Arrietty Mulligan is going through life and has been having fun doing it.
Richie Tozier has grown up, the way everyone does, and he's been staring at his girlfriend along with it.
The Losers Club never really changed, until they did. Life does this...
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It has been a whole day, a whole day of me sitting in my kitchen and drinking tea. My mom came home late last night and told me how she was so mad that she couldn't speak, but Richie did. He blew up on his mother, telling her how she's never wanted anything good to happen to him and how bad of a parent she is, how she never loved hi and he tried so hard to love her. That's why he said he'd needed me, he needs to fill that void of a woman living him to make up for her empty shell of parenting. She ruined his life.
Bill and Eddie had to pick him up off the floor afterwards because he'd collapsed to his knees after and sobbed his eyes out. I'm so sorry Richie.
"He's worries that you won't ever talk to him again, he wants to come here but he thinks you need space too." I was informed a few hours into the day as Eddie sat with me.
"Eddie, I'm so tired of it, I try so hard to please these people because I'm gonna have to do it eventually. There's gonna be someone at school, work, in life who hates me and that's fine. I just...I can't sit there and listen to someone like her who said that they loved me to change their mind, why do they do that? Why did they change their minds? Why'd he leave, when you love someone you love them forever that's how it's supposed to go? I can't let her just sit around and remind me about everything I hate about myself!" He stared at me for a bit as I stood up and paced four paces up my kitchen then four paces the opposite direction.
"Are you gonna cry?" He asked me as he stood up. I put my head down then looked up at him.
"No..." tears welled in my eyes, "....yeah." I said as I began sobbing like a child. I'm supposed to be an adult, I wasn't supposed to hurt anymore, it wasn't supposed to hurt anymore.
"Do you want a hug?" He held his arms open. He was waiting for me, he knew I needed this. He knew that he was my dad and I was a people pleaser, I've always been.
"No..."I sighed as I cried, my breathing labored, "...yeah." I said as I was walking into his arms. He wrapped his arms around me, rocking me a bit.
"He loves you, you know that, he's do anything to have you right now." Eddie reassured me. I looked up at him with big doe eyes and furrowed my brows.
"You would too...." Eddie was Eddie again, he was no longer Richie, I liked him this way, the way his striped dirt went okay with his plain pants, I liked how much curlier his hair got but how he'd cut it so he could be nearer looking.
He looked at me then paused, his breathing stopped and his hands became shaky on my back, "I know, and it sucks, not because I can't have you or that you fell for my best friend, but because I think I'll always be this way. In the back of my mind you'll always be my first love."
"This of it this way, in some crazy, nutso alternate reality— you aren't Eddie the hypochondriac, or the germaphobe, you're the love of my life and we can have anything we'd like in a big house and do anything we want. Anything is possible when you're a King." He smiled and kissed my forehead.
