The Aftermath (Reddie)

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Eddie's POV

Shit, I really had to pee.

"Mr. Anderson can I please go to the bathroom?" I asked very quickly while bouncing my knee rapidly.

"Please!" I pressed when Mr. Anderson took longer than two seconds to answer.

"You should've went before class began," he said shrugging.

"B-but that was over twenty minutes ago!"

"Eddie, get back to your work," Mr. Anderson reprimanded and pointed to the history textbook open on my desk.

I was not going to be able to hold it for another thirty minutes.

"Mr. Anderson!" I called, "if you don't let me go it's about to become lake Eddie in here!"

Mr. Anderson glared at me, "fine Eddie, leave."

"Oh thank god," I sputtered and raced out of the room to the nearest restroom.

"Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee," I chanted as I slammed the stall door shut. I liked my privacy, and I could see someone shoes under another stall so I knew I wasn't alone.

I felt like just sighing from the relief but then I heard a sniff in the stall over.

What was he sniffing at? That's an odd thing to do in the bathroom, and dangerous.

I shrugged and flushed.

He sniffed again.

"Dude, what are you sniffing at?" I asked all of a sudden while washing my hands.

No answer came.

Instead a shuddering sob burst from the stall.

"Oh fuck," the voice whispered.

"Richie? Is that you?" I asked.

His shoes were the usual Richie shoes, all dirty you could hardly tell what they even were. And the voice was so unbelievably Richie I was surprised I didn't recognize his sniffs.

Probably because I have never heard or seen him cry before.

There was still no reply.

Was Richie really trying to pretend that he wasn't there? Of course he was, he's a childish idiot.

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Richie's POV

"Richie I know it's you."

Oh shit oh fuck oh shit.

The last person I wanted to see was standing outside of the stall I had locked myself into to cry.

"Heyyy.Eddie," I croaked out. My throat still had a lump in it, it hurt to swallow. I'm sure my eyes were puffy and red too.

"Are you...okay?" he asked.

No I'm not okay. The whole school knows I'm gay except your clueless ass and now I'm getting harassed because of it. Also I'm in love with you and you are happily sucking face with your girlfriend.

"Of course."

"Oh..." Eddie sounded confused and worried, "it just sounded like you were crying," he muttered.

"Oh, I'm just really constipated."

I could practically feel Eddie scrunching up his face in disgust.

"Richie," he sighed frustratingly, "why were you crying, really?"

So he chooses now to not be clueless?

Of fucking course.

"Will you just open up the door?" he sounded really worried now, it scared me.

No one was supposed to care about me that much.

"Why, you wanna see my bare ass?" I deflected.

I could hear Eddie groan, "you are making this way too hard," he complained, "please just open the door."

"Fuck," I cursed and stood up. My bones were aching, like crying took a toll on them too.

I unlocked the door and it was immediately pushed open.

Hitting me smack in the face.

"Ow!" I yelled and held onto my nose, "why the hell would you push it open so forcefully?!"

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Idk what to say to that except fun fact: my dad just came to yell at me for using the family credit card to get gas so....yay.

Peace out