You did this to me

"𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕆𝕗 𝕄𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕"

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November 24, 20xx

"ᗪᗴᗩᖇ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎᗩᒪ"
Richard sat ever so quietly at his desk, he eyed his book and wondered what to write. Maybe he could write what happened yesterday? No. It wasn't that important, it was only Eddie.
Only Eddie.
Richard scuffled at the name, "obnoxious prick." He muttered under his breath. "Stupid little brat, won't stop nagging at me." He snapped as if Eddie was there hearing him. As anger filled him the pencil that was on his hand snapped, his thumb was up on the base of it as his index finger wrapped around the bottom. The amount of pressure he had from his thumb managed to snap it. The snap, made Richard come out from his angry thoughts. He sighed and grabbed the piece with his left hand and shoved it into the other hand as he used the hand to open a drawer and grab scotch tape.
"Alright, I ain't getting up to find my pens. So imma do a big brain thing and fix it." Richard told himself as he put the two pieces on the desk and ripped some tape off, not being bothered to use the metal part that was at the end of the curve. He wrapped it around the pencil and then grabbed some more pieces to secure it. He wiggles it and put it above his lip like a mustache, making himself chuckle. He put it down and grabbed it ever so lightly giving a kiss on the tape, "it's alright angel daddy fixed you up really good." He said as if the pencil talked.

Richard gently rubbed it and gasp, "you dirty girl! Don't think like that-" he snapped and looked around as if someone was watching and whispered to it "later" with a small wink after. The raven haired male put it down and scuffled to himself. "Did I really just flirt with a pencil? How can I get any more pathetic?" He asked himself as he sighed shaking his head as he put his palm against his head letting the elbow rest on the chipped desk.

Richard was quiet, he only began to reflect on what he had done yesterday.

『••✎••』

November 23, 20xx

"Hey R-Richie. Where wer-re you y-yesterday?" A gentle tone could be heard. The voice of a Bill. It was stuttering as always, as he seemed to gently twitched at the stutter he said.

"Hm? Oh me? I was busy with Eddie's mom, she wouldn't get off me. Almost died thanks to her fat ass" Richie said with a grin as he side glances at Eddie.
"T-that's so not funny trashmouth! You weren't with my mom yesterday asshole." Eddie snapped back as he crossed his arms looking over at him, seeing the much faked male in the hammock. Eddie was short, about 5'2 to be exact. He had wavy honey-nut hair that flowed and curled ever so lovingly; his skin a olive color that was a bit lighter now due to it being winter time. Eddie's milk chocolate eyes staring at Richie as his brows frowned.

Richie looked over at Eddie as he heard that ever so squeaky voice snap at him. He scuffled and rolled his eyes as he smiled. His eyes studied the other and endorsed every feature of him. "Oh? I wasn't Eddie? Then I must have just fucked a big ass elephant then. Obviously I was at your house, that's why your door was unlocked." Eddie's eyes only widen, earlier he was explaining how he was scared last night due to his door being unlocked.
"T-that's not even true!! My mommy left it unlocked since I didn't have my keys!-". "my mommy" Richard cut Eddie off with a mocking tone. It only caused Eddie to speak over him as he grew annoyed "Yes my mommy dipshit! You obviously don't love yours since you don't call her that. Look the point is that you didn't fuck my mom.". Richie just laughed and picked up a comic from behind him and opened it up, "you keep telling yourself that. But her underwear says otherwise."

"YOU NEVER SMELT OR HELD HER UNDERWEAR!"

"YES I HAVE! IT SMELLS LIKE NASTY FISH!"

Bill just looked at the two and turned to Stanley as he managed to speak, "t-think they'll s-stop this t-time?". Stanley turned to bill and sighed shaking his head as he spoke softly, "no. It'll end when it's time to leave. Or they'll drop it and Richie will spark it yet again."; that made bill nod as he turned to the two watching them bicker before Eddie put a hand up and waved it around, "IM DONE WITH YOU!!" He shouted at him before turning to face Beverly as he crossed his arms with frown brows.

"Aww little spaghetti couldn't handle it. Turned into a little steaming mess of noodles. Such a shame." Richie teased him as he smirked reading the comic again. As Richie light the biting ashes of the teasing, Eddie turned to him and began to argue with him yet again.

『••✎••』

November 24, 20xx

Once he remember what he did he only smiled to himself as he remembered the argument he and Eddie had. "I totally won..." he muttered quietly to himself as he shifted in his chair and rolled closer to the desk. Richie grabbed the tapped up pencil and held down the flop of the journals cover and first entry he written in it.
He carefully began to think about what to write, all he could think about was about what happened yesterday so he decided to write about that.

' ᗪᗴᗩᖇ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎᗩᒪ,
ᔕO YᗴᔕTᗴᖇᗪᗩY I was with the losers, mega gay. And Eddie was being an asshole. A passive aggressive asshole, with his chipmunk voice. He ᗩᒪᗯᗩYᔕ Yᗴᒪᑭᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷᗩᖇKᔕ ᗰOᖇᗴ Tᕼᗩᑎ ᕼᗴ ᑕᗩᑎ ᗷITᗴ. ᗩᑎᘜᗴᒪ, I ᒍᑌᔕT ᑕᗩᗰᗴ ᑌᑭ ᗯITᕼ ᗩᑎ Iᗪᗴᗩ TᕼᗩᑎKᔕ TOᗩᒪᗯᗩYᔕ Yᗴᒪᑭᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷᗩᖇKᔕ ᗰOᖇᗴ Tᕼᗩᑎ ᕼᗴ ᑕᗩᑎ ᗷITᗴ. ᗩᑎᘜᗴᒪ, I ᒍᑌᔕT ᑕᗩᗰᗴ ᑌᑭ ᗯITᕼ ᗩᑎ Iᗪᗴᗩ TᕼᗩᑎK TO YOᑌ! ᗴᗪᗪIᗴ Iᔕ ᗩ ᖴᑌᑕKIᑎᘜ ᑕᕼIᕼᑌᗩᕼᑌᗩ! ᕼᗴ'ᔕ ᔕO ᔕᗰᗩᒪᒪ ᗩᑎᗪ Yᗩᑭᔕ ᗩᒪᒪ Tᕼᗴ TIᗰᗴ! I'ᗰ ᔕO ᘜOIᑎᘜ TO Tᗴᒪᒪ ᕼIᗰ TᕼᗩT!
ᗩᒪᖇIᘜᕼT TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗩᒪᒪ I ᘜOT. ᗩᒪᖇIᘜᕼT I ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪ ᘜO ᗩᑎᗪ ᘜᗴT ᖇᗴᗩᗪY TO ᖴᑌᑕK ᗴᗪᗪIᗴ'ᔕ ᗰOᗰ ᒪOᒪ. '