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Not Gay

Richie and Eddie walked hand and hand down the sidewalk to school, everyone starring at them as they make their way to the entrance. The Losers stood at the stairs, starring in complete shock.

"Finally got together, huh?" Bev asked, nudging Richie's arm.

"Eddie spaghetti here finally gave into my charm," Richie smiled, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek.

"Nice frisbee, flamer," An eerie voice said, creeping behind Stan and pushing him forwards.

"Ho-Holy sh-sh-shit!" Bill exclaimed, looking down at Stan. He had a bloody nose, and was laying face down on the ground.

"Stan get up," Beverly bent down, trying to help him up.

"No use in doing him, he's a fag. And so are these two," Henry Bowers walks up to Richie and Eddie, and Eddie steps closer to Richie.

"I thought I told you guys I didn't want more fags in my town," He knocks Richie on the head, making the taller boy fall.

Once he falls Eddie looks around, as if to ask his friends for help, but they aren't there. In the whole courtyard, there's only Henry Bowers and the girly boy.

"Do you know what I do to fags like you?" Henry steps closer and Eddie falls back onto the cold ground.

"I'm going to fucking kill yo-"

Eddie jumps out of his sleep before an imaginary Bowers can kill him, gasping for air. When the air doesn't reach his lungs, he turns to his nightstand in the hopes that he left his inhaler on it. Instead he is met by a closed eyes and freckled cheeks, belonging to the oh-so-famous Trashmouth.

He forgets that the boy often stays over, and he feels faint. Before he can pass out, the infamous Trashmouth's eyes flutter open, taking less than a second to jump too.

"Ed-" Eddie points to his nightstand, and Richie quickly grabs the inhaler, handing it to the gasping boy. It takes a few moments, but he catches his breath with Richie hugging him.

"Th-Thank you," Eddie sighs, leaning his head on Richie's chest.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Richie asks, caressing the smaller boy's face.

"Bad dream... Really, really bad." Confusing more than scary, it was. Why were he and Richie dating? He doesn't- he can't like Richie.

"What happened?"

"I don't want t-to say. It was weird and then really, really scary," Eddie sighs.

"Do you want me to stay longer? I can leave at eight and still get home on time." Richie started by sneaking out while his parents were fighting, sneaking out for a time. Then he realized his mom didn't come into his room to say goodnight when his parents fought, so he started sleeping over. She never fails to wake him at eight thirty usually, and only wakes him up early when she wants to drive him to school. Which hasn't happened for a while.

"N-No, I don't want you to get in trouble," Eddie sighs. He needs to think.

"Are you sure? Like, super, duper, sure, Eds?" Richie asks, giving the boy a teasing smile.

"Yes, Richie. Thank you."

"Alright, Eddie spaghetti," Richie gets out of the boy's bed, grabbing his sweatshirt before kissing Eddie on the cheek.

"See ya, Rich," Eddie sighs.

"Cheer up, Eds. Smile more," Richie says before climbing out of the window.

Eddie sat up and crossed his legs.

"What the hell?" He breaths out.

When Richie gets home he just about passes out, if he weren't upset by the fact that he could've spent the whole night at Eddie's house. He also wondered what the absolute fuck gave Eddie a panic attack at six thirty am. It had to be something bad, but Eddie was easy to scare.