𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 [𝕕𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕠'𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟]

Going to Prom (Reddie; cont. of The Gazebo)

Richie was frantically searching for his cologne, toothbrush, toothpaste, and hair brush, and practically everything.

Eddie had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He went out to buy a tuxedo with Bev about a week before prom, and she was really excited to have heard the news that him and Richie were going together.

Richie finally got ready, looked at himself up and down, made sure he had everything he needed for tonight.. including a condom or two. He made it out to his car, and drove straight to Eddie's house.

"Are you ready, honey? I want you to be super-duper careful when you go, and don't drink after anyone, and don't eat the food that someone had touched before, and don't forget to--" Eddie's mom started. "Hey, I gotta go, mom. Bye, love you." Eddie kissed his mom's cheek and opened the door. "Bye mommy." He said sweetly and quickly. "Hey Eddie, remember; be home by midnight." His mom managed to tell him. Eddie nodded, opening the door and walking out.

He got in the car and kissed Richie's cheek, putting on his seat belt and checking his pocket for his inhaler.

"You ready?" Richie looked worried. "As long as I'm with you." Eddie smiled at him. They drove away, holding each other's hands the entire time.

*At their gym*

"Hey Stan, a-are you even h-here with s-s-someone?" Bill asked Stan. "No, not at all. I thought I might meet someone here..?" Stan questioned himself. Bill nodded, walking away and holding Beverly's hand.

Eddie was extremely worried. Only the Losers and one other person knew about Richie and Eddie. The one other person was Henry. Henry had somehow found out, and was manipulating Eddie into doing stuff for him. Richie had no idea whatsoever that Henry was using Eddie, and if he did, Henry wouldn't have made it to prom night. Henry walked over to Eddie, sticking his hands in his pockets, "You ready?" He asked. His idea was to spike the punch bowl with alcohol, but making Eddie do it. That way, he'd get in trouble instead of Henry. "Can we wait until everyone's dancing so that nobody notices?" Eddie asked, nervous as hell. "Good idea." Henry nodded, walking away.

"What'd he want?" Richie slid beside him. "Uh, nothing." Eddie pursed his lips, shaking his head. "Oh.... Okaaay.." Richie squinted his eyes, getting something out from the table, handing it to him. "I need this." Eddie widened his eyes, taking a sip from the punch before it got alcoholized. Richie nodded, drinking some too.

Bill took Bev's hand and went out to the dance floor. So did Richie with Eddie, awkwardly dancing since they didn't know how to.

"Hey Stan. Wanna dance?" Some girl came up to Stan the man. "The Jew with the plan." She gave him finger guns. Stan smiled, liking the sound of that, considering that he was a very proud Jew. "Sure." He nodded, grabbing her hand and walking towards everyone else.

Ben and Mike didn't come, considering dancing wasn't their thing, and they couldn't get dates. Like three girls had asked out Mike and Ike, but he refused because he didn't like parties either way. Ben's mother wouldn't let him go, period.

Richie got tired soon, and pulled Eddie aside. "Hey, don't go anywhere, Imma go use the restroom." Richie held his hand, walking to the little boys room. Eddie nodded.