A/N: I'm adding the different looks at the bottom if you guys wanna look.
Eddie
I didn't want to go but Stan said he would if I did and I felt I owed it to him, even if seeing Richie with Jane was going to drive me absolutely insane.
I felt about Jane the way Bev felt about Greta or Richie felt about Buddy. I didn't actually have a reason to hate her other than the fact she clung to Richie like a damn monkey.
"Eddie you don't have to be so stressed, you look good." Bev reassured me as she tied Ben's tie for him. I was sat on her sofa next to Bill, who was sweating a gross amount, and Stan, who seemed extremely unamused.
"I don't care about looking good. what if someone is sick there? We are all gonna get sick then and I don't want to be sick." I shook my head, which wasn't a lie, but I also wasn't ready to see Richie.
"Here." Ben fished into his pocket and tossed me a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer, to which I was grateful for.
"And you know how many people will be kissing? Over 30000 bacteria is transferred with each kiss and it stays there forever."
"Y-you weren't p-planning on finding a girl to kiss, Eds?" Bill joked.
"Yeah, your mom." I shot back, squeezing hand sanitizer into my palm.
Bill let out a little chuckle as Bev's apartment door opened. Richie walked in, alone, and I almost got hope but when I saw he was wearing a stupid blue tie and stupid blue socks I felt my heart drop.
"Wow Rich." Ben smiled, eyeing Richie up and down as Richie grinned and did a 360.
Blue is stupid. Green is Richie's favorite color. Everyone knows this.
"I know. I clean up nice." He winked. His hair was still a wild mess but he still looked so good, even if I didn't want to admit it.
"I almost didn't recognize you without Jane attached to your hip." I spat, not meaning to but I didn't regret it. A smirk crept across my face.
"She wanted to ride there with her friends, for your information." Richie smiled back, which relieved me. God I missed our old banter and I could tell everyone else did too because they were listening with small smiles.
Richie twirled his keys around his index finger, glancing around at everyone else.
"Let's rock and roll. We're gonna be late." He announced.
We squeezed into his car and I could tell Ben, Bill, and Bev were grateful Mike wasnt carpooling too. I was already squeezed in between Richie and Stan.
Richie's thigh was touching mine. So close. Nothing but out slacks between us. This made me turn bright red and I saw Richie glance at where our thighs were touching before he started blushing too.
He pressed his leg against mine the whole ride. He could've moved it over, he had room, but he didn't. He kept it there. God, he kept it there. ///// BILL
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