sweetener|reddie

six

Eddie woke up with a major hangover as his alarm clock went off and blasted into his ears. The noise was deafening and Eddie had a massive headache. He couldn't focus for a moment before fluttering his eyes opened wider. His vision was slightly blurred, and the pain in his head didn't help with the sudden confusion about everything.

Richie.

Eddie yawned and rubbed his eyes before pulling off his silk blanket; getting his phone from his desk. He turned it on, and a few notifications showed up.

Cheer Ladies💞☺👄💝: practice tomorrow after school!
6:39 am

Mommy: make sure you eat breakfast before going to school, Eddie-bear!
5:44 am

4 missed calls from Richie❤💖💕💚💝
7:12 am

8 more notifications

Eddie looked at the time on his phone, it was currently 7:55, which meant school was beginning.

"Oh fuck oh shit I'm so hungover!" Eddie scrambled to find an outfit from his closet, deciding on a loose shirt with an Xbox symbol in the middle that was too big for him. The shirt draped over his crotch area, and his shorts were a salmon color. Quickly, he combed his soft hair, brushed his teeth, and put a random pair of shoes on. It was 8:10 by the time he left his house, forgetting about the bacon his mother made in the kitchen.

"FUCK!" Eddie yelled again, running to his school which would take almost another five or ten minutes to arrive. His legs shook as he continued to gasp for air from running.

He finally made it to the entrance, running to his next class. He was exhausted and still felt that pain in his head. He was too stunned and worried to realize he only got 3 hours of sleep.

His first class was with Richie, and Eddie couldn't really remember what had happened after they began to play Spin the Bottle.

"Eddie, you made it," the teacher, Beverly Marsh's dad, Al Marsh, said. His smile was contagious, so Eddie smiled back. "Take a seat, we were about to begin our new topic."

Eddie quickly took his seat, ignoring the eyes on him.

He looked at the back of Richie's head, he was there. Eddie smiled, however Richie ignored him for most of the class.

"Eddie, you look terrible...." Bev said to him. She looked at the smaller boys face. And she was right, he did look terrible. He wore a ridiculous outfit, the colors didn't match. His hair became undone because of his frantic running. He had bags under his eyes from exhaustion and tiredness. To add, he still had a headache.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"You were so drunk last night, Eddie. What do you remember?"

"Not a lot," Eddie answered, rubbing his eyes. "I remember when me and Richie arrived and we were gonna play that game. Then I got drunk. So I can't remember a thing after that."

Bev shook her head, "yeah, you were really intoxicated. Bill told me something that happened since I was drunk too, but I don't think you want to hear it..."

Eddie blushed, "what did I do, Bev?"

She sighed, "a lot of shit. With Richie."