IT oneshots

When we're older pt. 1

" do you still think that we will be friends when we're older?"
Stan's words still rang in Richie's head. The losers were his only friends and he'd never want to lose them, but what if Stan was right? What if they go their separate ways and never see each other ever again?
" Hey, are you ok?" Eddie said as they walked down the sidewalk. "Ever since the thing Stan said you've been quite. Which isn't a good sign." Richie didn't answer him, he just kept walking.
"You're going to have to answer me, or I'll keep annoying the shit out of you!" Eddie jumped in front of Richie so he was forced to look at him.
Richie stopped walking and just stared at Eddie. A light blush appeared on his face. It's been almost a year since they beat IT and everyone has changed a little bit since then. Eddie even grew a couple inches so now he didn't have to crane his neck to look at the other losers. There was a moment of silence before he said anything.
"What do you think?" Richie said at last. "Do you really think we will always be friends?" Richie mumbled. He was now starting to sound anxious.
"What do I think?" Eddie repeated, "I think what your saying is a bunch of fucking bullshit. Your starting to sound like Stan." Eddie said, moving out of the way so that they could continue walking to Eddie's house.
"Hey, maybe you could come over to my house instead?" Richie said trying to change the subject. " but I bet you'll say no, you don't want to disappoint your mommy. Speaking of her how is she? I haven't been able to see her lately because of homework." Richie tried to lighten up the mood with one of his famous jokes.
"Oh shut up Rich!" Eddie groaned. " and yeah, I'll come over to your house for a bit."
"Wait what? I was expecting you to say no. I think I like the new Eddie." Eddie blushed when he said that.

The walk back to Richie's house was quiet, except for the occasional dog barking in the background. When they got to his house they ran inside and went up to Richie's room.
"So," Richie began "how 'bout we play a game." He said, jumping on his bed and laying down.
"If your thinking about playing truth or dare I'm not playing," Eddie said, opening one of the books that were lying on the floor.
"By the way, your room is a fucking mess. It's like you never clean up." He placed the book on the bookshelf next to Richie's bed.
"You're correct. I never clean up." Richie answered. Eddie rolled his eyes at the taller boy.
Eddie sat down next to Richie on the bed. He looked up at Richie like he was going to say something. He opened his mouth and closed it, deciding it was best to just shut up.
"If your going to ask about earlier I'm fine." Richie said, answering the question that was going through Eddie's mind.
"I was gonna ask if you got anymore comics." Said Eddie, looking down at his hands.
"Yeah right." Richie said, " you never even touched a comic before."
Eddie was actually going to ask if he was okay, but quickly changed his question when he noticed that Richie really didn't want to talk about it. Plus he saw the stack of comics on his bookshelf.
He knew not to get Richie mad, especially about a topic so delicate, but that didn't mean he couldn't annoy the shit out of him.
"You sure? What Stan said is a possibility. We could leave and never see each other ever again and then you would grow old and sad and then-" Eddie was cut off by Richie.
"I'm scared. I'm scared that I'll never see you guys again. Especially you, out of all people. The losers are my only friends, and plus, they all are already talking about the future. They plan to leave." Richie stood up and walked over to his bedroom door.
"I have nothing to look forward to. The world isn't going to accept people like me." Richie said, before leaving and closing the door.
What the hell does he mean 'people like me'? Eddie thought. Whatever it meant Eddie was determined to find out what was wrong with his best friend.