The Aftermath (Reddie)

9

Richie's POV

I was late.

Laura was standing nervously at the entry if the theater when I biked up.

"Hey," I gasped as I all but threw my bike against the side of the building, "sorry I'm late, my mom was making me do house work."

That was a lie. Obviously. I had just been sitting in my room dreading this date. I hadn't even changed from my school clothes.

"Oh it's totally fine," Laura insisted, but she still looked nervous, "let's go find seats."

I nodded and followed her into the theater, she had changed from school. Her hair was braided and she was wearing a flowy top.

My heart was pounding as she grabbed my hand and led me to the middle row and sat down. Even though there was an arm rest between us, that didn't stop her from being as close to me as possible.

Her perfume was stronger than before, I got a headache from it as the movie started to play. I just wanted to leave, sneaking out became a legit option in my head. Maybe I could go over to Eddie's house.

But then I remembered what Stan said. I was supposed to be drooling over her right now. I was not supposed to be repulsed by this beautiful girl. I especially was not supposed to be thinking about Eddie.

I tapped Laura's shoulder and she turned to look at me. She was biting her lower lip nervously.

"No one really comes to the theater to watch a movie," I whispered. My heart was pounding so hard as I leaned forward and kissed her right on the lips.

She was shocked at first but eagerly kissed back.

Ok, this wasn't so bad. I was getting used to kissing her, I might actually be enjoying it. I was smiling, this was good. This meant that those feelings I had thought that I had were not real. I was normal.

I grabbed the back of her head and even though it felt weird it wasn't necessarily bad.

Then she shoved her tongue in my mouth and I started gagging. Bile and risen to the back of my throat.

Who was I kidding, this was awful. It was wrong.

"Richie?" She asked out of breath.

I looked at her, her face was flushed. But she looked happy. She had enjoyed that much more than I did.

"Sorry," I said, "popcorn kernel." Even though we were not even eating popcorn.

But she didn't question it. She just leaned forward to kiss me and I panicked and ran out of the theater.

This couldn't be happening. I had picked up my bike and gotten on.

I wanted to cry. Tears were literally threatening to spill out on my cheeks.

I rode my bike like mad all the way to the kissing bridge.

"Fuck," I whispered as I walked over to the fence.

I peered at the wood in such a horrified manner. The letters carved on mocked me. I could never ignore what I had done.

Because that was how I had truly felt. It was the one feeling that I held onto as we almost died fighting a stupid ass clown. I was holding onto that rush of affection I had felt, even though it was wrong.

"I'm so fucking gay," I whispered and the tears poured out on my face.

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Ok so I was reading blurbs from my other book and I realized how dark and sad this book is. Like jeez.. So I promise I will be making it more lighthearted.

I like making the jokes. Idk why I decided to be emo with this book...