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daddy's double updating ♥

may ❀ age 15 -16

"you know there's things you have to do before we can let you in, four eyes" henry sighed as they smoked on the benches, with patrick and belch.

"like what?" richie asked. "rob a bank?"

"think something smaller. that gig is just coming up" patrick pointed out.

"since you're a beginner. you're just gonna steal from the store" henry pointed at the local store near them.

"that's it?" richie lifted a brow.

"Oh don't be so modest...old man Colin, who owns that store, has a fucking hawk eye. he'll see you stealing the smallest things" belch chuckled.

"so what is this? some kind of bowers' gang ritual?" richie let out a breathy laugh and took a drag from his cigarette.

"yeah, you could call it that...now get in there and get us a pack of marlboro and a pack of beer. and once you're at it, bring something sweet. that's what keeps us being the slightest nice to you, four eyes" henry explained.

"will this make you stop calling me that?" richie asked and stood up, stomping on his cigarette.

"mayhaps. you just gotta find out" henry smirked, making richie roll his eyes. he then turned around and headed towards the store, heart thumping against his chest.

he's stolen candy when he was little. very little, but that's it. nobody ever caught him. that was probably because he was so short and small, so nobody didn't see him grab a candybar from the bottom shelf. but this was different. because this was a small store and richie was tall now. tall and noticeable. he stepped into the store, the bell ringing above him.

mr Colin greeted richie, where richie replied with a nod. he headed towards the alcohol section and grabbed a few bottles of beer, since he couldn't find a six pack. he put them in his jacket's pockets, since he had very big pockets, also the bottles weren't very big. after that, he headed towards the candy aisle, looking at the candies, his mouth watering. it's been a while since he's eaten anything sweet. he shortly looked around and began pulling candies inside his jacket, to the pocket which was hidden there. he did that, until he saw something from the corner of his eyes.

he turned around and saw the short boy with umbra colored soft curls, deep brown eyes, pink lips, freckles dotted over his cheeks and nose, petite shoulders tensed up, pink shirt tugged into red shorts, pressing a pack of bandaids against his chest.

eddie.

"richie?" eddie asked carefully.

"shut up" richie mouthed to him.

"are you stea-" eddie was cut off by richie pushing his hand against eddie's mouth, shutting the smaller boy up. "shut the fuck up, eddie. i swear if you tell anyone about this..."

richie's hand smelt like cigarettes. eddie hated the smell of smoke, but somehow, he had missed the scent, since it reminded him of richie. he pushed his hand away and scrunched his nose. "what are you gonna do? huh? force me to race cars with you?"