IT oneshots

a joke to you? - reddie

a/n- more funky angst for you guys, please suggest ships/scenarios to write about!!
age- 17-18!
modern!! strong language!!!

3rd person pov
richie and eddie were getting ready for a party, or 'greta's birthday bash!' as she texted everyone in school about. the shorter boy turned to his friend "why are we even going rich- it's not like she likes us or anything." he sighed loudly gaining the attention of the taller dark haired boy. "free drinks eddie spaghetti- free drinks and popular people. what could happen?" he chuckled fixing his belt buckle. "uh- you could get into a fight again or- or alcohol poisoning!" eddie huffed. "it will be fineeee" rich said, sliding off his metallica t-shirt. eddie averted his eyes, his face flushing slightly. rich slid on a short sleeved black button-down and turned to eddie. "no weird shirt?" eds asked him, tilting his head to the side slightly. "nah eddie darlin' gotta impress the hotties" richie said, ruffling his friends hair whos face had just irrupted a dark crimson.

a loud beep was heard, "oof- that'll be bev! c'mon eds let's gooo" richie yelled as he ran down the hall to his front door. "dont call me eds!" the flustered boy ran after him.

rich slammed open the door to the jeep that beverly borrowed from her aunt. "hey watch it dick for brains" she laughed. eddie rolled his eyes and got into the packed vehicle. bev and ben in the front, bill and stan and mike in the middle row and now rich and eddie squished into the back of the car. "onwards my fine companion!" richie yelled, eddie proceeded to slap him.

as the group arrived at the party bev turned to face everyone. "kay' so ben is our wonderful designated driver for the night" she blew a kiss in his direction and his face heated up. "meet back here" she gestured to the car "at like,, one ish? sound good?" everyone nodded in conclusion and excited the jeep and went inside greta's house.

it was around 9 o'clock and the party was already in full swing, greta seemed to be having the time of her life as she swigged back a bottle of vodka. richie walked further into the house, eddie following him close behind since he wasn't familiar with 'parties'.

"eds do you wanna drink?" richie yelled over 'mr.brightside by the killers'. "no im okay-" eddies eyes widened as the scrawny boy grabbed a bottle of some liquor and started downing it. "this-this is exactly what i meant by alcohol poisoning!" eddie shouted. a large grin spread on the brunettes face and he brought his smaller companion into a headlock. "let's dance eds." was all he said as he dragged the both of them to the makeshift dance floor in the living room.

an hour later richie was rather tipsy, casually joking around with his classmates and occasionally flirting with eddie. the small boy sat on the couch next to a passed out bill, who everyone now realised was a complete lightweight. rich danced to a random song that was barely audible due to the sounds of loud chatter. he casually glanced over to eddie and in a somewhat drunken state winked at him. eddie blushed and looked away.

a loud rev of some truck was heard, curious eyes darted towards the front door. henry bowers and his goons had arrived, all noticeably intoxicated, and someone else. someone who had not been seen around before. the boy was tall, with blond loose curls and bright blue eyes. he wandered off the the kitchen.

eddie glanced to richie, whose eyes followed the new guy. he smirked lightly and walked in after him. a frown adorned the face of the brown eyed boy.

in the kitchen the boy was getting a drink, some pink liquid. "hey im richie" the glasses wearing loser mumbled as he walked closer to the boy. "connor, nice to meet you" the blonde, now confirmed to be named connor, smiled gently at him. "ive never seen you around here before-" "oh yeah, i just moved in with my uncle and cousin" he glanced to richie's lips then back to his dark eyes, framed with big rimmed glasses. richie's face grew pinker in colour. "would you like to dance?.." richie trailed the sentence out a little.

"i would love to" the curly headed boy smiled and grabbed richie's hand, they interlocked fingers and walked to the living room.
the two, now in view to everyone. all eyes were on them, including a certain asthmatic's. once he saw the two boys holding hands his eyes welled up in tears and he ran off to the nearest bathroom, that was all unknown to richie as he started to dance with connor.

eddie sat on the closed toilet and sobbed into his hands, he couldn't believe it. he swore just a few minutes ago richie was flirting with him, but then again, that's just richie. he continued to cry until he heard a knock on the door.
"its occupied" he mumbled out.

"its me"

eddie got up and opened the door letting stanley in. "i saw what happened" he muttered as eddie resumed his sitting position. "im not crying over that-" "yes you are, im not stupid. richie is." stan cut him off, running a hand through his own curly locks. "i just thought that maybe he liked me- i guess im nothing but a joke to him" eds sniffed out. stanley placed a hand on his shoulder. "well hes stupid to not realise how great you are. now come on let's go have fun alright?" stan said reaching for eddies hand, he took it and let out a small forced smile.

the two friends left the cramped bathroom and walked back into the living room, the party had slightly less people that it originally started with, meaning there was more space to walk around. eddies eyes scanned the room for richie, the brown orbs landing on the target who was now kissing, the mystery boy, up against a wall. stan looked over to where the shorter boy was looking at, his eyes widened in slight disgust. "oh shit- come on eds i can walk you home-" it was too late, edward kaspbrak was now on his way over to richard tozier.

"what the actual fuck" he yelled, grabbing richie's collar and making him face the him. rich stumbled slightly, he drunkenly gazed at eddie. "hey eddie spaghetti- whats up?" he asked, attempting to caress his cheek. "don't 'whats up' me you piece of shit!" everyone was staring now, even the wasted bill on the sofa. "first you flirt with me all night! but as soon as some new 'pretty boy' comes along, you're all over him? what the hell-" he practically screamed. "thanks" mumbled the tipsy connor. "piss off asshole- richie what are you playing at huh? do you like me? what are these mixed signals! i can't keep up with your shit. tell me now- are you gonna pick him or me?" eddie now red in the face, started sniffling again. richie was completely in awe, he didn't realise what he had been doing.

"i can't just-" richie started when eddie cut him off. "what can't you just pick me- him or me it's not that hard." eddie's eyes were filled with desperation. "eds i-" "am i a fucking joke to you? why can't you just pick me- him or me richie" eddie cried out. richie stood there, his mouth slightly ajar. "i-i" he stuttered out. "you know what? im done. im- im done." eddie wiped his tears and left.

"wait eddie!" richie shouted after him.

"go fuck yourself"