kissing in cars|reddie

four

Everyone hates Mondays. Its the worst day of the week, mostly because the weekend goes by much too fast, and you don't get enough 'you' time. Monday is exhausting.

And for Eddie, everyday felt like a Monday.

Richie stopped talking to him after the grocery store incident, but Eddie would catch him occasionally glancing at him. The money was all spent. He had no more and he needed to find someone else to sleep with.

He had tried to talk to Collin Smith (it was at lunch time and he pulled him aside), one of Derry Highs infamous geeks, except that had ended with him getting a detention for Wednesday. But worse, a phone call to his mother.

That's why he was dreading going home. There were other ways he could get out from seeing his mother, however he was too frightened. And at this moment, Eddie made his way back to the bleachers to meet Richie Tozier. Not for fucking this time, but to stall.

Eddie had told him the story, after that, Richie had joked about it and laughed at him. Except he joined in on the laughter. Now that he said it aloud, he knew Collin Smith was a piece of shit that could get the plague and die in a ditch. Eddie didn't care for the stupid and ugly nerd.

"So you're not going home?" Richie asked him after some silence, he was leaning against the brick wall of the school under the bleachers. He decided on not bringing up their encounter at the store.

"Hell no. She's gonna kill me when I get there." Eddie chewed on some gum, his mouth tasted like fresh, cold mint.

"And why's that? She have a thing against fags?"

"Yeah," He looked at him. "She does."

"Sucks for you, then." Richie threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it with his shoe. The gray fog from it went away as soon as it had appeared.

"I just don't want to live with her anymore. I need a way out." Eddie said, but mostly to himself. If he were being honest, he wanted to take a bus to Massachusetts to meet his dad again...Sadly, he couldn't do that. His mother never supported him financially and probably never will. Her money was her money. She doesn't like wasting it on her disappointing son.

"See ya, gold digger." Richie replied; he looked at Eddie again, who was leaning against the brick wall with his back, arms crossed over his chest. He could see the dark bags under Eddie's eyes, the soft skin looked like two bruises. He almost felt sympathy for poor, closeted Eddie Kaspbrak.

"Wait, what about you? No one's ever seen you date a girl. You've only slept around." Eddie laughed at that. "And you call me a slut."

"Guess we both are. Except I'm the one who's entering, not being entered, dear."

"Gee, you didn't have to put it that way." Eddie scoffed. He was going to go crazy if Richie continued talking like that forever. The Trashmouth was always nagging at Eddie's nerves.

"I meant, do you ever do stuff with guys?"

"Nope," said Richie honestly. "Only one I've fucked was you, you whore bag."

"Easy with the nicknames, shit-head."

"No can do, Sir Fucks-a-lot."

"Suck my dick, you ass wipe." Eddie stepped closer to him, trying to look intimidating, which Richie thought was pathetically adorable.

"I was hoping you'd do it." Richie grabbed at his crotch and lifted it up and down, teasing the brunette. "You know how big it is, too." He was smirking like a fuck-head.

"I hate you so much, you don't even understand..."

"Hey, who's the one hiding from his mommy here? Exactly. Don't complain when you practically ran to me."

"You're not my super hero."

"And I'm glad I'm not. Whoever would save your ass is going to be sorry." He looked at his wristwatch, it was nearing 3 p.m. and he needed to get home so he could do some chores (so his father wouldn't yell). Richie sighed and took the car keys from his pocket.

"Gotta go. I hope your mother treats you like shit." Said Richie, winking at him and then walking away while whistling.

She already does. Eddie glared at the back of him. Now he needed to face her.

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He was at his front door. The time was five p.m., and earlier he had decided to sit at the swing set in the park for the hours to pass. Eventually, he knew he needed to go home. So that was why he was just staring at his house door. He was frightened of his mother.

"Ma, I'm home." He said when he finally stepped through. There was no reply.

The house was dimly lit, the only light coming from the kitchen and TV in the parlor (some black and white show was on, Eddie heard some voices and knew it was The Twilight Zone). Eddie didn't know whether or not to just run to his room, or to confront his parent. The choices were aggravating.

Deciding on finding his mother, Eddie dropped his backpack by the coat rack, where he settled his jacket on. He collected himself with a soft sigh, then slowly walked into the living room. His mother was in her same, boring La-Z-boy.

"Sorry I was late. Got caught up doing something- I was doing homework in the library." Eddie lied, looking straight at his mother's face. Her gaze was on the TV, but then she faced him, her eyes glaring into him.

"Your school called me today, Eddie." Her voice was like venom- he was being poisoned. "I don't want to believe what they told me was true. Why don't you tell me what you've been doing?"

"Momma, I-" Eddie gulped. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't be stupid now, Eddie-bear. Is it true you've been doing...bad things...with other boys?"

"It's not true, ma, I swear! I don't do that stuff!" He was desperate for her to believe him. He didn't want to get kicked out, or worse, sent to a mental hospital or conversion therapy. If he did, people would say he was loony and insane. He wasn't sick. Being gay isn't a disease.

"Then say it, Edward. Tell me you aren't one of them." Sonia knew exactly what she wanted him to say. She wanted her son to be straight, and marry a lovely woman, and bare her grandchildren.

"I'm not queer." Eddie looked right in his mother's eyes. "I don't like men." His heart was beating fast as he lied to his moms face.

Sonia seemed to take the lie. "Good." She exhaled, then faked a smile at her son. "Go on, now. Finish your school work."

"Right."

Taking the hallway to his room, Eddie let out the deep breath he didn't know he was holding. A thought, and a rebellious one, came to him.

I need to get me out of this joint.

And perhaps, although it was such a crazy idea, he needed to get out of Maine.

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Lets all agree that we don't like Sonia unless she's supportive and nice in a fanfic lol