Part 11

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Music blared from his computer as Eddie stared at the ceiling, tears welling up in his eyes.

Why am I so upset about this?

As soon as he'd gotten home from Beverly's house, Eddie had shut the door to his room and screamed into his pillow.  Richie dating Beverly?

He couldn't understand why he hated the idea so much. 

What's so wrong with Richie dating Beverly? He wondered as salty tears fell down his face.

He rolled over onto his side.  Just then, a thought popped into his mind.  Maybe he was jealous.  Did he like Beverly?

For a moment he thought about the possibility.  He imagined being with her.  Holding her hand, taking her out on dates to the ice cream shop, introducing her to people as "my girlfriend."

Nope.  That would be so weird.

He continued to think about other possible explanations for his distress. Eventually, he ended up with a mental list.

1.Maybe he was dying of an incurable disease that had altered his brain.
2.Maybe his asthma medicine had side effects.
3.Maybe he was just emotional for no reason?
4.Maybe he was having an allergic reaction that was making his eyes water...and also causing him to be extremely sad.
5.Maybe he liked Richie.

For a second he thought about number five.

Yeah, Richie was annoying, and he never shut up, and sometimes he could be a real asshole without knowing it. But he was also kind of awesome. He could always make you laugh no matter how bad you felt, he was really smart but in a subtle way, and there was never a dull moment with him.

Thinking about doing all those couple-y things with Bev felt awkward.  But the thought of dating Richie felt right.

Eddie thought about that night at the movie theatre, how he couldn't stop smiling while they walked down the street.  That entire time he'd felt like he was flying and he just couldn't figure out why.  He realized that he might know now.

Immediately, he felt a panic rise in him.  Butterflies in his stomach, but definitely not butterflies.  More like spiders crawling throughout his body.  Eight legged arachnids infesting his veins.

His heart started to race and he took a puff of his inhaler.

He liked Richie.  Richie was a guy.

Oh shit my mom's gonna kill me.

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