Denial ~ A Reddie Fanfic

Chapter 8

Eddie POV

"What are you looking for, Eddie?"

I sprint down the road, trying to get as far away from It as I can. The road doesn't end, and I eventually feel a clawed hand grab my shoulder. The clown pushes me down onto the ground, shaking my shoulders so that my back hits the gravel under me repeatedly. He reaches down and picks me up, carrying me for a second before stopping at a cliff. I try to scream out, but no words leave my mouth.

"Time to float, girly boy!" It says, a creepy smile forming on its face. It walks toward the very edge of the cliff and drops me. The wind whips through my hair and I watch the ground grow closer and closer until finally...

"Eds!" 

I gasp and sit up. Richie is in front of me, grabbing my shoulders and lightly shaking me. I see him let out a breath of relief.

"You're awake, finally. Are you okay?" He asks. I ignore his question and look around at our surroundings. Beverly is asleep on the other couch and Stan is passed out on the floor, snoring lightly. There is a blanket over each of them, and I notice that there is one covering me as well. I finally look back at Richie, who has concern in his eyes. My eyes narrow.

"Do not call me that," I say, starting to turn away, but his hands that were on my shoulders move to my face to force me to look at him. He really needs to stop grabbing my face like that, it makes all kinds of feeling erupt in my chest.

"What? Eds?" He says, a wry smile forming on his face. Oh God, Trashmouth is back. "Would you prefer... Eddie Spaghetti?" I fake gag at the nickname, ripping away from his grasp and pretending to vomit over the couch.

"How about... Edward Spagedward?"

"Ew, gross!"

"Eduardo Spaguardo?"

"Richie, stop!" I say, but I can't help the giggles that keep falling from my lips. All of a sudden he has climbed up on the couch and his hands are at my sides, tickling me.

"Or what? Are you gonna kill me with cuteness?" He asks, tickling me even more. My horrid laugh is back now, little hiccups leaving my mouth.

"Smother me with smallness?" I shriek with laughter as he tickles me in a, particularly sensitive spot, earning laughter from him as well.

"Butcher me with beauty?" His voice changes into one of a news reporter.

"Breaking news! Adorable annihilator on the loose! Responsible for the death of Richie Tozier, who was named the most attractive man alive- oof!" I push him off of me and he lands on the ground.

"Edward Spaghedward! You wound me!" He says dramatically, and I laugh even harder.

"Jesus Christ! Here I was wondering who it was waking me up, only to find out it was my two least favorite gays!" Stan grumbles, pushing himself off the ground. Beverly is also awake and is looking at Richie and me with a small smile on her face. 

"You two are too cute!" She says, which makes me a bit confused. Doesn't she like Richie? Before I can expand on the issue, however, the front door opens and six people file in. First is Bill's mom and dad, then Bill, Georgie, Ben, and Mike. Bill's mother and Georgie head upstairs but his father and the three boys file into the living room. How long was I asleep for?

"Is he okay?" Beverly asks, and Bill's father just nods. He turns, looking at Bill.

"Before I even think about believing you, I'm gonna make sure their story matches yours." He turns back to us and studies us carefully. "How did Georgie lose his arm?" None of us speak so finally, Stan does it for us.