Reddie Oneshots

Are You Gonna Be My Boy?

|| the one where grunge boy Richie meets pretty boy Eddie at a bar but finds that he's taken ||

A/N - idk what this is. But they're aged up, obviously. And yeah idk. But hope you like it.

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Richie leaned up against the side of the brick building belonging to the local Derry bar. A cigarette sat between his middle and index fingers, nails neatly painted black. He lifted the cigarette to his pale lips and sucked the toxic chemicals into his dying lungs. His best friend Beverly leaned against the wall beside him and played with her lighter. She too smoked alongside her friend.

"You know, you're not going to find someone while standing out here" Beverly teased. She ran her fingers through her short red hair and looked at Richie through the corner of her eyes. 

"Ah, fuck it" Richie chuckled hoarsely. He flicked the cigarette over the railing that guarded the edge of the front steps to the bar. A few coughs erupted from deep within his chest and he shook his head. "I'll go in eventually"

"Sure" Beverly rolled her eyes and balanced her cigarette between her painted red lips. She inhaled sharply and watched the doorway to spy on those who walked in and out of the old double doors. Richie's eyes were busy gazing along the sidewalk at people passing. That is until a gorgeous sight caught his eye.

A tall man with medium length brown hair walked up to the bar. His posture was that of a showoff and his attire screamed 'king jock" just by the first glance. But that wasn't who caught his eye.

A shorter guy stood beside the Jock. His light blue jeans hugged his flat hips perfectly while his red overshirt hung loosely down past his waist. His white t-shirt was tucked in and hugged his torso. His red shoes matched his overshirt to complete the preppy outfit. Richie normally would roll his eyes at such an outfit, but the guy wearing it distracted his habit.

Richie watched as the buff Jock wrapped his arm tightly around the gorgeous boy's shoulders and practically dragged him along toward the doors to the bar. The pretty boy didn't look enthused and Richie felt his new mission form in his brain. Richie tilted his head to watch their every moment and Beverly was quick to notice. She looked back and forth between Richie and the couple entering the bar. 

"Please don't tell me you're going to run after a taken man?" Beverly turned to look at Richie. But instead of getting a reply, Richie tossed his cigarette to the ground, crushed it with the toe of his shoe, and walked toward the doors. "Here we go" she rolled her eyes, put out her cigarette, and followed her best friend inside.

Eddie carefully leaned against the bar while he sat on the barstool sitting in front of it. He crossed a leg over the other and listened to his man as he ordered both of them a drink. Eddie rested his head in his hand while he waited for his drink to be served. 

"I'm going to play pool, comin'?" His boyfriend, Randy, asked. Eddie looked at him and shook his head just barely. 

"No thanks" Eddie replied sharply. His annoyance was clear and Randy hated it. The muscular man rolled his eyes, took his drink, and left toward the pool tables. Eddie didn't want to be here in the first place but after an hour-long argument, he lost the war. He was only there until Randy was drunk off his ass anyway. Then he'd be home in his cozy bed where he could watch movies until he passed out. He just hoped that no drunk men hit on him....

"Hey there," a voice came from the side of him. Just his luck. Eddie turned his head toward the voice and looked at the curly haired guy leaning against the bar beside him. His skin was pale and his hair was a mess. His breath wreaked of tobacco. His jean jacket hung loosely from his scrawny frame along with the band shirt. The only things that seemed to fit him perfectly were the ripped skinny jeans and black converse.