Reddie Oneshots

Playbook

|| the one where Richie plans out the perfect date. or at least tries. ||

Richie sighed heavily as he stared down at the sheet of paper that was covered in messy handwriting. His eyes scanned over the words before he brought his hands together with the paper in between them. He crumpled the sheet and tossed it over his shoulder toward the bin, missing by a few inches.

"This has to be perfect" he mumbled to himself under his breath as his pale hand reached to the side of his desk for another blank paper. He set it on the wooden desk in front of him. He tapped his pencil against the wood in a steady beat, his lips pressed together and curved to the side. He leaned forward, causing a low creak to sound from the seat underneath him. He began to write again.

Step 1. Pick Eddie up at 3pm.
Step 2. Kiss him. (crossed out)
Step 2. Get ice cream together.
Step 3. Kiss him. (crossed out)
Step 3. Go to the arcade.
Step 4. Kiss him (crossed out)
Step 4. Ride our bikes around town together.
Step 5. Bring him home by 8.
Step 6. Kiss him.
If things go bad, escape while you still can.

Richie read over the plans a few times before he nodded his head with approval. He folded the paper up clumsily into a square then set it aside for the next day. He stood to his feet and walked over to his bed where he fell over and closed his eyes. He didn't sleep much that night. His mind raced with horrible possibilities that could haunt their perfect day. These thoughts crushed his brain until he slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Richie woke up around 11 A.M and jumped out of bed as fast as he could. The excitement filled his gut and gave him pleasant butterflies. His anxiety was through the roof though and he couldn't help but notice how badly his pale fingers shook.

He took his shower, got dressed, fixed his hair, cleaned his glasses, and brushed his teeth. He stood in front of his mirror and stared at his reflection. 'Eddie will think you look stupid' his mind mocked him. He shook his head and pulled away from the glass to find his set of plans on his desk.

He unfolded the paper to read over it one last time. Once he was familiar with his plans, he folded it back up and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. He fixed his shirt then walked out of his room and to the kitchen. The lack of sound in his silent home no longer ripped his heart apart as he was so used to it. He looked around the room for something to eat but only found old expired drinks and moldy food.

With a heavy sigh he turned on his heel and walked out the front door and over to his bike that laid on the ground. He picked it up, got onto it, and rode off toward Eddie's house. His palms were clammy and his fingers gripped the bike tightly. His chest raised and fell in stuttering movements as his nervousness only grew.

"Snap out of it, Richie. It's just Eds" he mumbled to himself as he stopped out front of his house. "You've got this" he added just before the smaller boy walked out the front door of his home. Richie gave him a smile and a wave. Eddie nodded in return and grabbed his bike before walking over. "Ready for a fun day, Eds?!" Richie blurted out, keeping his cover cool.

"Don't call me that" Eddie glared back as he got onto his bike. "But yes, yes I'm ready. Lead the way" he gestured with a hand. Richie nodded and turned his bike around then rode down the cement street. Eddie followed close behind. The pair was silent for the ride which wasn't typical. Eddie didn't want to be the one who broke the silence though and Richie was too busy battling his own nervous mind on the inside to come up with a good conversation.

They rode up to the ice cream shop and stopped side by side. Eddie got off his bike first and smiled at Richie who followed his lead.

"What would you like to have, young squire!?" Richie bellowed with his best imitation as he ducked his head and held one hand out toward Eddie and the other toward the ice cream shop. "We will only get the best for you, young man!"