chapter twenty-six: fly me to the moon

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Eddie woke up laying on the grass. "Ah! Ah! Oh- shit! Ah!" He screamed over and over again, scraping the dirt remains off of his favourite pants. "Richie, I know you did not let me fall asleep out here!"

No answer.

"Richie! Quit playing games, I'm serious! I need an emergency shower immediately!"

Still no answer.

"Richie?" Eddie's voice became timid as he looked around, only to see that the car didn't contain a certain Richie Tozier. "Oh God," he became frantic, pacing and scratching his head, confused and terrified. "Richie, no."

"Hey, Eds I was just-"

"Ah!" Eddie held onto to his heaving chest in complete terror, "you dickhead! I have a sensitive heart!"

"Yeah, I know- I was just going for an early-morning walk." Richie pointed behind him, where the trees ended and the road began.

"You psychopath, who even goes on walks?" Before Richie could respond, Eddie continued, "and you just left me here? There could be bears! Or lizards!"

"There's no bears here, Eds. I doubt there's even lizards-" Richie grabbed a hold of Eddie's hand, "You're too cute to die young."

"Aw, that's so sweet." Eddie spoke sarcastically as Richie snickered and hopped into the driver's seat of the car.

"Hop in, bunny rabbit!" Richie smirked and patted the passenger seat.

Rolling his eyes, Eddie reluctantly climbed into his seat and occasionally shuddered at the dirt on his skin.

After being away from home for a considerable amount of time, Eddie started to miss his perfect family meals and his record player. Sometimes when he didn't look in the side-mirror, he forgot what he looked like. He supposed it was a classic case of teenage questioning, which always led to a brief moment of rebellion before returning to societal obedience, working for 'the man'. That wasn't a life, that was a travesty.

Eddie decided that he didn't want his rebellious era to end.

"Damn, I really do need a haircut, huh." Richie brushed his hair with his fingers and laughed, "not only do I smell like a hippie, I look like one too!" Eddie couldn't help but laugh at his corny joke and solemnly agreed with him.

"I can cut hair." Eddie admitted.

"Wait, really?"

It was true, Eddie could cut hair quite well (but not on himself). It started when he was 7 years old and he desperately begged his mother for this amazing new toy: the Barbie doll.

He remembered the disappointed look on his mother's face as she bought the last Barbie on the shelf: the very first design.

The doll wore a zebra-striped swimsuit and had her hair in a topknot. He decided to get the brunette-version because it looked like him. He loved the doll more than anything! More than cereal, more than his rag doll, more than his mother.

That's when he gave the doll a haircut.

He cut the doll's hair into a neat bob, which he really liked and was proud of. His mother noticed and decided that enough was enough. She was already angry at the fact that he had a Barbie, but he was cutting the Barbie's hair! Femininity was for women.

She took the doll and hid it in a box in her cupboard, nowhere to be seen.

Richie managed to find a lovely little spot to hide from the public eye.

They were actually starting to get used to avoiding random citizens, and sometimes it sort of felt like a fun game. Bonus points if you narrowly escape!

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