FIXED // Reddie [WORK IN PROGRESS]

Chapter 3/ Photography Genius

"Come on Eddie! This is the biggest game of our season! The game where we can show the school what we got! you have to be there your the best photographer we got." Mr.  Skarsgård exclaimed. "You'll get amazing shots for the yearbook Eddie," Mr. Skarsgård the head of the Yearbook club said concluding his point.

" You sure you want me? I barely even fit in at this school." Eddie responded awkwardly.

"I'm positive Eddie, now go schools almost over and you have to get your camera cleaned and prepared for the game tonight." Mr. Skarsgård said pushing Eddie out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"uggghhhhh..... worst situation I can be in right now," Eddie said to himself.

Eddie was never a boy who enjoyed football games, or any sports in general, he was not an athletic boy, he was a pretty boy, he liked the smell of perfume instead of cologne, he liked all of the colors that boys would label you weak in, he was a human that liked many things, but was judged for it.

As Eddie made his way to the entrance of the school after stopping by his locker, he stepped outside taking only a few steps before being greeted by Henry and his Goons.

"Hey, faggot," The mullet haircut asshole Henry said.

"Can I just have one fucking day, that I don't get antagonized?!" Eddie said pushing passed, Henry.

Henry grabbed the back collar of Eddie's shirt, twisting Eddie around shoving him against a tree that was nearby them. "It wouldn't be fun that way pretty boy," Henry said before taking a quick strike at Eddie's face with his fist.

Henry took through another punch at the boys face, before getting pulled and thrown back on the ground.

Henry looked up to see the face of Richie Tozier before getting socked in the face.

"Don't fucking touch him, you mullet wearing asshole," Richie said spitting on Henry, before walking up to Eddie picking him up and making his way out of there down the road.

"why.........did..... you do.....that..." Eddie said trying not to rush to cause himself any more pain.

"I told you once Eddie Spaghetti and I'm gonna tell you again, I care about you enough to help," Richie said looking down at the boy he was holding in his arms as he continued walking.

"I......." Eddie paused groaning in pain.

"AWwgguhhhh" Eddie held his eye feeling the pain worsen.

"Hold on we're almost there," Richie said walking faster, he was taking Eddie to his house he needed to take care of him first more than anything. Richie always has cared for Eddie, he always has l-

"We're here," Richie said quickly opening the door to his two-story house and walking inside kicking the door closed with his foot, he walked into the plain living room laying Eddie on the couch before running upstairs to the bathroom and grabbing the first Aid kit for Eddie.

Eddie looked around remembering the familiar place, he remembered the smell, he remembered what had happened that day of the incident in the same room, the same emotions that he'd gone through that day had rummaged his mind.

"Sit up," Richie said startling Eddie of his thoughts, Eddie sat up listening to his orders.

Richie got on his knees opening up the First-Aid kit, he grabbed a cotton ball and some peroxide, he dabbed the cotton ball with the peroxide and lifted up Eddie's chin.

"heh, your face is still as delicate as I remember Eds...." Richie blurted out not realizing what he had just said.

"shut up trash mouth......don't call me that...." Eddie said as Richie cleaned dabbed the cotton filled peroxide ball on the blood that was on Eddie's face.

Eddie flinched "Augggh!" Eddie shook his head

"whats wrong?" Richie asked concerned

"Nothing i-its just the fucking peroxide dumbass" Eddie exclaimed

"Sorry asshole I was just trying to help," Richie said before handing Eddie a packet of ice.

"Here ice your eye it's a bit dark at the moment, you're probably gonna end up having a black eye for a few days Eds," Richie said before heading into the room next to them.

"My mother is gonna fucking freak out," Eddie said realizing that his mom would just put him in the hospital emergency room making him stay there for hours on end getting x-rays and more medications.

"Not if you use this" Richie said tossing a bottle of cover-up at Eddie.

Eddie caught it "Whats this? Some type of lube" Eddie snickered.

"Its cover-up dumbass its something people use for their face to cover up shit," Richie said grabbing a bag of chips from the cabinet of the kitchen and exciting to the living room.

"I guess I can use it, but if I end up with any disease I'm gonna blame you trash mouth" Eddie exclaimed

"Whatever Eddie Spaghetti, now head home your mom is probably worried about you," Richie said walking upstairs and closing the door to his bedroom.

"asshole... I don't even understand why you're being nice to me" Eddie said underneath his breath before leaving the cluttered and quiet house. 

Richie watched from his window as the young pretty freckled boy walked off down the street putting on the cover-up that he'd gave him with a mirror that he had in his fannypack. 

He smiled and quickly frowned as the thought that they would never be would become friends again incinerated his happiness.