Reddie Oneshots

He Already Knows That My Love Is Fire

found it on tumblr, its from ao3, by richietoaster
bill is a little whore in this story
wish this story was longer cos its real cute (fluff)

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Eddie Kaspbrak is an open book.

He likes sharing his happiness, or having people know he's sad so he can be comforted, or seeing his friends' faces when he gets overly-excited about something. Eddie likes to wear his heart on his sleeve.

That being said, his friends have never heard him speak a word to anyone about who he is madly in love with. Eddie refuses to tell them. He refuses to speak of it, even if they plead nicely.

All of his friends irritate him with the subject of it. Question after question after pleading and whining and badgering, Eddie starts to get really annoyed.

"Would you guys fucking drop it?" He spit out, glaring at all six of them. If a look could kill, they'd all be dead.

"We just wanted to know," Ben shrugs, feeling guilty.

"Well, I have told you all countless times I don't want to tell you." Eddie slides his lunch across the table, suddenly not having an appetite. He crosses his arms and sighs.

"Drop it, you guys.. E-Eddie doesn't have to tell u-us if he d-doesn't want to.."

Eddie's about to let out a thank you, but Richie leans across the table and it makes his heart skip a few beats. He puts his elbows on the surface and leans his head on his hand, blinking rapidly, "Well, I for one, want to know. If anyone can get it out of our little Eds, it's me." Richie pokes Eddie's stomach. Bill gives Eddie a knowing look, resulting in being glared at, as if Eddie were saying don't say a fucking word.

"That is absolutely not true." It is true, and that's what scares him.

"It most certainly is."

Eddie pushes Richie's hand from where his head is resting, resulting in the said boy nearly smacking his face on the table.

"Thanks, Kaspbrak. Didn't know you liked to be rough." Eddie hears the smirk in Richie's voice.

Eddie stands up, his chair screeching against the floor. "Piss off. You're actual trash." He stomps away angrily.

Richie calls after him, "They don't call me trashmouth for nothing, Spaghetti!"

Eddie flips him off without turning around.

So, Eddie is in love with garbage, sue him.

He's not used to feeling anything like this, so of course he's scared. Of course he doesn't want to talk about it. Can he really be blamed? It's not like he's ever had a crush on another boy before, so he doesn't have anything to compare it to. When he thinks about how many girls he's had 'crushes' on, it's nothing like his feelings toward Richie. So, is he gay? Richie-sexual? Questioning? Bisexual?

His head spins and his head is going blank and before he knows it, he's running into the men's room and throwing up into the nearest open stall. Eddie leans back against the stall door and groans. He doesn't care what he is at this point, he just knows that he kind of really wants to kiss his best friend. The thought makes him dry heave.

"E-Eddie?" Bill's voice echoes in the bathroom, "Where are you?"

"Third.. Stall," Eddie pukes between his words.

"You wanna unlock the door for me?"

"No, I don't want to throw up on you."

"Fair," Bill chuckles. "What's g-going on?"