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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱 ~ 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

Hi everyone! This is unedited and kinda rushed, but this contains a tiny smidge of like smutty content I guess. 

It's nothing major, so calm your tits, but if you get uncomfortable, just skip that part.

Otherwise, enjoy my lovelies!

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"Just so you all know! We didn't have sex!" Eddie roared at his friends, slamming the door on his way out, feeling more pissed than ever.

"Well we think we didn't." Richie shrugged after Eddie had left.

The losers club rolled their eyes at the idiocy of their friends.

Eddie ran his fingers through his hair, relishing the fact that he was alone.

He needed space. He needed time to process what the fuck had just happened.

Did I sleep with Richie or did I not? Why can't I fucking remember!?

He continued to walk to his house, stopping every few minutes to cringe at his awful headache.

I am never drinking again. He vowed.

Eddie was beyond scared. What if he had a disease or a sickness or an std?

How would he explain it to his mother?

Oh god his mother.

I have to get to the fucking bottom of this!

He rounded a corner and saw the Derry park.

Perfect place for thinking

Ignoring all the swings and slides, Eddie marched straight to the flower patch, lying down in the strong scent of roses and lilies.

Okay think. What was the last thing you remember? Eddie thought, closing his eyes.

He racked his brain for answers, trying to place the events in order.

Finally, Eddie thought he might have something.

I had just kissed Richie and had a bottle of beer.

I felt a bit dizzy, but more relaxed so I started dancing with everyone.

It was getting late, so I think Stan, Bill and Ben went to bed.

Then followed by Beverly and Mike.

Richie and I were the only ones awake in the living room.

Richie had another cigarette in his mouth, the grey puffs of smoke enveloping us, his eyes clamped shut.

I remember feeling unstoppable. I felt refreshed and energized and alive.

Like I could do anything.

"Could I have some?" I motioned towards the cigarette. I knew my words slurred together and at first, I thought he didn't hear me, I thought he had fallen asleep, but then he replied.

"You sure that's a good idea Eds?" Richie opened one eye, looking me up and down like I was some sort of criminal.

I giggled and replied, "I love it when you call me Eds, and yeah I'm sure! Screw asthma!" I pumped my fist in the air.

Eddie opened his eyes; did he really just tell Richie he liked it when he called him Eds? Was he really about to try a cigarette?

He was definitely never drinking again.