Losers Club fanfics

MikexEddie

"But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner who needed it most?" —
Mark Twain

     I heard the pounding of footsteps and harsh ragged breathing in the trees before I actually saw anybody. I froze, listening to the footfalls growing nearer, and gasped in surprise as a short, brunet boy came tumbling from the underbrush.
In the setting sun, his hair had a caramel tint, and his freckles stood out harshly on his pale skin. His whole body heaved with heavy breaths, and he boy crumpled to the ground in a heap.
"Oh my god!" I breathed.
I froze as I heard another set of footsteps, glowering as I saw the ugly face of Henry Bowers in the bushes.
He walked out in front of me, glancing down at the kid that lay in between us. The brunet boy's eyes had reopened, and they flickered nervously between Bowers and I.
"Beat it Bowers," I growled, glaring at him.
"Just let me grab the kid and I'll go."
"Yeah no. You leave him the fuck alone Henry!" I snapped.
Henry took a few steps towards me, fists clenched.
"You better get outta here, if my grandfather sees you he'll blow your brains out," I threatened.
Bowers knew I was right. "You better watch yourself Hanlon." Then he turned to glare down at the smaller boy, who squeezed his eyes shut and seemed to shrink in on himself. "And you, fairy boy," he snarled.
With that Henry turned on his heel and walked away, while muttering angrily under his breath.
I stepped over the the small boy, and crouched down. I gently placed my hands on his shoulder. He let out a sob, flinching back violently.
I bit my lip, just now seeing the bruises and cuts that covered the boy's pale face.
"Shh, it's alright kid," I reassured him. "You're alright."
He was still laying on the ground, just looking up at me.
"I-is you grandpa gonna shoot me?" He asked worriedly.
I bit back a laugh. "No kid," I told him. "I'll tell him you're my friend."
His eyebrows pinched together. "But we don't know each other..."
"Well I'm Mike. Mike Hanlon," I introduced myself.
"I'm Eddie Kasparak," he told me.
"Nice you meet you Eddie."
"You too Mike."
We sat there, just looking into each other's eyes. Eddie's eyes were the most beautiful I'd ever seen. A light chocolate brown with flecks of gold and grey in them.
"Mikeyyyy! It's dinner time!"
We both jumped at the sound of my grandmother calling my name.
"Would umm, you like to stay for dinner?" I asked.
"Will your grandparents mind?" He whispered up to me.
No. "I don't know, let me go ask. Stay here." I stood up and began running towards the house.
"Grammy," I huffed. "Can-can one of my friends stay for supper?"
Her mouth dropped at the mention of a friend, but then she nodded. "Oh, of course baby. Let me go set out another plate."
"Thank you," I called over my shoulder as I ran back to Eddie.
"You can," I said, jogging up to Eddie, who was now sitting up.
I reached my hand down to help him up; he took it with a small smile. However, his knees buckled under him at he got to his feet, and he almost fell again.
I quickly wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him close to my chest so he wouldn't fall.
"Are you ok?" I asked, worry seeping through my tone.
His face was contorted in pain, but he nodded. This kid was tough.
"Y-Yeah. I'm ok, thanks," he squeaked.
Slowly, I unwrapped my arms from around him, noticing how he couldn't put any weight on his left knee. I kept one arm around his waist, allowing him to lean into me. We hobbled to the house, and we were both able to get seated at the table before either of my grandparents walked in.
"Oh hello honey," Grammy said, as she walked into the kitchen holding a pot of spaghetti. "I'm Bertha."
"I'm Eddie Kasparak," Eddie told the elderly woman.
"So how did you and Mikey meet?" Grammy asked.
Eddie froze. "The library?"
It sounded more like a question, but my grandmother still shook her head. "Oh yes, of course. He's down there almost all the time when he's not workin' the farm," Grammy told him.
I could see Eddie visibly relax. "He is very knowledgeable," Eddie complemented me, the boy he barely knew.
I felt myself blush. "Aw, thanks Eds," I said.
He smiled a breathtaking crooked smile at me. "Well you are."
"So will you be staying the night?" Grammy asked Eddie.
"Oh I uhh-"
"Because it's getting real cold now at night, and I'd hate for you to have to bike or walk home in that weather," Grammy continued.
"Do you mind if I stay here?" Eddie asked, his eyes darting between my grandmother and me.
We both nodded in agreement, and the boy smiled.
"Ok. Thank you," he grinned.

All my clothes were too big for Eddie, so I just gave him a big sweatshirt and he stayed in his boxers.
"Hey, thanks for standing up for me earlier," Eddie whispered from his side of the bed.
"That's not something you have to thank me for; Bowers is a bully, and you seemed... innocent," I told him.
He smiled at me, his big doe-like eyes warmed my soul.
Then I remembered something. "Look Eds, it doesn't matter to me, like, at all, but... are you a fairy?"
He bit his lip and laced his fingers together. "I... don't know. Maybe?"
I nodded my head in understanding. I felt that. I wasn't sure either. "That's ok, kid. You ready for bed?"
"Yeah," he said. "I'm ready."
As I reached across him to turn the lamp off, Eddie pecked me on the cheek.
I blushed. "What was that for?" I asked him.
"That was another thank you," he whispered, snuggling down into the pillows.
"You're cute Eds," I whispered, but he was already asleep.