Oh, my love //: Reddie:\\

t w e n t y f i v e

eddie*

I can feel my anxiousness flowing around in my body as I dug through the shed in my backyard. My head was spinning with pure fear. I know it's bad to be fearful at the given time, but hell, I'm scared to death.

"C'mon!" I yelled at myself as I flipped things over. "S'gotta be here somewhere!" I spat.

"Hey, need help?" I heard Bill's voice. "We've got everything else we need. Stan's gonna carry the bag." He said, seeming proud that Stan is gaining courage and confidence. I'm proud of that kid too.

I sighed heavily and kicked a tool box. "Shit!"

I made it tense between us. I cant control my anger sometimes. I try, but I fail.

"I-I'm Sorry. I'm fucking stressed out and I feel helpless and chaotic and like no matter what I do I can't fucking help put out this huge ring of fire around us! All I'm doing is throwing more lighter fluid on us and we're burning alive!" I yelled, rambling out. I stopped myself.

Bill lightly stepped closer and put his hand on my shoulder. "Eddie, we're doing our best, and that's guh-good. Alright?" He offered a smile.

I sighed, turning into his chest and hugging him. "Thanks, Bill." I sighed, staying in the embrace for a bit longer.

He hugged me back. "Don't blame yourself. If anything, it was all of us." He chuckled.

I sighed as we pulled away. "Mike could be dead by the time we get there, Bill. What if it's too late? What're we to do then? How the hell would we even stop it?" I frowned.

He grabbed my shoulders lightly, as I let my hands fall on his waist. "Eddie, you cuh-can't our the blame on yourself. This piece of shuh-shit was doing this long before we came along. Okay?" He looked into my eyes, making sure I understood.

I nodded.

"And if Mike is hurt, we'd better hurry, so what were you looking for anyway?" He asked, stepping back.

"An axe." I sighed. "I just thought we could use extra precautions and everything we could gather." I explained, rubbing my face in frustration.

He nodded. He looked around for a moment. "What's in that red can?" He asked casually.

I looked up at him like he was a fucking genius. "Gasoline." I said.

He looked at me. We shared a look and I grabbed the can.

"I've got more at my house!" Bill said, running out. "Tell the others where I'm going!" He yelled as he hopped on his bike.

I took the can and ran to the house. I ran inside and saw them arguing in the living room. "Guys!" I panted shortly. I sat the can on the table. They looked at it with raised brows.

"Where's Bill?" Staley asked worriedly.

"He went to his house to get more gasoline and lighter fluid. I've got a case of matches around here somewhere." I said, looking around the room.

"Good idea!" Ben said. I smiled proudly.

Richie looked away and walked out.

"What's with him?" I asked.

Stan huffed with and eye roll. He walked out through the back to where our bikes are, assuming he went after Bill.

I looked at Henry, Bev, and Ben with raised brows. "What'd I miss?" I asked confused.

Bev glanced around. "Richie still wants to leave. Stan agreed with Henry and You, staying to fight. Words were said and-," she sighed out longingly.

"And?" I asked worriedly.

"You should try and help Richie understand why we should at least try. He just put you and your relationship above all of us. Stan called it selfish and rude. He was hurt that Richie didn't care for us like he does for you, so he said that your relationship probably won't last, especially if anyone dies today." Beverly spoke calmly.

I felt distraught by her words. Richie never fails to surprise me with our relationship problems. Hell, it's only been like what, five days? Not even that?

I let out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry he said that to you guys you didn't deserve that." I looked at them. "I don't know what's going on with him, but I'm sorry he said that. That was stupid." I apologized so Richie would have to, not that he would anyway.

"We get it. We know how much he loves you, Eddie. It's just that Richie is Stan's best friend and hearing Richie day he doesn't care about him hurts." Ben smiled softly.

I sighed. I looked at Henry. "Did he say anything to you?" I asked, feeling like I already knew the answer.

He nodded. "He said I was only here to make things worse and hurt you." He sighed. "I don't blame him." He shrugged. "It's fine."

I nodded. "Well it's not fine." I said. "Can you find the axe in the shed and matches? I'm gonna go talk to Richie."

They nodded. I walked outside on to the front porch where Richie stood, leaning on the railing.

I felt irritated that I have to talk to him about this.

I walked over beside him, looking off around the neighborhood. In my preifereal vision I saw Richie hang his head down like a dog who's done something bad.

I sighed softly. "You can't say that to people, chee. Especially them. They're like our family, and they're the most accepting people we'll have in our life." I spoke calmly to him.

"I know." He spoke. "I felt regret as soon as the words left my mouth. I hate that I said it, Eds, i do, but it's the truth." He spoke softly, not seeming to have any anger. He was quiet and calm.

I smiled softly. "You should apologize. I can't make you, I won't, but this? You need to apologize for this. Especially to Stan. You know how rough he has it." I chuckled, nudging his shoulder with mine.

He chuckled and faced me. "Love you, spaghetti." He kissed my cheek.

I smiled at him and lightly kissed his lips. "I love you too, Richie." I hugged him. "Promise me you'll try to behave?" I chuckled.

"Of course." He nodded. He kissed me gently. "I'm sorry, Eds."

I smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him inside.