"bev, he just shut the door in my face! so i went down stairs to leave, and his mom offered me a glass of fucking tea." richie yelled into his phone. he was on the way to bevs house, but he couldn't wait to get there, so he called her.
"did you take the tea?" bev had just woken up, thanks to richies call. she didn't quite understand what was going on.
"no i didn't take the god damn tea! i just said 'no thanks mrs. k! i've got to go.' and left! literally fucking left!" bev laughed, making richie fume even more.
"it's not fucking funny!"
"have you talked to eddie since you left?"
"yeah, i texted him and said 'fuck off and die', and i hope he takes the advice all the way to stupid fuck ass massachusetts." bev sighed. richie could feel her rolling her eyes. he didn't care, he could care less about what anyone had to say to him at this point.
"you know that he doesn't have to tell you shit right? like, he's allowed to go and see his dad if he wants to. you aren't his guardian. he wants to rekindle his relationship with his dad. you should be happy for him." richie scoffed. she didn't get it.
"bev you don't get it. he should've at least let me know? and fuck his dad. literally fuck his dad. i hate him and i've never even like, heard the dudes voice. i've never even seen a fucking picture of the piece of shit. but i know that he's no good. eddie is stupid as fuck for wanting a relationship with him."
"okay, richie. i know that you don't get it because you've always had your dad around, regardless of how shitty things have been in the past, but for eddie, this is a big deal. his dad has never been there for him, and now he's showing interest. it might seem dumb to you, but it's a whole lot for him. and you're the stupid one for killing his spirit about it."
"bev you literally don't understand-" bev let out a irritated screech, stopping richie from talking.
"listen, i don't care what henry told you about their fucking trip to massachusetts. i don't care what he said about anything. isn't it funny that henry is suddenly looking out for you now? you know how henry found out about the massachusetts thing? fucking vic told him. eddie hasn't been to massachusetts since he was like six years old, richie. you're so stupid for listening to henry over eddie."
"i went to eddies house the other night and he was on the fucking phone with henry. isn't that sketch? like, that's weird right?" richie banged his free hand on the steering wheel, making a frustrated noise bubble from his throat.
"no, richie. that isn't sketch. he was speaking to him. they dated for like four years. they're allowed to talk to each other."
"yeah but i got him away from that! he shouldn't want to be talking to shitty guys who have done him wrong."
"then why does he talk to you?"
