Stealing cigarettes || Reddie

12

Just a cute lil chapter for y'all

Richie tapped his foot nervously against the floor as the clock slowly moved from 920 to 921. All his thoughts were around the boy who could be visiting him soon.

Why the fuck does time move so slowly he thought as he continued his staring contest with the clock.

He quickly grabbed all the dirty clothes off his floor and threw them under his bed along with shoving a stack of playboy magazines he stole from his dad under the mattress. He then proceeded to spray himself with much too cologne and deem it suitable.

His jaw still throbbed from the many punches it received and it was in this moment that Richie realized how fucked he was tomorrow at school. He punched Henry and ran away.

He dug his nails into his palms as his anxiety made him picture the fight he'd be getting into tomorrow, Henry was surely already planning it.

As the teens mind raced in his bedroom, the clock quickly switched to 931, and a soft timid knock echoed throughout the empty house, it's sound booming off the walls. Richie jumped up to his feet and ran through the house to the door, his heart beating so fast he was sure you could hear it.

He wrapped his bloody knuckles around the copper handle and swung the door open, unmasking a small boy in pajamas standing outside shivering.

"Eddie!" Richie shouted as his heart exploded through his chest, the boy stood shaking In the cold as he wore a yellow pajama shirt and grey shorts.

"Oh Richie.." The boy said as his eyes widened in shock to reveal those sunflowers that danced around the white of his eyes. His eyes flickered from the blood on his nose to the bruises on his left eye and jaw.

"Come on in dr. K" he said with a formal voice, beckoning for the boy to walk inside. Eddies eyes danced around the slightly familiar room he walked into, remember the last time he was here. He looked at the many beer bottles that lay strewn across the couch to the large bottles of alcohol that sat in a shelf in the kitchen.

"Where are you parents?" The asthmatic teen asked as his feet led him in the direction to the stairs.

"Not here." Richie said abruptly and to the point, because quite frankly Richie didn't know. He was sure his mom was at a hotel passed out drunk and his father was probably at work, but he didn't care to think about it.

Eddie heard his tone and backed off from the topic, knowing all too well the feeling of not wanting to talk about his parents.

The teens walked up the stairs in silence as Eddie looked around him.

No family pictures, no vacation pictures, no pictures at all. Nothing. Eddie thought as he stared at the blank walls. There's nothing here to tell that Richie and his parents exist.

He felt bad for the lanky teen as he turned the handle on the door to his room, Richie deserved better. He deserved someone who would take a million pictures of him.

As he stepped into Richies room, a whiff of cigarettes and strong 1$ cologne hit his nose like a punch. Looking around you knew this was Richie toziers room.

Polaroid's loomed around the room of Richie and his friends, a record player sat in the back on his desk with stacks of vinyls that went to his knees. Eddie took a small circle around the room as he took everything in.

Richies desk was messy, it held unfinished homework and old matches and there were cigarette marks in the wood of the table from Richie putting his cigarette out. Pinned to the wall was a small picture of Richie and another boy, the unfamiliar boy was wearing Richies glasses as he pushed Richie away from him, Richie seemed to be trying to get the glasses back off his head. They were both laughing.

The teen watched in admiration as Eddie finished looking at everything In his room, admiring every inch. Richie walked over to his record player and placed a vinyll titled 'the clash' and watched as the needle made its way to the first song.

The music tingled eddies small ears as Richie whistled along, the sounds making eddies heart jump. He watched in awe as Richie imitated the guitar solo, strumming violently against his air guitar, he smiled as the teen became so content with the song.

"Hey, come on, I need to get your cuts all cleaned," Eddie said the words softly as he placed his hand in front of Richie who had just finished his guitar solo. The teen turned a bright Crimson as he stared at Eddie soft pale hand and he placed his own on top.

Eddie curled his fingers around it and walked Richie over to the bed, sitting down and patting a place next to him for Richie to sit. The teens heart was now in his throat as Eddie still held on tight to his hand.

"You didn't even attempt to clean them, did you?" The boy said with a smirk as he reached into his small purple fanny pack and pulled out gauze, pink and purple bandaids, alcohol swabs, and aspirin.

"Nope. Wouldn't wanna make your job any easier dr.k" Richie said as he faced Eddie and watched the boy carefully lay out all the medical supplies.

The boy then proceeded to wipe down every cut with an alcohol swab as Richie tried hard not to wince, Eddie kept his face with concentration as he furiously cleaned Richie nose, the touch making Richie heart jump and his nose throb.

Richie smiled at the boy who worked so hard to make sure Richie was okay. No one has ever cared so much.

Eddie placed the colorful bandaids all over his pale face and wrapped gauze around his knuckles, followed by detailed instructions on how to clean the cuts that Richie didn't listen to.

"Thank you eds," Richie said softly as he watched the boy throw away all the used alcohol swabs.

"Your welcome...and it's Eddie," he said with a smile and Richies stomach churned as he watched the boy smile.

Eddie ran back to the bed and threw himself on it, bouncing up slightly and coming back down. Richie couldn't contain his smile as he watched the boy.