-Richies POV-
The Losers don't get together quite as often nowadays. But every time we do, Eddie always comes up. It's obvious we all miss him, but I miss him the most. We've been best friends since, well as long as I can remember. Eddie always got me. Put up with my annoying ass. He's the only person I've ever cried in front of. After that, there was no going back. I hate that fucking nerd.
One day, I biked over to Eddie's house and sat on the front porch, like we used to. First I just sat, then I felt my face begin to burn. "WHY?" I threw a pebble at the window "Why did you have to take him away!?" God, if I ever saw Ed's mother again...
For the first time in a while tears streamed from my eyes. Damn, I miss him.
I ripped my glasses off and vigorously rubbed my eyes. "Jesus Richie, get your shit together!" I thought to myself. As I was reaching for my glasses, I heard footsteps. I looked up to see Bill Denbrough.
"R-Richie are you-u okay?" he stammered.
"Yea. Why the hell did you sneak up on me like that!?"
"S-sorry." there was an awkward pause. "I kno-ow you were c-crying."
"Heh," I scoffed, trying to play it off "my eyes were just watering. Fuckin' allergies, y'know."
"Rich-ie you d-don't have to h-hide it from me." I took a shaky breath in, I was about to lose my shit again. "God dammit Bill! You caught me..." my voice broke as I attempted to swallow my tears. Bill reached over and pulled me in for a hug. "I-it's okay, Rich. I k-know how you feel a-about Eddie."
"He's my best friend."
"A-are you sure he's n-nothing more?" I knew what he was suggesting. I've wondered it too, but I've never let myself accept it. Until now.
-Eddies POV-
Monday morning. I'm shoving books in my locker at school. I get a tap on my shoulder. "What's up dipshit?"
This voice is all too familiar. Turning around on my heels, I come face-to-face with none other than Richie Tozier.
"Holy hell! What are you doing here!?" I'm shocked... to say the least.
"I'm here to do something I should've done quite some time ago." He takes hold of my hands, first looking at them then into my eyes. He leans forward and plants his lips on mine. A million thoughts swirl in my mind. I can't move, all I can do is stand there. I open my eyes. I'm not at my locker. Richie's gone.
It was all a cruel dream. Warm tears spill from my eyes. I need to get back to him. I need to tell him how I feel.
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Lost Boy||Reddie {completed}
Fanfiction"It has been over a year and a half since I've seen him... I needed to know he was okay." *ps none of this is meant to be sexualization, they're like 16/17 in this*
