens sleep over, that night Eddie had went home early and refused to talk to me at all... I knocked at his window but no answer, I knocked at his door but no answer. So now... I sit at the quarry shores, staring at the water and it's mesmerizing color. I saw how the light bounced off of it and made the trees and ground look blue. A dark deep blue. A unforgiving blue. A yet beautiful blue, kinda... mysterious. Ugh why do I have to ruin everything. "You come here to think too?" That voice... I immediately stood and turned around. I was happy to see Eddie, small little Eddie, hands in his pockets only a couple feet in front of me. "Oh-uh... hey Eds" I say shyly and he gives me a little head tilt. "Wanna sit?" I sat back down close to the water and patted the rocket ground next to me. It was awhile of silence before I heard his quick footsteps crunch their way over to me. "Why did you come here?" Following his face as it starts to lower. "Same as you, I assume" he responds once he's fully on the floor. "Err" I hesitated, I didn't want to tell him that this place reminded me of the old time where we were worry free.. I didn't want him to know that this place actually was emotional to me. "You alright?" He asks out of no where, yet this question obviously didn't surprise me. I was used to being asked questions like These by loser club members. "I mean... you have new bruises" he says pretty loudly, and immediately afterwards looks at me with worried eyes, but a face as if to say hey I don't care very much. It kinda hurt but like every problem I have, I tried to brush it off. "Uhh" I lift my hand to a bruise on my jawline, and slightly rub it, "d-dad" I say quietly, and I was kinda shocked he actually heard what I said. He didn't respond but perked up kinda defensively. "Are you okay?" He asked again. "I'm fine" I respond glueing a fake smile to my face. A permanent ink marker smile... one that can't fade unless wiped away. He frowned in dissatisfaction. Then turned his head back to the rocket shoreline. "Why did he do it this time" he saw him looking as my arms which had new gashes, but not from me. My right arm covered in bruises and burns, and my left had a couple pretty deep and giant gashes. "Uhh... I told him to" I paused and let out a dark and careful chuckle, "I told him to fuck off, and that I wish I never knew him." I looked and his face and it was disappointed. He was almost crying I could tell. I pointed to a gash, long and deep. Biggest gash of them all, "he broke a beer bottle and picked a piece up and gashed me" he clamped his hands to his mouth, and leaned forward like he was ready to spew. "Honestly Richie" he was still leaning over looking into the rocks, I rested my head on my knees. "I'm still in love with you, I've always been... and I can't stop loving u" he tells me not smiling, but i could feel a big giant smile from onto my face... I'm glad he stills loves me... that means I get another chance!

Heyo short one cause I wrote it before school! Love yallll