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june ❀ age 17-18 

the football season had ended. the derry high school lost. it was a big deal to everyone. the whole school loved football. everyone was hundred percent with the game, either cheering in the crowd or on the cheersquad or playing on the team. so losing the last game of the semester really bumped everyone out. not even talking about the fact that gibbs fogarty, which had been given the place of defensive tackle, richie's old place. which meant richie was now the offensive player.

gibbs was just being a bitch, mike had said, but richie still felt like it really was his fault that they lost.

"won't you ever believe" eddie sighed as he sat on the bench of the boys' locker room, waiting for richie to get dressed. they were the last two in the dark locker room, the steam floating in the showers, sending a warm, humid temperature to the lockers.

"it was my fault" richie said sternly and pulled on his shirt.

"but it wasn't" eddie whined and got up. his cheerleader uniform was packed in his gymbag, meaning he was currently wearing whatever pastel colored clothes under a red hoodie, which he had stolen from richie.

"eddie, I didn't pass the ball to spencer when I had the chance. we would've made a touchdown if I had pass the ball. but I kept it to myself and got tackled" richie spun around, water dripping from his hair onto the floor under him.

"it happens" eddie shrugged. "I don't make every move perfectly either"

"it sure looks pretty perfect to me" richie glanced eddie's body up and down before untying his towel and slipping his boxers on.

"goddamnit richie...I'm just trying to make you feel less guilty" eddie sighed. "are you just being a bitch right now?"

"maybe" richie shrugged and pulled his jeans on and running a hand through his hair. "eds, I appreciate that you try to make me feel better. trust me, it's really adorable, but i'm just really fucked about this cause this game meant a lot to me"

eddie gave richie a sympathetic smile. "I know it did"

richie didn't reply. he just zipped his bag close and put on his leather coat, making him look really fucking attractive in eddie's eyes. and in pretty much anyone's eyes.

"whatever...let's just go"

eddie followed richie out of the locker room into the warm air of june. tomorrow was their last day of school. it meant that when they started school on fall, they'd be the oldest in the school, seniors.

"Hey rich" eddie pulled richie's wrist a bit backwards, making the taller boy look over his shoulder. "what?"

"you aren't mad at me, are you?" eddie lifted a brow.

richie looked confused for a second, until bursting into a laugh. "why would I be mad at you?"

"I did a bad job making you happy?" eddie suggested where the other only shook his head. "Oh eddie, you're so silly. i'd never be mad at you because we lost some stupid game"

eddie smirked. "you said some stupid game"

"yeah?"