Isn't it love || Reddie oneshots

Where I belong

There aren't any such thing as good friends or bad friends. Maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and help you not feel so lonely

Richie smiled as he fixed the last Polaroid on his cork board and took a step back to admire his work. He was weirdly proud of it. The board was littered with photos and memories. There were concert tickets for Queen from the time he had went with Eddie, he had been rather surprised to see the short asthmatic boy enjoy the music so greatly but was glad he did and movie tickets. The main focus of his board however was the Polaroids, there were several of them.

A lot of his photos were of the entire loser club together and that brought a smile to his face, the loser club were his family and nothing could change that mentality that he had. He did not want to imagine a life where he didn't have this extremely close knit group of friends. He saw one photo of them all and they were laughing, he remembered that day well it had been when Ben had first introduced them to the club house and Stan, surprisingly, had been the one so insistent on taking the photo to secure their promise that they would be friends forever but they had taken a few photos with the camera so the members could all have one. He remembered bugging Stanley into taking more for that reason but he knew that the boy did not actually mind he just wanted to argue with the trashmouth.

He had a canid creepshot of Stan and Bill holding hands at the Quarry as well and underneath it he had written 'love birds' hoping that the use of the word bird would excuse him from Stan's wrath. He had one of Ben and Bev as well, of course, and the photo was just a sweet one of Bev with her head rested on his shoulder but the smiles on both of their faces were a clear indication of how they truly felt for each other something that Richie truly thought was beautiful.

His favourite photo, however, had to be the one of him and Eddie on their first date. The photo he had carried around with him until he had gotten a cork board to put it up on, looking at that photo always made him smile no matter how shit he felt and how bad things felt like they were going. He knew the losers had his back and seeing this collection of photos proved that to him.

This was where he belonged and he was happy with that.