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11. Richie's POV

They don't show up. I walk home ashamed of myself, and immediatly go to sleep.

The next day, I walk to Eddie's house. I knock on the red door, staring at my cracked knuckles as I do so. A fat woman answers the door. Immediatly, I feel hatred for her, remembering her actions against Eddie. I feel the frown on my face.

"Who are you?" She asks.

"Hi, Mrs. Kaspbrak," I say in the nicest voice I could muster. You have to be friends with the enemy.  "Is Eddie here?" Her glare cuts me.

"I don't know who you are, but a hoodlum like you is not going to touch my sweet boy," she hisses. I punch the inside of my leg to keep from screaming at her. "Is he hanging out with you? Oh, that boy is gonna get it!"

"Nah, I'm just his lab partner. I was asking if he had the notes. Mine got rain damaged."

"Well, he's gone. I dont know where, so dont wait."

"W-what?"

"God, you sound like his pathetic friend," she mutters. "He ran away, not that its any of your business."

"D-do you know where?" She slams the door shut. I pinch the inside of my leg harder and harder until the urge to kill her is gone. Almost.

I walk around town, trying to distract myself from the shoebox of drugs shoved under my bed. And the razors.

Shut up, Richie. You aren't actually gonna cut again. You can fix your shitty life.

I walk to Beverly's house.

When I arrive to her appartment, 250, I knock slightly, hoping she didn't hear so I can turn back. But she does. She answers the door slightly at first, but when she sees me, she opens it all the way.

"Richie?"

"H-hey, Bev Bug," I say. Bev Bug. She used to love when I called her that. She hesitantly pulls me in to a hug.

"Fuck, you got skinny," she whispers into my neck. Tears rush in to be seen, but I mask them with a smile.

"I'm sorry I overreacted," I say, insecurity lining the words. A single tear falls onto her gorgeous face.

"No you didn't." A figure walks towards us, but I cant tell from the darkness the room displays from the dead lightbulbs.

Please don't let it be Mr. Marsh.

It's Eddie.

"Ed's? What are you doing here?

"Rich! I thought," he begins.

"Your mom said you ran away," I say, letting go of Bev's embrace and walk towards the petite, but fit boy.

"Y-you m-met my mom?" I shrug my shoulders.

"Aside from the total bitchiness, she's still fuckable," I declare in a British voice, Bev punching my shoulder hard.

"Uhm..." he sputters. I smile.

They're not going to forgive you, Richie.

"C'mon, stoner! Get in here!" Bev pulls me in for another hug, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Are you guys-" Eddie mumbles, almost looking terrified. Fuckin Eds.

"Yeah," I tease. "We're okay now." Bev gives me the most genuine smile as I hug her.

"Have you talked to the others?" Bev asks. I walk to the couch and sit down, Eddie and Bev following.

Bad idea.

"Let's watch a movie," I shout. Bev runs to her room.

"Alone at last," I whisper in Eddie's ear. He blushes as I shrug my arm over his shoulders.

"R-rich, what if she comes back?"

"Nah, she gets really distracted, she'll be back there for a few minutes." I gently push his body closer to mine.

"Why were you looking for me?" He whispers. I ruffle my fingers through his soft hair.

"Got a little lonely." Bev strolls back in and Eddie and I separate like there was a monster between us.

"Do you mind if the Losers join?" Bev asks. I nod and she runs back into her room. I pull Eddie closer to me again.

"You're actually really adorable," I mutter into his hair. I look down and he grins at me, but it seems almost... fake?

Feeling the sudden urge to move around, I decide to have some bravery for once in my fucking life and make some food.

I grab the box of microwave popcorn out of the cupboard and throw it into the microwave, walking back to my spot on the couch with Eddie.

"What movie do you want, Eds?" He frowns and doesnt let me pull him closer.

"I'm not gay, Richie. I mean, the kiss was really nice, but I don't feel that way," he mutters staring at the blank TV screen. Another piece of my broken heart.

This is what you get for letting people into your life, Richie.

"Uhm," I grumble, standing up and grabbing my coat. "This was a mistake." I walk out of the door and slam it shut, leaving the apartment building.

It hurts less to feel numb than love.

Shut up, you don't love him.

I run home, a single tear lining my face in the cold weather.

The razors, Richard.

Maybe.

This chapter was kinda rough...
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