- What Fate Gives Us - A reddie au -

- Alive -

Chapter song;
(I can't handle change - Roar)

Eddie felt his stomach lift into his chest as he plummets towards the waters surface screaming like crazy, and on instinct he feels the strong temptation to use his powers to catch himself before he hits the water, but he knows he can't, so he braces for the inevitable.
Richie's hand slips from his own as they near the bottom, and he lands in the quarry feet first, shooting down into the murky abyss like a rocket. The sounds of the world are muffled as he swims back up to the surface, bubbles surrounding him.
He pushes to the top and gasps for air, and is greeted by clapping and 'whoops' of excitement as he opens his eyes.

"How was that Cali boy? Better than the beach?"
Bev asks, eyes bright as her red hair shines like copper, slicked back by the water.
Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, and can't help the adrenalin filled grin that slips onto his lips as he catches his breath.

"You guys are absolutely fucking insane!"
He splutters, but the anger isn't really there because he laughs while he says it, and his new found mutuals laugh with him.

Not at him.

With him.

Richie swims over to him then with a grin and throws an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in,

"We may not be the most popular group of kids in Derry, but we definitely know how to have fun."
He says, a glint of mischief in his eyes, glasses now back on his face and splattered with water. Eddie raises an eyebrow, still smiling.

"Your idea of 'fun' is completely demented, "
He pauses, looking around to all of them, they look kinda nervous to hear the end of his sentence weirdly enough, like they were worried he wouldn't approve.

"But maybe demented isn't such a bad thing."
He finishes, receiving grins in response. Richie hollers, squeezing Eddie closer to his side,

"There's the spirit Ed's! Welcome to the losers club!"
This makes the angelic one, (Stan was it?) roll his eyes dramatically as the others snicker.

"The Loser's club?"
Eddie questions, an eyebrow raised in confusion as he bypasses the nickname. Mike shrugs,

"Like Richie said, we aren't the most popular here, so we kinda came together to make this muddled group of random's you see before you."
Bev reaches a hand over to push some hair out of Eddie's eyes subconsciously as she adds to Mike's explanation, and he can tell she didn't think about it too much, a touchy person by nature.

"We wear the title of Loser as more of a badge of honor than an insult,"
She smiles, and Eddie nods as he understands.

"I like that,"
He smiles, looking at all of them fondly.

"And I think the six of you make brilliant Losers."
He laughs, but the others just exchange a sly look before Ben replies,

"Seven."
He smirks, and Eddie pauses, eyes widening a little as he looks between them all.

"Like trash mouth said, welcome to the club."
Stan smiles, and Eddie admires his porcelain perfection before grinning back with a small laugh.

"Plus, you've already jumped off our secret quarry, so you really don't have a choice in the matter short stack."
Richie says, leaning down to smack a wet kiss on Eddie's cheek.
It makes him squeak in surprise and he pulls away from Richie's grip, the others simply laughing like he did this all the time.

"And maybe now R-richie can stop t-talking about you all the fucking time, it's always 'm-mystery boy' this and 'mystery boy' t-that ."
Bill smirks, and Eddie looks up to Richie who's face has turned flushed as he splashes Bill in annoyance.