The Aftermath (Reddie)

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Eddie's POV

I had kissed Stan, Beverly, Mike, Bill, and Ben. But somehow, I never got to kiss Richie.

Needless to say, I was pissed. I was over suppressing my urge to kiss him, or maybe that was just the booze and adrenaline taking, and I was beyond jealous of both Stan and Bev since they both got blissful seconds of Richie's lips on their own.

"I'm over th-this," Bill grumbled, "can we play beer pong or something?"

Everyone agreed and got up to set up the game.

"Hold on," I said, "can I grab my jacket from your car Stan?"

My mom didn't want me drive yet, not until I was at least eighteen.

"Sure thing," he tossed me the keys.

I nodded at him and slid my shoes on but I was kinda dizzy and wobbled all over the place.

"Hey," I felt a hand on my shoulder, "do you need some help?"

I turned and met Richie's magnified eyes.

"I'm fine," I shrugged but tripped on my own feet and fell onto him.

He was stronger than he looked and caught me, "right." His hands were grasping my waist firmly and my face was planted in his chest.

I sighed and straightened up.

"Come on, let's go," Richie slung an arm around my shoulder and helped me walk out the door.

"I can walk on my own." I grumbled but I didn't want him to stop holding him.

"Sure you can," Richie teased and chuckled. I shivered from the cold winter breeze.

I had goosebumps all over my legs, damn my shorts.

"You cold?"

His voice held concern

"Yeah,"

Mine held affection.

All of a sudden he opened his mouth and breathed hot hair right onto my face. His breath smelt of cigarettes and booze.

It was disgusting and I grimaced.

"You're so fucking disgusting!" I whined.

He just laughed giddily.

We had finally gotten to Stan's car and I opened up the passenger door. My jean jacket was on the seat and I grabbed it, revealing a box.

Shit.

"What's that?" Richie asked pointing at the box.

I scratched the back of my head nervously, "Its uh...it's a present...for you," my face had gone red.

"What why?" he was completely taken aback, like he had never received a gift before. Or maybe he thought I just hated him too much to care.

"It's your birthday Rich," I said quietly then I picked up the box and handed to him.

"It's not a bomb is it?" He joked and shook the box.

I rolled my eyes, "just open it stupid."

I couldn't watch him open it so I shimmied my jacket on.

Richie hadn't said anything but heard the box being ripped open.

I looked up at his face. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open.

"Oh my gosh," he whispered and held up the multi-colored Hawaiian shirt I had gotten him.

"I just saw at the store and remembered how much you used to wear them when we were twelve, before you switched to more plain patterns." I ranted, hoping he would say something that would give me an indication of what he thought.

"It's rainbow," he breathed out.

"Oh yeah...I guess it is, I hadn't even realized."

Sure enough, the shirt was a gradient starting from red and ending in purple.

I laughed, "that's ironic, you know, since you're gay."

Richie didn't laugh. He put the shirt back in it's box.

Fuck.

I opened my mouth to apologize or just to say anything but he spoke before I could.

"Can I ask you something Eddie?" his voice was so soft, "you don't have to answer," he assured.

My heart dropped into my stomach. I was afraid he was gonna yell at me for getting him such a stupid gift.

"Shoot," I said anyways because I hate myself.

He drew in a breath and looked directly into my eyes, "are you.....are you gay?"

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