𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 // 𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠🦋

Chapter Nine🌔

Low trigger warning ⚠️  Just a mention of suicidal thoughts, I think?
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"Do you know how to knock?" Stan yelled.

"Bitch, I'm Richie Tozier! I don't knock."

Bill rolled his eyes from the counter, "W-well what if his p-p-parents were in here? It wouldn't g-go well."

"Yeah, they'd probably send you out."

"Come on Stan, you know your parents love me."

"Rich, I don't think any of our parents even like you." Eddie was still under Richie's arm. It was comfortable for him, and the other two knew they were like this, even when it was normal. It was Richie, he always did it.

"Well I mean your mom-"

"Shut it Richie, that's disgusting."

"Come on! It's funny! Speaking of parents, where's yours, Stan the Man?"

"Just shopping, they'll be back soon so don't go crazy."

"You r-realize you're telling Ri-Richie that, right?" Bill hopped down from the counter and stood next to Stan. Eddie felt an uneasy feeling come across him. He felt as if they were seeing right through him, knowing all the secrets he was trying to hide. He ducked down and got out from under Richie's arm.

"I'll go put my stuff in your room."

"Come back when you're done, we're going to go downstairs soon."

Eddie walked away from the group and heard Richie joke with Bill. He went into Stan's room and sat his bag down. He looked around, nothing had changed in his room for the past few weeks since he's been there. There was still not a single crumb or mess anywhere. He went over to the bed and laid down. He appreciated having a little time alone, especially away from his mom. He stretched across the bed. He loved being able to have the space, even though he already knew he preferred Richie being there with him. He opened his fanny pack and brought out his inhaler. I fucking hate asthma. For Eddie, it ruined everything. He couldn't play or have fun like the other kids without having an attack, and it felt like his mom hovered over him; watching every move he does. The asthma just gave her more reason to do so.

Eddie groaned and threw it back into the fanny pack. He rolled over and stretched his arms, it was helping him relax. He sat up and turned towards the door.

"What the hell were you doing on my bed?"

He stopped. Stan was waiting in the doorway holding a journal. Eddie rubbed his eyes and walked towards Stan.

"We don't speak of this, or I will literally kick you in the balls."

Stan backed up, "Wasn't planning on it. I just uhh- needed to put this up."

Stan held up his journal and went into the room. Eddie turned towards him. Stan put the journal in his bookcase and smirked at Eddie.

"That was pretty fun to watch."

Eddie scowled at him. "You are seriously an asshole."