Loserless love ||Reddie

☆Friend☆

Richie was sitting in his room. Staring outside the window a cigarette lays carelessly on his bottom lip. Richie had always smoked, after he tried it when he was about 6. He never liked it per say, but it helped with stress. But today, the cigarette was in his mouth for a different reason. To get rid of a mental image in his head.

The image of, a small dark brown curly haired kid. The one with light freckles across his upper cheeks and bridge of his nose. His soft smile, the way his eye brows furrowed when he was annoying or curious. The faint smell of medicine, his little fanny pack wrapped around his waist. His polo shirts, short red shorts...

Richie snaps back into reality as he hears the front door swing open then shut. He flinches putting out his cigarette throwing it out his window, slamming the window shut in the process. He runs to his bed and takes out a comic. He looks so calm, so normal.. Yet his heart is racing, his hands sweating, his chest moves up and down quickly. 

His father bursts into Richie's room he's obviously drunk and upset. Richie looks at his dad it takes all he can to not talk in a accent. To not act rude towards his father. To not make a joke...
"Hows it goin, pops?" Richie says hastily his voice shaky his curses under his breath as his father glares at him.

"Why the fuck does it smell of cigarettes, Richie?"

Richie pauses his eyes widen, which make his eyes look even more huge in his magnified glasses he lets out a sharp breath. "I-" He manages to get out before he's over run with pain in his left arm. He hit me? He finally hit me??  Richie looks at his father only to be greeted by his fathers fist. Richie winces in pain as his nose burns of pain. He hasn't been hit by his father ever.


Richie takes the beating. Feeling ever punch like it was new. His face bruises as well as his ribs and arms. He was spared after his dad got bored and drunkingly left Richie's room. Richie feels his nose bleeding, his cheek swollen, and his face has tiny cuts all over it. His fucking rings.

Richie thinks understanding he wouldn't be able to fix himself up. He then surprisingly picks up his old phone and dials 

333-456-872
Eddie Kaspbrak's number.

Richie doesn't know why he did. But he did, he's greeted by a "Hello? You've reached the Kaspbrak residence!!" The soft voice travels through the phone and into Richie ear. Richie adjusts his glasses just as he did when he talks to Eddie. Like Eddie could see him Richie lets out a shaky breath.

"Unlock you window Ed's.. Im coming over whether you like it or not."

"Ric-" Eddie was cut off by Richie hanging up and he quickly stands grabbing a small water bottle. He opens his window jumping out onto the soft ground. He's done this plenty of times to escape the hell he called his house. He runs to his bike and gets on it, his legs move slowly as he leaves the house, he then starts pumping his legs hastily. 


♛Eddie's house♛

Eddie unlocks his window quickly and looks in the mirror The fuck? I look that ugly!?  Eddie didn't know why he cared about how he looked for Richie Tozier, the TrashMouth, Richie Trashmouth Tozier. But he did. He let out a small gasp as he grabs his inhaler and pulls the trigger the disgusting taste of battery acid filling his mouth. He hits at his hair, it was a curly mess. He groaned that was one thing him and Richie had in common. They're locks of hair. Both curly, both annoying, yet.. Both so beautiful.

Bang
....
Bang
....
BANG
"EDDIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Eddie turns to the window to see Richie's big glasses. Not seeing the boys face barely, only the sun glinting off his humongous glasses. Eddie runs to the window opening it quickly. "Jeez Ed's! Didn't wunt ta let a poor fell'oh in?" Richie says in a horrible country accent. Eddie holds in a laugh as he glares at Richie, which causes Richie to straighten his posture. "Don't call me that trash mouth." Eddie sneers "Oh, yeah trash the trash mouth. I see how it is." Richie turns away from Eddie a smirk on his face. "Guess i'll be going since I'm not wanted, oh well." Eddie immediately feels bad "No, no! Richie! I didn't-" Eddie was interrupted by Richie turning and grabbing Eddie holding him up like he was simba.

