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R + E

Warning! There are homophobic slurs and offensive language. If anyone is sensitive about that stuff plz skip! Also this one us a bit shorter.
The kissing bridge. The place every couple in Darry goes to carve their initials into the bridge. Thus, it's name being born.
None of the losers had ever dated anyone. None of them ever had any chances. They were the infamous losers of Derry. The stutter, flamer, fag, wheezy, and fat boy had never dated anyone. There was the occasional crush or two, but they would never act on it.
Richie had a crush, and boy was he crushing hard. He'd never admit it to anyone, even though the pain of holding it in was eating away at him like it was a three-course meal. Also, the fear of his only friends becoming his enemies haunted him in his dreams.
He wouldn't make such a big deal about a stupid little crush. Having a crush is a normal thing that everyone experiences. The only thing that wasn't normal, was that he had a crush on a boy.
Derry was a nice Christian town, and being gay was like a crime. The good 'Christian' kids in this good 'Christian' town did bad things to homosexuals. Richie would never be accepted in Derry, and he learned to deal with that.
Even though Richie tried to keep his sexuality on the down low, there were still the occasional rumors of him. He tried! He really did, but the whole town knew him as the fag, and even his friends knew of these rumors, but they just decided to keep quiet about it. They all had something that they were known for, so they shouldn't say anything.

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Richie was walking down the sidewalk. He had enough of Henry Bowers's shit. If he was bullied for being gay, he would rub it all over Derry's face, and what better way to do that was to carve his name in the kissing bridge. Not just his name, but also his crush's. It was a bold move. If anyone found out whose names were carved in, Richie would be a goner. A victim of a hate crime. Beaten up and thrown in a ditch somewhere.
As Richie was walking he caught sight of a couple kissing behind a store. They looked to be only in their early twenties, still young. Richie looked away before it got weird.
'If only I had someone to do that with.' Richie thought to himself.
He kicked the rocks as he walked, fiddling with the pocket knife in his shorts. Richie was getting closer to the bridge, and with each step he took, anticipation filling him up. He was nervous and excited at the same time. It felt like revenge for what this town did to people like him. He could be like everyone else for just this once.
Richie took the pocket knife out of his shorts and crouched down. He found the perfect spot to carve their initials. He felt the bridge first. He felt all of the other carvings on the fence. Some worn down by time and other's freshly carved into the wood. How everyone who carved their names are now apart of history, their names forever engraved onto the bridge.
He took a deep breath and opened the knife. He began to write. The wood wasn't as tough as he thought it would be, making it much easier to write onto the bridge. Soon enough he finished. He had done it. There on the kissing bridge was a brand new engraving. A messy R+E. R for Richie, and an E for Eddie.
Eddie kaspbrak.