🎈Reddie~One-Shots🎈

~Loser Turned Lover~

I know in the movie, we get a brief glance at Eddie fixing the "loser" and changing it to "lover" but i think it should have been left unknown to the audience so we can assume that Richie fixed it for him. And it's poetic cinema when Eddie holds hands with Richie in the circle and we get a view of the "lover" cast. They are in love...? Anyways, i went on a tangent sry here ya go

~Eddie's POV~

I can't believe it. Greta Keene can go fuck herself. Why do people have to pick on us all the time, pick on me? It's just not fair. What did my friends and I do to deserve it? We all keep to ourselves and mind our own beeswax, I don't get it. Well, except for Richie. He runs his mouth constantly, so I understand why Henry and his goons go after him.

But why me? I've had my fair share of bullying from Henry Bowers and those guys, but now the girls are messing with me too. Am I really that pathetic that girls see me as a target?

I've had the longest week. I broke my arm while battling a psychotic clown, so my mom freaked out and took me to the Emergency Room. Then, I had a cast put on my arm and I haven't been able to see my friends for the past 4 days and I'm sick of feeling alone. All I want is to talk to someone.

While I'm sitting here on my bed, pondering life, I hear a knock on the front door. Mommy just went to the grocery store, so it's probably her realizing that she left her keys behind.

I slowly drug myself off of my bed. The springs squeaked when I did so. I walked down the carpeted stairs and opened the front door, only to see Richie instead of my mom.

"Richie? What are you doing? You probably shouldn't be here," I said.
"I know, I know. I just felt bad because you must be so lonely, sitting in your house, cooped up all day. I also wanted to see how you were doing, check in on you, ya know?" There was a smile on his face when he said that. He shoved his hands in his pockets and invited himself in.

"So," Richie started, "Where's my wife at?" I sighed. I have had the longest week and he just had to go and make it longer.
"Fuck you, man," I said and ran up the stairs. I finally had someone to talk to, Richie of all people, but he pushed me over the edge. I wanted to cry. The first thing he does when he sees me is insult me instead of giving me a hug, or a pat on the back at least.

"Woah woah, Eds. Where ya going?" I heard him call after me but I didn't stop. I ran all the way to the end of the hall where my room was. I flopped onto my bed and let the tears fall from the rims of my eyes. That one mean action from Greta pushed me to the edge of the cliff, but Richie's normal behavior was the quick blow that sent me falling toward my death.

I only had a few seconds to myself before I heard soft footsteps come running up the carpeted stairs. Before I knew it, there was a solemn Richie rushing to the edge of my bed. When he sat on my bed, it made me sink farther into the mattress.

"What's bugging ya, Eds? You can talk to me, you know." My face was almost stuck to my bed sheets because my tears had soaked into them, making them wet with pain. I moved my face up and looked at his eyes through his glasses. Those chocolate brown eyes made me almost smile. Almost.

"Tell me what's wrong, Eds. Please. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong." I frowned at him.
"It's just that," I started to choke on my tears, "it's that I can't seem to catch a break."

I was surprised that Richie hadn't said anything about my cast yet, so I had to be the one to bring it up.
"Whatcha mean?"
I flipped my arm around, with my face still buried in my sheets, to show Richie five big, fat, black letters written across the once pristine white cast.

They read L O S E R

Richie looked over on the other side of me to see the letter written neatly across my arm cast.

"Oh man, who did that to you, Eddie Spaghetti?"
"Greta," I mumbled into the bed.
"Is this all? This kind of shit happens all the time, why are you so upset?"

I was through with the bullying and teasing. I wanted to take back my dignity an I don't think that Richie understands how hard that is for me.

"That's the point! It happens all the time! Don't you want the bullying to end, Richie? This was the last straw for me. I can't take it anymore!" I screamed with loud sobs in between every sentence. After I let out all of the yelling I could, I just collapsed in a crying pile of sadness.

Richie put his arm around me and gave me a kiss on the top of my head before leaving. It's understandable that he wanted to leave. Everyone thinks I'm a loser anyways. I expected it.

What I wasn't expecting was the fact that Richie came back with a fire-engine red sharpie in his hand. My head popped up when he sat down on my bed and I heard the squeak of the sharpie cap pop off.

"Wh-what are y-you doing?" I asked Richie when he bent over my cast with the sharpie prepared to write.
"Just fixing this for you."

In about two seconds, the S in the middle of the word has been replaced by a V.
"There," Richie said sweetly, "It's all better now, right?"

Now my tears were forming into happy tears.
"Yeah, Rich. Much better. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Eds."

He leaned forward and kissed my tear stained cheek. My face became more hot than it was before.

Richie was so fucking annoying sometimes, but he also has the biggest heart that I've ever seen in a person. He could be so sweet when he chose to be.

He cared for me when I couldn't care for myself.

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And there we go, another chapter i did it. What do you guys wanna see next?