kissing in cars|reddie

twenty three

Eddie woke up at around four a.m., knowing his mother hadn't woken up yet. The boy had a terrible sleep, he kept waking up and dozing off, only to wake up again about three times more which made him pissed. He hopped out of his bed, sighing and rubbing his eyes, last night he'd gotten into a rough conversation with Sonia and then he ate dinner and went to his room. He missed Richie.

Eddie pondered, it was early in the morning and he had the chance to run away again. But he was tired, he needed something else to do instead of get him in more trouble. He decided on an impulsive decision to change himself up a bit, and while the idea was completely out of the blue, he went along with it.

So he made his way to the bathroom after rubbing his eyes, yawning, and getting out of bed. The sun was barely rising, blue hues covering the sky, and pearly white snow glistening over the wasteland of Derry outside of his home.

Eddie locked the door behind him, making sure Sonia wouldn't barge in to bother him about what he's doing. Eddie looked in the mirror and glared at himself. Stupid, fuck-up, little shit.

He grabbed the rusty scissors off of the sink below his head. Using one hand to lift pieces of his hair, the other put the scissors to work. Snip, snip, sniiip.

Eddie didn't know how to cut his own hair, he never had that experience. But he felt really risky, so he continued cutting off his brown, curling strands.

He began crying.

You did this to yourself. He made his way to his bangs, lifting them up with his fingers. Then more snips. Sometimes he began heaving too much that he messed up when cutting, so (a lot of) his head had screwed up spots, his hair was choppy and the scissors were rusty which made things pretty bad.

It took him nearly thirty minutes to complete...whatever he did. Eddie wiped his eyes and nose and caressed his cheek, looking at the fallen pieces of hair that dropped in the sink.

There was a knock on the door.

"Eddie? What's that sound?" Sonia's muffled voice on the other side said. "Are you- Eddie, are you using scissors?! What are you doing in there?"

Before slowly unlocking the door, Eddie looked in the mirror. Oh no, he thought. I look worse than ever.

Sonia held her hips when Eddie opened the bathroom door slowly, his eye peeking out at her. He didn't want to show her what he'd done. Fuck.

"Open the door all the way, Edward."

"Why?" He deadpanned.

"Eddie. Do as I say."

Eddie gulped, "I was masturbating."

Sonia glared at him even more. She herself pushed open the door, making Eddie stumble back. She gasped at the sight: her son's pretty brown hair scattered across the bathroom floor and sink, her old styling scissors in the sink. Eddie's blotchy face and red, puffy eyes. His hands, trembling, shaking because he got caught yet again. Just as she expected, he wasn't masturbating.

"Eddie..." Sonia shook her head.

"I-" Eddie couldn't make anything up. "I wanted to cut my hair."

"Well, obviously you did that."

"Can we, er, can we bleach it?"

Sonia stared at his face again. He looked a bit fearful, staring right back at her. She rubbed her forehead, sighing loudly, "You're giving me a headache. You know what? Fine, let's bleach your hair."

"Really?"

"Now clean up this mess," said Sonia, retreating back to her sleep because when she woke back up, she'd have to take Eddie to the salon.