The Aftermath (Reddie)

15

Eddie's POV

"So?" I asked eagerly as Stan hung the phone back up, "is he coming?"

Stan looked at chewing his lip slightly, "he's feeling sick still."

My heart dropped. I really wanted to know what had happened to Richie.

It had to have been bad. Richie hardly missed a chance to annoy everyone. Even if things were different now. Even if everyone had changed.

Besides Bill that is.

Bill almost seemed happier now than he had ever been.

"No Rich?" Bill asked Stan bouncing his way into the room.

"Sorry pal," Stan shrugged and patted his friend on the shoulder.

I was frowning. Their friendship was bumming me out. I was pathetic, but I wanted Richie to be here so that I could pat his shoulder too. In the least creepy way possible.

"Bill?"

We all walked to the front door.

A sandy haired heavy boy was peering his head in the house.

"Ben!" Bill exclaimed and pulled him into the room, "th-thank god y-you are here, it's been for f-fucking ever dude."

Ben looked just as shocked as I felt towards Bill's enthusiasm.

"Hey..." Ben just said.

The Bill led all of us up into his room. Beverly had been in the bathroom so she followed as well.

I realized as were we all sitting in Bill's room just laughing and pretending we were all as okay as Bill was. I was fucking bored out of my mind.

There was no one there nagging me and making dumb jokes.

"Kaspbrak, you still with us?"

I snapped my head up to look at the group. They were all staring at me concerned, I blushed.

"I'm just tired is all," I sighed.

Stan and Bill shared a look. They had their own secrets.

Like me and Richie would have. I felt sad all over again.

I could feel my bad energy ruining the groups carefree attitude.

"I should go," I said quietly and stood.

No one said anything as I left. I slipped out the front door without anyone noticing.

The air was getting brisker since summer was ending. I was risking a cold walking out this late.

Yet I still biked around longer than I had to, I went to Richie's.

I had to see if he was okay though.

And then I was outside of his house shivering from the brisk Maine night air.

But I couldn't bring myself to go inside, I was too much of a pussy.

If Richie wanted to talk to me he would've. We were best friends, even if it didn't feel like it recently, we told each other everything.

Maybe Richie was just sick. He wasn't a very clean person, I'm shocked he's not always sick. He could have just ran out of the lunch room puking during lunch.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

So then I was just an idiot standing outside of their best friends house with their teeth chattering. If I didn't go home soon I would be sick too.

So I left.

But for some reason, it fucking hurt to not be standing creepily in front of Richie's house.

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emo sad boysss

ha ha

I'm tired idk.

this chapter was definite shit so sorry boyz