The Loser's Lover Boy ~{Richie x Male reader}~

Chapter 2

Y/b/n: Your Boy Name

H/C: Hair Color

H/L: Hair Length

E/C: Eye Color

THE NEXT DAY

Y/b/n opened his eyes after a 'nap.' He stared at the ceiling for a moment, then he turned his head to the left where his window was.

A bright ray of sunshine was in the room next to him on the bed. He was in the same position as he was in the night before; he was laying on his back in the middle of the bed with the tip of his feet on the ground with his shoes still on.

Y/b/n groaned but sat up and ran his fingers, on his left hand, through his H/L, H/C, hair.

He stood up and walked to his door as creaks from the floor boards followed behind him. He quietly opened the door and walked to the bathroom.. with the door already open. He brushed it off and walked inside then closed the door behind him.

He held onto the left and right side of the sink and looked up at himself. His E/C eyes looked up to his H/C, messy, hair. He took his hand to the side of the mirror and opened it.

In the shelf it had jell, that his father used, a brush, toothpaste, a toothbrush, a roll of toilet paper, and a comb. He grabbed the comb and closed the mirror.

Before he brushed his hair he took another good look at himself. He brushed off the look he gave himself and started brushing his hair out and parting it the way he wanted it to look.

After, he put everything in the sink and left the bathroom.

As he walked downstairs he saw his mother laying on the couch, sleeping. A dark greenish beer bottle was smashed in the living room. Y/b/n acknowledged it but ignored it, but he knew his mother needed some help around the house, so he decided to clean it up.

His mother and father weren't having the best time, anymore. They were constantly fighting almost every night now. It all started when they moved to Derry, when Y/b/n was 2. He didn't know what it was they just started fighting and that was it.

He sighed and walked to the the kitchen to get a broom and a dust pan. He went back to the living, swept up the broken glass pieces, and threw it in the trash.

Y/b/n took a moment to stare at the ground where the broken bottle was. He thought about what had happened last night when he left. He hoped they didn't go to his room to 'check up on him.'

Everything seemed fine when he left.

Meanwhile, Eddie Kaspbrak was in his room taking puffs from his inhaler.

He was thinking about if his mom had heard him and Y/b/n talking last night. She was still asleep, due to him waking up early, but he just paced the floor slowly to himself.

Once he felt the pacing wasn't working he just sat on his bed and sighed.

Eddie was a germaphobe, he had asthma, and he took false pills to 'help him.' Which, he strongly believed in; those pills. Eddie's mother, Sonia Kaspbrak, had tricked him into being very sick and needing those pills.

All this began after Eddie's father died of Cancer when he was 5. Sonia, only pretended for him to be sick because she had already lost one of her boys she and didn't wanna lose another one.

Eddie opened his fanny pack which, the first one, had his pills in an orange container and another box-ish like container with the letters on it read; Su, M, Tu, W, Th, F, and Sa on each little slot for the pills, standing for the days of the week.