dreaming of you // reddie au

seven

the same night eddie had begun to realize richies face was disappearing from his memory, he had yet another joyous dream. it had been too long.
"oh yeah? try tickling your pickle for the first time"
ben, the chubby yet nerdy kid in the 'losers club', whatever the fuck that was, was correct, every word that came out of that boys mouth was so incredibly and disgustingly dirty. he didnt know how to have a normal, civilized conversation just once.
the dream was much more of a blur to eddie, he didnt remember a lot of it.. other than richies dirty jokes along with the two boys awkwardly slow dancing to 'eddie my love' as a dare from the other losers. for the last month eddie has been playing that same, heart shattering fucking song on repeat over and over in attempts to meet his lover again during his deep slumber. and on that specific rainy,
foggy, mysterious midnight, it finally worked. of course, knowing eddies hopeless romantic soul, he peacefully dreamt of the two handsome, radiant boys going to prom together. the first time eddie had ever imagined himself all dressed up like that. usually he just wore tiny shorts with a random cheap shirt his mother picked for him that he would soon accidentally get absolutely filthy and have to be replaced.. he never put too much effort in his outfits, only for family events when he was forced to. like, who would he have to impress anyways? well, if richie was a real person, maybe he'd actually dress to impress, try his best to make the boy with huge glasses drool, lose his gay shit and confess right then and there! his silly fashion style pretty much never really changed since he was little. but my fucking god, he couldnt deny how stunning his friend looked in that suit. he just wanted to feel their soft lips touch, just once, in real life, for a change of events. he wanted that dream to become something more than just a dream, reality, i suppose. not just for the suits, dressing up fancy and drinking so much fruit punch he'd vomit part, but for the intense butterflies and happiness he felt.

Eddie felt as if he was going absolutely insane, he thought almost every boy he laid eyes on with black, slightly wavy hair and glasses could be richie, or at least, he wanted them to be. he was so done with all the bullshit, it was like a cruel joke. the last time was a false alarm. i mean, how many teenage boys in a tiny town named Derry look so similar to the boy from his dreams? it felt like the universe hated him. but why? what did eddie every do wrong.. the truth is, literally nothing. he has obeyed and followed every single rule everyone has ever put out for him. he was 'a good kid', as most would refer to him as. not much like the other boys his age, doing rebellious things such as drugs and sex n all that. he never had any intention to do those sort of things, as his life was okay as it was. he didn't feel a need to do things just because his mother wouldnt let him. besides, he was better off living an easy, simple life. having no father and living without richie was hard enough. he spent the last few months wishing and praying the boy with curly onyx locks and stupid printed shirts (that looked oddly hot on him), would suddenly walk into his life and they would be able to spend the rest of their excruciatingly long yet incredibly short lives together. maybe adopt a few cats, or dogs, or kids. he was really fine with any of the three. or perhaps all of the choices? he didn't believe in god, but he did ask for a favor from someone up above. to bring his aching love story alive. it was like romeo and juliet, except eddies mother had no idea her son was having these gay ass dreams for the last many weeks and romeo didn't even exist! and in the end, neither of them ended up dying.... on purpose... he wanted more than anything else in the world to see his favorite trashmouth face to face. he wanted to hear 'eds, i love you' in the real world. not just a blur. a memory he would never forget. even though he didnt like the nickname too much. he would let it slide, slipping out of his imaginary boyfriends lips however.

hopefully someday... someday my love.