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chap 4: booze baby

Eddie

I ignored richie's rudeness from the night before, and just ignored him overall at school on Thursday and Friday. It wasn't just me, Richie was ignoring all of us too. He hadn't talked to anyone but Stan for two days and Stan didn't say if he mentioned if he was mad.

We all met at Richie and Stan's apartment Friday after school, prepared to help them move in, which we did and I did it without saying one word to Richie. I wasn't even mad. I just didn't like his attitude on the phone Wednesday and I hated him ignoring me.

It was dark when we had finished, and we were all drained and tired. Richie's room was complete with his posters and old bed, still looking like a 12 year old boys room and Stan's was a nice grey theme with a huge bookshelf full of books and a nice dresser, actually looking like a young man's room.

"Hey Stan! What's this?" I smiled, pulling two wine bottles out from a box full of them. There had to be six or seven.

"Hands off. It was a parting gift from my parents." He snatched them out of my hands defensively.

"Let us have a drink, Stan. Come on. We're tired." Bev leaned on the counter, her hair curly and her face red.

Stan considered it for a second. I knew when he was thinking things over because his eyes got all squinty and he would tap his foot.

"I am not taking any of you home." He gave in.

"Sweet!" Bev laughed as we watched stan pull out wine glasses and fill them up. I felt fancy. I felt grown up.

I glanced across the room at Richie. His hair was a mess and he looked tired. Richie never looked tired. Richie never was tired. Our eyes met for a second before we both awkwardly looked away.

I didn't want him to think I cared about his little fit. I did care, but he didn't need to know that. Actually, it was killing me not talking to him and I knew it was stupid. I didn't want to be the first to cave, though.

Stan handed me my glass and I sipped at it. I had only drank once before and that was with Richie when we were fifteen and broke into his dad's liquor cabinet. I drank and got so sick he had to nurse me back to health the entire next day. I didn't want a replay of that.

Richie immediately snatched his up and downed it in one... two... three... four... four gulps. His adams apple bobbed up and down with every drink. I couldn't help but stare. He looked so handsome.

I mentally yelled no at myself. Richie did NOT look handsome and it was weird for me to even think that... right? Yes of course! I didn't think of Richie like that! I didn't think of boys like that.

"Calm down, Rich." Mike laughed a bit as we all found our seats in the living room. I sat on the floor, leaned against the love seat that Bill had snatched up all to himself.

"God this is a lady's drink." Richie disappeared down the hall a second, coming back out with a huge bottle of hard liquor. Vodka I thought. I didn't know my drinks.

"Richie! W-where did you get that!" Bill half-laughed, watching Richie spin the cap off.

I watched Richie's fingers quickly twist it off. I watched him ignore Bill and sit down next to Bev on the sofa, drinking it as if it was water. Chugging it, really.

Stan looked annoyed as he let Bev have a few drinks and Ben, of course, looked concerned. So he was talking to Bev but not me? I was supposed to be his best friend.

"Give me that," I spat, holding my hand out to take the bottle, breaking the unspoken argument between us. Everyone stared at me as a grin cracked over Richie's face.

"You gotta give me a kiss first," Richie teased, which made me turn beat red, but I was glad the old Richie was back.

"Give me the damn bottle." I snapped, reaching over to snatch it out of his hands.

It was horrible. It burned and tasted like rubbing alcohol. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, which cause laughter to erupt from everyone.

"God that's awful."

"I can take it back." Richie offered, but I moved the bottle out of his reach.

"No. I got it. I got it." and so I drank another chug. And another. And another. Until my throat hurt and I couldn't drink anymore. My stomach hurt. It felt like my gut was screaming for help.

I handed the bottle back to Richie and watched him grin at me, almost in slow motion as he took a huge drink, not even wincing. A little dribbled down his chin, past his rough facial hair that he had started to grow. It was just a stubble.

His shirt rose as he tilted his head back. Was someone talking? They were. Everyone was laughing loudly at something Bill had said but my eyes were fixed on Richie. God he looked... hot? No. It was the alcohol. I could feel myself getting more intoxicated by the minute.

Richie almost moved in slow motion as he sat the bottle on the coffee table and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Nobody had noticed me staring. They had already started a conversation.

But Richie's eyes met mine and he smirked. His smirk was almost a drunk one, I couldn't believe he didn't die of alcohol poisoning right there.

"See something you like, Eds?" Richie laughed quietly. Nobody but me heard him. I hadn't even noticed I was staring. I blushed and buried my face in my hands. My head felt heavy. My whole body did. All 130 pounds of me felt like a brick.

"Are you okay?" Mike had leaned over to whisper in my ear. I made eye contact with Richie again but he wasn't grinning this time. He death stared me and Mike.

"Mhm." I hummed, nodding. I grabbed the edge of the coffee table to steady myself.

"Where are you going?" Bev asked, suddenly paying attention to me.

"Bathroom." I managed to say, but it came out raspy as I smiled and pressed my head against the wall.

I swung around the corner into the bathroom, smacking my hip on the doorframe and stumbling to the toilet while giggling. I had completely forgotten the nasty burn the liquor had given me.

I yanked my zipper down and almost had my dick out when the door flew open. I spun around to face Richie, leaning against the door frame with a smile.

"Chie.. I was gonna go pee." I whined, forgetting my pants were unzipped.

"I was gonna ask you if you wanted a ride home." Richie chuckled.

"No way. My mom will kill me if I go, Chie. You know that." I frantically shook my head. Richie stared at me for a second as if he was thinking.

"You can have my bed for tonight I guess. Hurry up and pee. Everyone's leaving and I'm tired." And with that he shut the door. The thought of me in Richie's bed. I could lay where he had laid. I squealed.