Kisses | Reddie

nine ☆ winter formal

by: Saer-Bear on quotev (all credit goes to them)

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"Come on, it'll be fun, I swear!" Richie pleaded as he tugged on Eddie's arm.

"Does getting publically shamed sound like a fun evening to you?" Eddie slammed his locker shut, and narrowed his eyes at Richie. "We could be hurt. Or worse, and you know that."

"We get called fags all the time anyway, why does it matter? The entire group, according to the rest of the student body, is gay." Richie dejectedly crumpled up the flyer that was in his hands as he spoke. Eddie sighed.

"Do you really want to go that bad?" There was silence. For once, Richie didn't say a word.

"No, I was just messin' with you." He finally spoke up, and the bell rang. "I have to go to class. Bye, Eddie." Richie dropped the flyer as he walked off down the hallway, and Eddie watched him go.

"He never goes to his fifth period on time." Eddie frowned as he bent down to grab the flyer. He smoothed it out against his locker, and stared at it. "Winter formal..." Eddie whispered, biting his lip. He shoved it into his pocket, and went to his own fifth period class. He took his seat next to Stan and Bill. As he put his Chemistry textbook on his desk, he turned to the two of them. "Are you going to winter formal?" Stan and Bill looked at him, and shrugged.

"I think the whole Loser's club was going to go. We were going to talk about it at lunch, but we couldn't find you or Richie." Stan said suspiciously, and Eddie grew red as a tomato while Bill snickered.

"A-Anyway, I think Richie wants to go together, but I don't know what to do."

"That's suicide," Stan said, shaking his head.

"Don't be rude!" Bill hit him in the chest.

"I know it is. Going together as a couple...we're going to get beat up. I'm sure he thinks I'm scared that I'll get hurt, but really I'm scared if he gets hurt." Eddie slumped down onto his desk and sighed.

"Y-You really love h-him, don't you?" Bill asked, but to Eddie, it seemed more like a statement.

"Of course!"

"Then go! Take that freckled gay boy to the dance!" Stan shouted a little too loudly, and Eddie ducked under his desk. A few people turned around, but most didn't bother. The teacher quickly stole a glance over her shoulder to see what the commotion was, but soon went back to scribbling her chicken scratch on the front board before the second bell rang, the signal for her to start her class. Eddie wasn't sure what was being taught that day, nor did he care. He was trying to get a plan together to take Richie to winter formal. He felt that Richie's feelings were more important than whatever chemical formulas they were learning about that day. Eddie would just get the notes and work from Stan and Bill later. Time went by pretty quick after that, and as soon as Eddie knew it, school was over. As he pushed open the large double doors of the front of the school building, he saw Richie already almost out of sight on his bike.

"Richie!" Eddie yelled, but if Richie could hear him, he didn't care. Eddie knew he was sulking, and that once he got home, he would sit in his room and play Aerosmith and Bon Jovi as loud as possible, and refuse to talk to anybody. "Shit," Eddie cursed under his breath, as he picked up his speed to a full out sprint to catch up to Richie; even though he knew he wasn't supposed to run, his mom told him so. His feet beat against the pavement with each step, and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Eventually he caught up to Richie, but he was severely out of breath and couldn't get a single word out. He quickly took his inhaler out of his pocket and pulled the trigger, finally being able to breathe easily again.