problematic ➳ reddie

59

march ❀ age 15 -16 

continued from the last chapter

as richie stopped in front of eddie's house, the smaller one unbuckled immediately and opened the door.

"eddie?" richie asked rushed, reaching for eddie's hand, but the other had pulled it away. he still turned to richie, his legs already out of the car. "what"

"we're good, right?"

eddie was quiet for a long time. richie's heart was pounding against his chest, eddie almost being able to hear the thumping. the silence began irritating and stressing richie out.

"right?" richie whispered.

eddie sighed and shook his head. "no. we're not cool"

richie's heart broke into million pieces. "w-why not?"

"you're too dangerous" eddie said with a shaky breath, having trouble keeping his sobs in. "bye, richie"

"eds..." richie let a tear roll down his cheek as he looked how his best friend, maybe not anymore, got up and shut the door behind him. "don't call me that"

and with that, eddie turned around and headed to the door.

"No, i can change, eddie!" richie let out an accidental sob.

"drop it, richie!" eddie spun around. "I don't wanna hear it! you can't change! you have anger issues!"

"you don't know that!" richie frowned. "you're not a fucking doctor!"

"I don't need to be to know that you need help to control it" eddie pursed his lips.

"shut the fuck up!" richie growled, making eddie flinch.

"just get out of my property! go fuck betty or something!" eddie clutched his fists.

"maybe I will!" richie started the car, the lights blinding eddie.

"have fun!" eddie flipped richie off, who returned the favor, driving away from eddie's house. eddie stared after richie's car for a long time, even when it had disappeared behind a corner. he just stared, waiting for his car to appear there again, richie changing his mind and coming back for eddie. he sat down on the grass, waiting. this couldn't be real. richie had to come back. he couldn't leave him....although eddie was the one who told him to leave.

but eddie didn't want richie to leave. god he missed him already. he was ripping the grass out of the ground, until after 30 minutes, he realized, richie was not coming back.

he got up, wiping his pants a little to get the little grass off of them. he let a tear roll down his cheek as he stepped into his house.

meanwhile richie was driving back to tom's house, angry, fresh tears across his face. his cheeks was flushed red and his lip was slightly bleeding from biting it so hard.

he couldn't believe his best friend, from 13 years, just said he had issues and that they should not hang out anymore. eddie did not exactly say that, but he meant it. and it hurt. a lot more than it shound. richie was angry. angry at himself for letting this happen.