The Aftermath (Reddie)

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Richie's POV

Derry was just as I remembered it.

Fucking boring.

I parked my car and got out.

Time for a big loser reunion. I wondered how everyone else had grown up, what career paths they had followed.

A man with a scruffy look and a fine ass walked into the restaurant in front of me. What he was one of the losers.

Doubtful that any one of them had grown up to be attractive though, they were losers for a reason. Except maybe Beverly. She was always pretty, for a girl.

I followed the man in and asked for a table under Mike's name.

"This way," the waiter said simply and ushered me to a side room.

Several people were in the room, all staring at each other and smiling. The man from outside was there too. I seemed to be the last one to arrive.

Everyone turned when I entered.

"No way," the man said staring at me with wide eyes, "Richie fucking Tozier??"

I nodded shakily, "yeah...who the fuck are you?"

There's no way it could be Bill, his ass never looked that good. And Stan would never let his face get that scruffy. Mike was black so that was a no. So that meant-

"Ben!" His eyes were crinkled in a warm smile.

I gaped at him.

"Damn," I cursed, "I at least thought I would look better than you when I was older."

The whole crew laughed and I stared at each in turn.

The only female there was obviously Bev, her hair was still short and she still looked like a badass.

Mike was sitting down at the table, looking stressed but happy to see everyone.

The one standing by Bev, clasping and unclasping his hands nervously, had to be Bill.

And the one standing in front of the fish tank, with his hair neatly combed back and hands in his pockets death glaring me....that was Eddie.

I started to wonder if he remembered.

Did he remember all of the times we kissed?

When I visited him in New York?

When he promised to call but never did....

I opened my mouth to say something, but Bill cut me off.

"Where's Stan?"

I wasn't the last one there after all.

"You guys didn't keep in touch?" Bev asked.

Bill bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, "I was supposed to call him as soon as I got to my new house....but I never did," he sighed, "It's like I...forgot all about him."

Bev put her arms around Bill to comfort him, "I'm sure he will show up soon."

"Where the fuck did your stutter go Bill?" I interrupted.

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I was standing anxiously in front of Eddie's door. Our door.

We all had to share with another person and go figure, I got Eddie. I was scared. What if he didn't remember?

Cause I did.

And all I wanted to do is kiss him again.

Just as I was reaching for the handle the door swung open.

"Oh um-" Eddie looked startled to see me, "I was wondering when you were coming up."

I gave him a tight smile, "Here I am..." I said just staring at him. He was still smaller than me. He still had those adorable freckles splashed on his face. And his mouth looked like it could still insult the fuck out of you in the speed of light. It also still looked very kissable.

"Are you gonna come in?"

"Oh-right," I blinked and shuffled into the room.

The room was small and clad with some awful red floral wallpaper. There was a wooden dresser and a single king bed.

Fucking clichés.

I set my bag down on the side of the be closest to the wall.

"I swear to god Eds, if you kick me once-" I had started to turn around and stopped talking once I realized that Eddie was standing right in front of me. Our faces were hardly an inch apart, "-Hey-hey Eds," I sputtered.

"I know you fucking remember Tozier," he said lowly.

Fuck, why was he so hot?

He got closer to my face, where I could feel his sweet vanilla breath on my lips.

"I know you remember when I would kiss your neck," I shuddered and closed my eyes as I he placed soft kisses on my collar bone.

"Fuck," I whispered.

"I know..." he would talk in-between kisses, "that you...remember...how....my lips...tasted...on yours."

I made a low sound and grabbed his face then smashed my lips to his.

We kissed more passionately than ever.

I pulled away for a second, he was breathing heavily.

"I don't remember you being so ballsy though," I smirked and wrapped my arms around his waist.

Eddie blushed slightly and gave me a crooked smile, "I just broke up with my wife so...I feel like I could do anything."

I raised a brow, "Oh yeah? Well I feel like I could do anything too." I gave him a wink.

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Oh, an innuendo...

I'm still not gonna write smut though. Vomit.

I'm too anxious and shameful to write that shit. Okay, I'm really confused rn and need your boys' help.

This happened to me and idk what it means and kinda has me freaking out. But I overreact so idk.

-My friend telling me that she went on a date this weekend: and then we kissed!

-Me, beaming: ooo was that your first kiss?

-My friend, nods.

-Me, already having had my first kiss: isn't gross? (I say this laughing and making a face)

-My friend, confused: What, no...It was nice

-Me, thoroughly confused.

So that's my story and fuck I'm confused af. Are you not supposed to get really anxious and disgusted after going on a date? I just paced in my room and hyperventilated for about an hour.

Heh, I'm a disaster.