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November ❀ age 12

"and here they come. late as usual" richie slow clapped at bill and beverly who sat on the lunch table. "what were you doing? fucking?"

"richie they're twelve" eddie glared at him.

"so? doesn't stop them from fucking" richie shrugged.

"leave them alone, richie" stan sighed, not giving eye contact to anyone.

"then why were you late? you're like always late" richie turned back to the redhead and brunette.

"none of your business" bev smiled and pecked bill's cheek.

"i can't believe you two are dating! bill, what about the bro code?" richie whined.

"nuh-no bro codes" he shook his head. "buh-because you h-haven't buh-been with bev"

"no, not that bro code. remember always rule number one! bros before hoes!"

"what if your bro is your hoe?" stan leaned forwards to meet richie's gaze, who gave him a sweet chuckle. "see, i knew you were still seeing those wet dreams of me"

stan flushed red, but didn't let his shield lack. he gave richie a smug look, which made richie go quiet. "really?"

"no, you cunt!" stan hissed.

"alright alright, calm down" eddie pouted. "nobody gives a fuck about the bro code"

richie gasped. "edward kasbprak. get the fuck out of this table."

eddie's eyes widened as he looked up at richie. "what? why?"

"you never insult the bro code" richie sad despising, taking his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"it's just a stupid pile of stupid rules" eddie shrugged.

"just shut up already oh my god! do you really want to sit with the nerds over there?" richie pointed at the group of kids who had their foods untouched and noses glued to their books.

"richie, c'mon" eddie pleaded.

richie sighed deeply and rolled his head to eddie. "you know I can't stay mad at you"

"corny-"

"shut up stan!" eddie exclaimed at the noodle scalp who flinched backwards. then the smaller boy turned back to richie who was taken back by eddie's harsh words. "are we good?"

"we were always good, einstein. i was messing with you" richie wrapped his other arm around eddie's neck and pressed his head against his chest. with his other hand he ruffled eddie's hair, messing the light curls.

"richiee, stop" eddie giggled.

"oh let him be, tozier" a female voice said behind them. richie turned around, eddie not able to since his head was pressed against richie's chest. stanley also turned around and bill and beverly looked up at betty ripsom who was holding his tray.