Loserless love ||Reddie

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"That's fucking gay."

Stan said tossing a rock into the quarry. The rock made a Plop! Sound as it plummeted into the water. Little ripples in the water formed. Expanding until they vanished into the slightly green water. 

Richie (Trashmouth) Tozier scoffed at Stan and tossed a rock his wrist flicking. The rock skipped across the water beautifully. The water reflecting onto water that was madly dirty. Every time the rock touched the water ripples formed  just as when Stan had tossed his rock.

"Shut up Staniel. Just because I appreciate how beautiful nail polish is. And how colorful and nice it looks on nails isn't.. Gay.." Richie looked over to Stan who wore a white button up and high waisted light washed jeans. Paired with white sneakers, his hair it's normal curled self.

"Richie." Stanley looked over at Richie who wore a casual white T-shirt. A obnoxious Hawaiian button up over it no buttons were buttoned though. He also had high waisted black jeans on. Which were ripped at the knees (Just as all his jeans were) and they were rolled up at the ankle. He had on high top white converse. His normal coke-bottle glasses on. And his hair was curly and messy.

Richie raised an eyebrow. "Hm?" He hummed confusion clear on his face. "Are you.." Stan cleared his throat. He fiddled with the collar of his shirt suddenly avoiding eye contact with Richie. Richie's mind raced with thoughts. Is he going to ask if I'm okay? On drugs? Suffering internally with a bone eating cancer. The type of cancer that shoots me down everyday? The cancer that comes every time I get shot down? Abused? Laughed at? Ignored? The cancer called depression? The fucking words is sickeni-

"Are you gay?"

Richie coughed chocking on his own spit. "Am I what?" Richie laughed nervously running a hand through his matted hair. His eyes shut his lips pulled back to where you could see his teeth. His cheeks grew pink and his left hand clenched at the grass under him. One thought was in his mind- more of a picture of
eddieeddieeddieeddieeddie

"Of course I'm fucking gay! Blame that ass hat called Edward Kaspbrak. Or do you prefer Eddie? Eds? Eddie spaghetti? Edwardo? Eddie the cutie? Babes? Baby? Wheezy? Oh Henry loves that one huh!? How about the asshole who doesn't like me or ever will? No matter how HARD I try!?"

Is what Richie wanted to say, "Oh- no you idiot! I don't like dick! Ha.. Fucking.. Gross....." He lied, he had many what some might call 'the devils dreams' of Eddie. Just thinking of the boy. Imagining fucking him, kissing him, feeling him.

Even at 12 Richie had thought those thoughts. Who would ever imagine? Everyone, probably. Maybe not thinking of Eddie being the center of those dreams. But there was no doubt Richie had dreams like that! With all his dick and sex jokes.

The first time Richie had thought of something like kissing was when he was 7. He was at the playground with Bill. Eddie had just went home and had kissed Richie on the cheek. Richie's face was red and hot. Richie in that moment thought of kissing Eddie. Even though he barely understood kissing, he had wanted to kiss him. Now that he thought about it.. He had only wanted to kiss 3 people in his life. Only with one person was it truly romantic and a sexual feeling. The other 2 were Beverly and Bill. He had wanted to kiss Bev because she had just talked over 3 hours with Richie about his parents. It was 12:00 AM and Richie wanted to kiss her. Not because he felt in love but because she was wonderful. Gorgeous, and so so caring at the time. He felt love for her. A friendly love but it was powerful. He wanted to kiss this girl to show how much he cared for her and how much love he felt for her in that moment. 
The other one, Bill, jesus. It was when Bill and Richie egged Greta Keene's house. Because she had called Eddie a bitch. Richie and Bill were laughing on a bench in Bassey Park. The felt love for each other. Like they were Best Friends and that, that they were. Richie had wanted to kiss Bill for the same reason as Bev. He loved them. Loved them in the moment so much he could kiss them. But he never had, hadn't even kissed anyone until 6th grade. But, that's another story for a different time.

Stanley made an unimpressed face at Richie. "Then why the fuck do you stare at Eddie like he's thanksgiving dinner!?"

"What the fuck! I do not!" Richie argued swallowing harshly. His eyes were wide staring at Stan with fear. Fear that Stan would leave him, hate him if he really really knew.

"Rich... If your gay it's fin-"

"I think I'm in love with the twerp."

Richie blurted out. "He  told me that we couldn't see each other again like 2 days ago? Maybe? Because I had told him to come over a day before and got drunk. I got drunk because I knew I was to pussy to say Loved him soberly! So, he came over and my drunk ass told him I liked him. And um.... Maybe since I love him like, a bit too sexually.. My drunk ass brain decided 'OH LETS FUCK HIM TILL HE LEAVES SCRATCHES ON MY BACK AND CAN'T WALK THE NEXT DAY!' But Eddie pushed me away before I could even get his shirt off, Thankfully. And he left. When we got back to school I had forgotten. He told me in the bathroom and said to never face him ever again. So, I went home. Grabbed the coke stored in my underwear drawer."

"Oh god.. Richie..." Stan mumbled sadly covering his eyes.

"Grabbed a car poured some of the shit out. Put it into three lines and sniffed the shit up. Felt fucking good to loosen up. The drugs hel-" Richie then got interrupted by a angered Stanley Uris.

"Richie, shut up." Stan stated standing up looking Richie dead in the eyes. Richie adjusted his glasses as he turned his gaze to Stanley. "The drugs don't help. They make everything worse. You fucking idiot your lucky that shit didn't get you hurt." Stan sighed face palming lightly.

Richie felt guilt build inside him. Slowly but suddenly he was filled with sadness. It hit him like freight train. He took off his glasses placing them by the rock he sat on. He pressed his palms into his eyes as he cried. He heaved with sadness like an overgrowing weed would. He felt like his heart got stabbed with the weed. Killing his joy and jokes instantly.

"I.. I just don't understand." Richie sobbed his back rising and falling. Soft noises escaping his mouth. "How come he don't want me man?" Richie continued crying as Stan sat by him hugging the lanky boy as he sobbed. "Richie, Eddie fucking loves you." Stan said sternly causing Richie to look up with blood shot eyes.

"Yeah, as a friend." Richie scoffed sniffling to keep his sobs down. "Have you not noticed the way he looks at you!? He's basically drooling over you every second! Also, you getting drunk was a shit idea. You are a pussy. And a huge dick wad, you need to actually tell him how you feel towards him-" Stanley soon got cut off. 

"But he hates me, wants me dead." Richie sighed and Stanley shook his head 'no'.

"He fucking loves you. Now, I don't know why or how. But he does, and anyone can tell."
There was a small pause.

"Well.... I love the son of a bitch back."






A/N



Short ik!! But like respect these kids friend shippppppppppppp!!!

Also the Richie wanting to kiss Bev and Bill is FRIENDLY ONLY!! 

I know you hoes have wanted to kiss your friends because you felt a mass amount of love and respect for that person.

SOOOOOOOOOO, yeah, Stanley did know about Richie liking Eddie as kids but Richie told him not to worry about it and that he moved on when Rich was 14. SOOOOOOOO YEAH- that's that :>

Love always
-Trash<3