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"Hey Eddie, do you think you'd like to meet my friends?" Richie looked over at Eddie from the passenger seat in his chevelle, which he learned was given the affectionate name Shelly.

"Huh? Yea sure." Eddie nodded along and snapped back into reality, not realizing what he agreed to, his mind was drifting off to that morning where Eddie had saved Richie ass.

After getting Richie into his car, Eddie drove to the school and parked outside, commanding that Richie take off his shirt. Richie did so and Eddie tried not to blush at how vulnerable Richie looked for a moment, his eyes sunken in, no sly grin on his face, he looked sad. Richie quickly put a fake grin on and quipped "Take a picture, it lasts longer." Eddie embarrassedly punched Richie in the forearm and rolled his eyes before cleaning the wound and ace bandaging Richie's torso to make sure he wouldn't bleed through his clothes. He couldn't get over what Henry was carving on his back, was he gay?

"Spaghetti, this isn't the way to the quarry." Richie pointed it out nonchalantly, not expecting Eddie to snap back into the moment and swerve a bit.

"What do you mean? Huh?" Eddie looked at him confusedly and kept himself grounded to make sure he would catch what Richie was saying.

"I mean the quarry are that way." he pointed behind himself, "we're meeting my friends there?" he questioned, not understanding why Eddie didn't seem to understand.

Eddie panicked and his eyes widened a bit, "Oh no, I don't think thats a good idea...." Eddie remembered how Greta had looked at him with a sharp glare earlier in the day and reported back how she had heard about Eddie cleaning Richie up and that he shouldn't associate with such lowlives.

Eddie didn't think Richie was a lowlife. Sure, Eddie from 2 days ago would've called Richie a lowlife and listed how horrible all the rumors about him were. And while Eddie still didn't know Richie all that well, he had completely messed up the image of him that Eddie had before.

The Richie in Eddies imagination of him wouldn't help him while he was having an asthma attack, or request that he play Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham and then sing along loudly and enthusiastically. Eddies version of Richie wouldn't lie on the ground and take Bowers knife because he felt like he couldn't do much else except let it happen.

While Eddie didn't particularly care what Greta Bowie thought about who he was hanging out with, he was scared to lose his popularity.

The people who claimed they were his "friends" didn't really care about him, and he had a lot expected of him, but he was living the teenage dream and didn't want to wake up from it. He could go to any party he wanted and get wasted instead of talk about his feelings, or go on shopping trips, or flirt with football players from the sidelines. His life was like every teenage rom-com stereotype and he didn't want to lose it.

"I don't think your friends would like me." he shook his head and laughed nervously, a bit of insecurity seeping into his voice as he did. He knew that to the misfits of the school, he was probably a conceited asshole.

"No! They would love you, trust me." Richie looked at Eddie pleadingly and Eddie sighed before turning the car around and heading towards the quarry, to which Richie cheered at.

On their way to the quarry, Richie looked through Eddie's backpack and came across his calculus test, a big red F- marked on the top. Richie looked at Eddie and then back down at the grade.