Lost Boy||Reddie {completed}

X. The Call

                            -Eddies POV-
At sundown Richie and I headed back home from the quarry. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, my legs felt like jello and my whole body ached from all the swimming we did. The whole time we were walking home I was completely zoned out. My eyes were heavy and I kept yawning.
"Damn," Richie chuckled while looking at me "Eds you look like you just climbed fucking Mount Everest!"
"Oh heh, yea, I'm a bit tired."
"Are ya gonna make it?"
"Maybe..." I sighed through a yawn.
"Do you want me to carry you? You look like you're gonna collapse or some shit!"
Before I could answer Richie scooped me up. He looked down into my eyes, "Better?"
"Yea" I yawned again "thanks Rich."
"Anytime." he smiled softly.
About 5 minutes or so and we arrived back at Richie's house- luckily his parents weren't home. There was a note on the kitchen table that read, "going out of town, not sure when we'll be back" signed by his mom and dad.
"Pretty fuckin convenient huh?" Richie smirks.
"Yea I guess so..."
"Something wrong spaghetti? You seem low."
"Nah I'm... I'm fine..." I mean there was something on my mind but I didn't want to talk about it, I guess it's kind of important though.
"Cmon out with it, yknow you can tell me anything." the look in his eyes was so comforting, god I love him. I knew I had to tell him what was on my mind, but I also knew when I did, I'd cry.
"Uh so," I croaked and suddenly tears start rolling down my face "w-we gotta figure out" I couldn't control myself any more, the tears took over. Richie pulled me in for a tight hug. "Shhh, it's okay Eddie" he patted me on the back. Richie isn't an expert on comforting but he tries his best. He picked me up and we went and sat on the couch. Richie was still holding me when we got to the couch, I couldn't stop crying. For the next 15 minutes we just sat there and Richie held me so tight my problems seemed to go away. So finally I put myself together and told him.
"So, I need to figure out what I'm going to do about my whole... going back to my mom or not. I-I just, I don't want to go back but uh..."
"Yea, I know Eddie. We'll figure it out I promise. I'm not gonna let you go back to that hell hole." he brushed the hair off my face.
"Maybe I should write her a letter?"
"I mean that could work.."
"But if I do that it'll take to fucking long to get a response."
"Ya could just give her a call?"
"But what if she tells me to come back."
"Well don't give up that damn easy then!" Richie cracked a little smile and kissed my forehead.
"You have a point. I'll call her"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Thanks for helping me, I love you." I lean up towards Richie to kiss him on the cheek at the same time he leans towards me and we ended up kissing on the lips. At first I was surprised, then nervous.
Should I pull back?
Richie didn't seem too freaked out. He leaned back for a second "Bullseye" he murmured then continued to kiss me. Now the nervousness totally left my body, I felt fine.
I pulled away, "Richie, uh, I should probably go call my mom now..."
"Oh hah yea I guess so. But our phone doesn't work here after my fucking dad ripped it out while he was drunk as hell one night so, uh yea. You'll have to use the pay phone down the road. Want me to go with you?"
"Thanks, but I think I need to do this on my own. I'll let you know how it goes."
On my way to the payphone I kept trying to rehearse what I was going to say but I just couldn't keep it in my head. Then I found myself standing in front of the payphone. I took a deep breath, dropped a quarter in, then dialed the number. The phone rang and rang and rang... it went to voicemail. I was about to just hang up but I decided to just get over with it.
"Hey mommy... uh so I have to tell you soemthing..." I took a shaky breath in and spilled everything; about how joining the team was a lie, I used the money she gave me to come to Derry, and even how I love Richie and that I want to stay here with him. I told her I was safe and that I've been taking my medicine. I told her I loved her. (I may have cried a little bit.) I hung up the phone, walked back to Richie's, told him everything I told my mom and cried a bit more. Truth is I was going to miss my mom in the slightest bit, but I mean she tried to take me away from my best friends and Richie.
I waited for her to return the call or write back or even show up and try to drag me back to Missouri, but we never heard from her again.