~Really My Dearest Friend~ //Reddie Story//

T w o: I'm to sensitive when i'm around you.. I wish I could act normal..

Warning: Harsh Language

(Word Count: 2427)

"EDDIE! What the hell is taking you so long? The phone has already rang two times!!"

"Aha!.. Sorry mum!"

Eddie quickly walked over to the still ringing phone, Reaching out for the phone before slowly picking it up and raising it up to his ear, Taking a deep breath before speaking as he leaned himself against the kitchen table, Using his free hand to hold himself up

"You have reached the Kaspbrak residence.. How can I help you?"

"Ah.. Well if it isn't my little Eddie Spaghetti.."

A soothing voice spoke, A soothing voice that Edward knew to well, A voice that he could never forget, A voice that talked to him in his dreams, A voice that belonged to Richard Tozier, The smaller boy's heart fluttered constantly, A blush running through his body as he tried to pick out the right words to say

"Okay.. Edward calm down! It's just your best friend Richie.. It's not like you're talking to Satan himself"

"But then again.. He is a little devil.. A beautiful devil.."

"Eddie? You there?"

"Oh.. Uh yeah! yeah.."

Eddie took a gentle breath as he listened to his ultimate crush speak, Richie's voice calm and smooth as usual, "H-How are you, Chee?" he asked before hearing a soft chuckle from the other side of the line, "Stop stuttering, That's Big Bill's thing" the other boy joked, Earning a nervous laugh from the smaller boy, "Aha.. I can't help i-it sometimes.." he explained, "Mmhm, Sure short stuff, You sure it's just not the fact that you just can't handle yourself around me? How hot I am?" Eddie shivered a bit at those words, Feeling himself heat up, "Sh-shut up Rich.. You asshole.." he said, Joking around with the other boy, But by calling him such a name, He felt terrible on the inside, Just a bit, He then realized what he had said out loud, Aware that his mother was in the living room, Probably listening to his conversation, "Ow, I'm hurt" Richie whined dramatically, Eddie knew he was probably doing some dramatic action along with it, "Awe, My bullets hitting you hard?" He asked, Playing around with a small smile before releasing a soft sigh, Closing his eyes, Thinking about Richie, What he was looking like at that moment, What he was doing besides talking to him, Wondering what else he had done this very day, And what would have happened if he was actually with the boy, He could imagine himself getting nauseous and end up throwing up later, Eddie was soon awoken from his thoughts when he heard Richie speak again, "No, But something.. bigger is, Something much more effective" He opened his almond shaped eyes, His heart picking up pace at those words, "Wha-What is it then?.." he asked curiously, Raising a eyebrow, "Your mom" was the response he got, The smaller boy's heart got slower at his response, For some reason, He was expecting a "You", But of course that never came.. Why would it? He only heard soft laughter at the end of the line which made Eddie very upset, He hated when Richie would say things about his mother, The 'Your Mom' jokes aggravated him, "Richard.." Eddie said sternly, "I.. Have to go" he muttered, Giving the other boy no time to respond before he hung up the phone, His blood boiling a bit, He let out a soft sigh, Slowly pushing himself backwards and removing himself from the table, He reached out for one of the chair's, Pulling it out before taking a seat, Sliding down a bit, Why did he hang up? He didn't know really, He guessed that his anger got the best of him, But anger was soon replaced with guilt, Sometimes he wondered if he intentionally did it to make himself angry, Or maybe it was just a natural reaction that he couldn't help but do, Besides, He knew he wasn't ever good at holding back his emotions or actions, If someone were to fall? He'd rush right over, Not thinking twice to help them, If someone were to insult him? He'd cry, He was weak, Unable to pick a fight or take a small insult without crying or feeling terrible, Sometimes he wished he was born differently, He wished he had a different personality, But then again, It was his personality that got him the friend's he had, The personality that make him unique, The personality that made him, him, And according to his friends, Aka, The Loser's Club, They wouldn't want him in any other way, shape, or form, But it seemed as if only Richie could express that well, Due to him always teasing him and hugging on him, Cracking stupid jokes that either Eddie would laugh at, Tell him it was wrong, Or just flat out be offended, And just making the smaller boy's life like an action movie in general, And he guessed that was why he fell for such a boy, A trashmouth, A best friend, A Richard Tozier, The only thing was though, Was that Richie was apart of Eddie's everyday life, Besides on the weekends and after school anyways, It was a very rare occasion when Sonia would allow Richie to come over to his house that smelt like many different fragrances due to all the candles they kept lit up, Normally she'd ban him no matter what, Even if it was based on a project, The answer was still normally no, It was a 99 out of 100 percent chance she'd say yes, But sometimes, Eddie was thankful for it, The poor boy couldn't stay around Richard for long without loosing his breath, Feeling as if he would have an asthma attack, He wished he could act normal around him, But he just couldn't, Edward gave a soft sigh, Leaning up a bit and resting his arms on the table before slowly crossing them and resting his head down on them, He nuzzled his face into the crook of his arm, Trying to decide on his emotions, It wasn't to much longer after that, The phone was ringing again