The Aftermath (Reddie)

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3rd Person POV

"You better not throw up," Stan warned.

Bill was hunch over the lunchroom table, one hand clutching his stomach and the other on his head.

"Shh-hhhh," Bill said shakily.

Stan smiled and passed over his water bottle to his boyfriend, "drink, but not too fast."

Richie fell into his seat with a bang.

Bill flinched and shushed him, which made Stan smile softly and rubbed his boyfriends back.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Stan asked Richie's dramatic ass.

"Nothing." he muttered.

Then Eddie Kaspbrak speed walked his way to the table and sat down next to Richie, who scooted away an inch.

"Eddie," Stan said before the hyperactive boy could open his mouth, "fix Richie, he's being bitchy."

Eddie frowned and glanced over to the boy, noticing the furrowed brows and fidgeting fingers. He didn't know what to say or why Richie was in such distress.

So Eddie just stared at Richie, his mouth opening and closing as he thought of what to say.

"You don't have to try and make me feel better," Richie muttered and looked down at his hands, "there's nothing you can do."

Stan coughed, "dramatic bitch," and he coughed again.

Eddie had to agree, but he did so silently.

"Well..." Eddie started to say, taking a deep breath for his oncoming rant, "do you think you are still going to be in this funky mood later tonight because I really need help with my math and you are pretty fucking good at it and I would really appreciate it if you came over to my place to help but if you aren't in the mood that's totally fine."

Richie didn't say anything.

Eddie drew in another deep breath, "okay if you aren't going to answer I guess I'll just wait until later to see if you come over or not. Fuck you for being a pain though, more than usual I mean."

"Facts!" Stan cheered and Bill weakly punched his arm.

"Sh-shut the fuck up, I'm n-n-never drinking again!" He stuttered.

Stan smirked, "just wait until Friday, I'm thinking of planning another Loser party."

Bill groaned, "can't we j-j-just stay in? TH-this sucks ass."

"OF course," Stan said and wrapped an arm around Bill's shoulders and quickly kissed his head before anyone saw.

Richie groaned.

Eddie sighed.

And lunch continued like that: one hangover gay, one functional gay, one stressed gay, and one dysfunctional gay.

*****

Richie's POV

I was bouncing my knee like mad, sitting in my desk chair. I was smoking, trying to calm my nerves, clear my head.

Should I go to Eddie's.

That meant I had to tell him the truth of our relationship, the cold hard facts of why we couldn't be together. I would have to focus on anything but his beautiful smile and bubbly personality.

Or I could stay home, give Eddie mixed signals, but not have to face confrontation. Eddie would be concerned, but I could continue to smoke and worry about the matter.

"Richie!" my mother called.

"What?!"

No answer.

"What?!"

Again, no answer.

"Fuck this," I muttered and crankily stood and stomped my way downstairs.

"What do you want?" I asked impatiently.

My mother was standing with her arms folded facing me.

She sighed, "we need to talk."

Shit. Did she know? Had she found out about me being gay? Did she see me and Eddie kiss?

My palms were sweating and my heart was racing.

"okay.." my voice came out as a croak.

She ignored my fear and continued talking, "look Rich, I've tried to turn a blind eye-"

oh fuck oh shit oh fucking hell. I'm toast. Time to pack my bags and run far far away.

"-but I can't ignore something like this when you are making it so obvious-"

I felt tears start to form in my eyes, I was so scared. So fucking scared.

At the same time I choked out an "I'm sorry," my mother said, "you can't come home drunk, especially on a school night."

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okay, two updates. But I'm going to bed now and hopefully I can write tomorrow.

I have a plan, it just is taking awhile. I won't drag this book on for much longer though...I know it's getting quite long and unnecessarily dramatic