EDDIE GRIMACES.
Denny's Diner isn't the most hygienic of places. Most of the schools' population retire to the diner for lunch, meaning it must be crawling with germs of all kinds.
The boy adjusts the straps on his faded denim overalls and pulls the sleeves of his vibrant windbreaker over his knuckles.
The previous night at Bills had been the same as always. Once they arrived at the Denbrough residency the boys retreated to Billy's room and watched the latest Nightmare On Elm Street movie, stuffing themselves with Mrs.Denbroughs homemade treats.
To Eddie, Bill's home is more of a home than his own. The Kaspbrak household is a prison. Sonia Kaspbrak does a fantastic job of making the house as un-homely as possible. Eddie usually locks himself in his room when he gets home, and plays music until he can drown out the noise of his mother's incessant babbling. Music keeps Eddie Kaspbrak's mental health in order.
This is why the only aspect of the diner that Eddie likes is the ancient jukebox in the corner. At the moment Livin' On A Prayer was playing. Eddie smiles at the sound of Bill muttering the lyrics under his breath. They stroll towards the booth in the corner which Bev and Rich are occupying.
"Muh-morning!" The taller boy declares, plopping onto the plush seat opposite the other two. Eddie raises his eyebrows at Bills sudden enthusiasm.
"Morning guys! Hungry?" Beverly tilts her head, drumming her fingers on the table. Bill nods.
"I'm starving, Beverly." Richie responds, and as if on cue, his stomach rumbles loudly.
Beverly waves a waitress over, gesturing towards their empty table. A girl around their age saunters over to the booth, shooting suggestive looks at Bill and Richie (despite Rich's swollen, bruised nose). Both boys mirror each other's uncomfortable expressions. Eddie scoffs.
"What would you like, boys?" The waitress bats her eyelashes.
"I'll have a gluten-free strawberry milkshake and a side of hash browns," The small boy says, arms now crossed over his chest. Beverly snickers, eyeing the waitress with narrowed eyes.
"And we'll have two vanilla milkshakes with a large portion of curly fries," she snorts, ordering on behalf of herself and Richie.
The waitress barely acknowledges the girl, turning her attention to Bill.
"And for you, big man?" She questions, pulling her thin lips into a sly smirk. Eddie chortles, slinging his arm around Bill's shoulder.
"Big man," Eddie begins, drawing quotation marks in the air, "would like a banana milkshake and a stack of pancakes."
Bill chuckles in amusement, letting his head fall onto Eddie's shoulder. The waitress' smirk falters and she nods curtly, stalking off towards the kitchen.
The group exchange amused glances before breaking into a fit of laughter.
"Wow, who knew little Eddie K had it in him." Richie joked.
He notes how the corners of Eddie's eyes crinkle and how his freckled nose scrunches as he laughs. He admires the way the sun complements the smaller boy's golden skin. Richie wonders if Eddie and Bill are a couple. Not that it matters.
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The foursome get along quite well.
Eddie is gesturing wildly with his hands in excitement.
"And I've finally saved enough money to buy Queen's latest album on vinyl!"
Beverly raises her plucked eyebrows and elbows Richie's ribs. He smiles crookedly, straightening his glasses.
"Queen? You've got the Album? No way dude, that's fucking awesome!" Richie exclaims, his messy curls bouncing crazily.
"You like them too?" Eddie's cinnamon eyes widen with curiosity. Eddie doesn't know anyone who shares his love for the band. Bill says Queen's music is repetitive, he prefers Michael Jackson and Bon Jovi.
"You have to come to my house, we can listen to it sometime!" Eddie suggests.
"Trying to get me in bed already Ed's? At least ask me on a date first!"
"D-Don't say stuff like that. And don't call me Ed's, or I'll withdraw my offer." Eddies freckled cheeks dust crimson.
Richie raises his hands in mock surrender, making Eddie smile.
"Pancakes, hash browns, curly fries and four milkshakes." Three plates are placed in front of them, by a different waitress this time. Richie offers Eddie a charming smile before delving into his breakfast.
Ed smiles to himself and sighs in content.
Richie Tozier is going to be the death of him.
Authors note:
I haven't updated in a while but this book's a flop anyways. I don't know how to continue with this chapter oops!
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Fanfiction[DISCONTUNUED] Eddie peers at Richie through his raven black eyelashes. His bambi brown orbs twinkling in the moonlight which dances on his polka dotted cheekbones as he utters the words Richie Tozier has been deprived of his entire life. "I love yo...
