The group stayed with Bill that night and woke up the next morning with no plans. Ben, being the good friend he is, decided to make waffles. "Thanks Ben!" Beverly said as he handed her a plate with two fluffy, homemade waffles, topped with whipped cream and fresh strawberries. She stood up from the bar stool she was sitting at and kissed him on the cheek. Ben blushed and went back to the waffle iron. Richie caught sight of this and poking Bev on the arm. Bev hummed in response, looking over to him with a mouth full of waffle. Richie made kissy faces at her, only to get a stern, yet playful, punch to the arm. "Shut up, Trashmouth!" Beverly whisper shouted. Richie laughed wholeheartedly at her and went back to eating his waffle. Eddie watched Richie in pure amazement, wondering how he was so happy all the time, always making jokes. Richie found Eddie's eyes, causing both to let a light blush slip out on to their faces. "Like what you see Eds?" Richie said loudly. Eddie held his gaze. "Maybe I do!" Eddie responded quickly, before he could think about it. Richie turned a bright red shade and looked away from the group.
"EDDIE!!! YOU DID IT!!!" Stan yelled.
"I did what?" Eddie asked.
"You found a way to shut Trashmouth up!" Stan laughed out, choking on each word.
The group laughed. Richie sat, thinking of a quick comeback. "I might know of a better way to shut me up, Eds! That is, unless you're too scared?" Everyone looked at Eddie (he blushed harder that ever, now), waiting for a good closer, knowing he wouldn't let Richie win.
He sat for a minute. They all waited, a large grin spread across Richie's face.
Eddie mumbled something to Richie. "What?" Beverly asked.
"I said, 'You just remember who made the first move and who you have to answer to when we leave here.'"
It was silent, Richie getting redder and redder. Everyone burst into laughter, except Richie. "B-B-BURN!!!!" Bill yelled.
Everyone finished breakfast and began to leave. Richie walked Eddie home. Hugging him and kissing him, secretly, on the cheek as he turned to leave. Richie was happy. That felt good to say, "I'm happy." Richie thought to himself, "is this too good to be true?"
It couldn't be? Could it? He shook the thought out of his head and walked inside, going straight up to his room. Flopping on his bed, he smiled brightly, not wanting to lose any of the memories he had made in the last two days. None of them.
Richie has just shut his eyes when he heard someone walking up the stairs. Angrily, aggressively, walking up the stairs. Uh oh. No, not today. Please not today. This day, I guess, was too good to be true.
Our dear friend, Richie Tozier, in this moment, is more afraid then he has ever been before.
Richie prepared himself to face what was coming.
All he could think to do was pray (for the first time in forever). Pray that he could stand up. Pray that he could make it through what was coming. He prayed that he could make it out alive, even.
I ask of you, my friends, please do the same.
He could use it right about now.
A/N - Sorry for the cliffhanger.
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The summer you were mine
Hayran KurguIt's been three years since they defeated IT. Richie and Eddie have gotten closer since then. They both wonder just how close. Are they tired of waiting to find out? Is it too late? (Any art used is not mine. Full credit to the artist)
