Kisses | Reddie

eight ☆ do that again

♡by: miss_holly on ao3 (all credit goes to them)

Soulmate!AU

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"One day, Bill. One day I'm going to punch him in the face."

Eddie was ranting to Bill as they walked down the busy street. It was loud, but Eddie didn't worry about that. He could yell about his stupid neighbor all day. Ever since him and his roommates moved in across the hall, Eddie couldn't even sleep without his neighbors making a ruckus. They had only moved in a couple months ago, and an introduction and five meetups later, he had developed a hatred towards Richie Tozier. Of course, his roommates, Stan Uris and Beverly Marsh were fine. They didn't make crude jokes or call Eddie awful nicknames or play 80's rock at 4 am full blast.

"God! And his music taste! He doesn't even have good music taste! And he plays it so loud! I'm pretty sure Satan himself can hear him." Eddie and Bill stopped at the crosswalk and waited for the sign to turn green. They looked at each other.

"I nuh-know, Eddie. I've he-heard." Bill laughed. "It'd buh-be feh-funny if he was your                        so-soulmate, wuh-wouldn't it? Buh-be stuck with him!" Eddie rolled his eyes at that and scoffed. He shook his head and looked down at his feet. He'd regret being born if Richie was his soulmate. His stupid eyes he'd get lost in and stupid hair that Eddie wished he could brush his hands through. He hated Richie so, so much.

"Then I couldn't hit him, could I?" Eddie referenced the old legend that you can't harm your soulmate. Eddie didn't really believe it, but one of his other roommates Ben, could've sworn that when Beverly Marsh came over, she pinched Ben, and he didn't feel a thing.

"I swear Eddie! We were talking about soulmates, and Bev pinched me and it didn't hurt!You've gotta believe me!"

"You just want her to be your soulmate. You're like, in love with her or some shit. Come on, dude, you've written poetry about her."

"How'd you know that?!"

"You and a couple beers can make anything happen, Ben."

The sign turned green and they started walking again.

"You're v-very grumpy in the muh-mornings." Bill pointed out.

"You know, I wish your room was beside the hall. You'd wake up in the morning grumpy too." Edde furrowed his eyebrows and glared ahead, bumping into a couple people on the way to the other side of the street.He rustled with his light blue tight and messed with his gelled hair. "I'm also going to my own personal hell too, Bill. I'm not a happy camper." He looked at Bill with his glare and Bill chuckled again.

"Cuh-Carson's nu-not that buh-buh-bad." Bill smiled at him. Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Says you."

Bill and Eddie have been friends since they were little kids. They mostly knew the ins and outs of each other. Bill was a leader. He was always a problem-solver and incredible under pressure. He was always the one who knew what to do when Eddie was having an asthma attack and couldn't get out his inhaler. Bill was always the one who did most in projects and didn't mind all the work. He was a great worker. That's why he got this writing job at Select News.

He's also why Eddie got this receptionist job at Select News. He blames Bill, actually. "You're a fan favorite. Carson's looking for a reason to fire me every single day. I could probably sip my coffee wrong and I wouldn't have a job anymore." Eddie paused. "I think I'm going to sip my coffee wrong."