"Dunt worrah old chap! No har Fuhlins!" Richie says in a mix of a british and Posh accent if even possible. "Let go!!" 
"no"
"NoWww" Eddie says kicking at Richie's chest huffing as it was no use. Richie grins and puts Eddie down. Eddie's little eyebrows furrow in annoyance Richie notices the boys face turning moody. His smile turning into a frown, he crosses his arms and blows a piece of hair out of his face. His freckles seem to burn like fire, more that how the young Beverly Marsh's hair lit up..

Beverly....

Beverly Marsh...

Richie was sitting down at the curb of Withcham street. His eyes directly on firey red headed girl. Her eyes burned bright her hair even brighter. Richie adored her... He admired her beauty, but was never attracted to her. That, not that was odd. Almost every guy loved Beverly. But Richie, somehow did not.

"So, Rich.. How's it going?"
"It's okay.."
"Mhm.. Sure."
Richie would turn to Bev her eyes looked down to Richie's folded hands she frowned and looks back up at Richie. Her eyes looked troubled, her eyebrows furrowed. But Richie didn't find them cute, not like the asthmatic boy that lived so close but so far.

"Richie Tozier, your a fag."

 Beverly's small lips say, although her lips never said those words. Merely Richie had imagined her lips speaking of that horrid word.

A fag...

A fag....

Richie popped back into reality staring at the heavenly eyes staring at him. The doe like eyes, the eyes full of chocolate swirl, oceans of the deep brown color. Sparkling like a galaxy, god you could get lost in the wonders of those eyes like Richie has many... Many times.

"Richie why are you here?" Eddie asks raising a eyebrow. He had no longer looked rude and annoying, only small and timid and full of curiosity.

"To tell you how cute you are, Ed's." Richie shrugs

Eddie scoffs. "Richie, why. are. you. here." Eddie crosses his arms, "Please?" Eddie says softly. Richie bites his lip roughly, kind of a punishment for getting in Eddies personal space. Y'know like annoying him. "To see your mom." Eddie makes a face of disgust. "I give up! Richie, you disgust me." The words stung Richie, that's something cry about later Richie. "Fine, fine. I was uh- lonel-" Eddie then sees how beaten Richie looks. He stands up his eyes wide and full of worry he runs out of the room then comes back with a first aid kit.

"What the fuck happened!? Are you okay!? Richie! Who did this?" Eddie starts cleaning Richie's wounds and lifting Richie's glasses up to where they rest on Richie's soft black hair. Eddie blushes lightly Richie looks so calm.. Timid... Innocent... Adorable even. All things that no body would ever call Richie Trashmouth Tozier. The kid that always has a comeback and acts out.

Don't forget his godly unholy mouth. Jesus fuck.

Richie is taken aback by Eddie moving his glasses. Yet doesn't say a thing.
"Ah, y'know just sum roughhousin notin odd. Fighten with cooga's and lyans." Richie says in a country accent Eddie just scoffs as he covers Richie's wounds with small pink and blue band aids. They were very light colors, pastel even. Eddie then starts wiping off Richie's face carefully making sure not to hurt the boy even more. Richie can't help it it was instinct.

He rests his hands around Eddie's waist, Eddie flinches at the touch but continues being Richie's medic giving out shaky breaths. The boys hadn't talked in a month maybe 2? It was long as hell for them both, and now it's like nothing had happened. For those two at least, little did they know Bill Denbrough was crying into Stan Uris's shoulder. Missing his brother, and not being able to get that clown out of his head.. The poor poor boy..

Richie looks up at Eddie, only to see a blurry figure as his glasses where on the top of his head. He sighs.

"I love you Ed's.."

Eddie froze his face lighting up his intestines twisting his stomach dropping. As butterfly's flew in his stomach his heart pumping. His eyes widening showing a full forest full of deer and streams and love.. Perfect perfect love.. A small Eddie Kaspbrak lays in the middle of that love. His heart filling with it, being pumped into him. His small body filling to the top with it. His legs going weak with the weight of the love the calming love. The words flowing down his body filling every part of him. Not missing a single inch, his eyes sparkling with the word love.

"As a friend."