Eddie pressed his face up against the glass of his window and watched his mother's beat up car pull out of the driveway. He grinned to himself and sprung out of bed. He ran over to his closet and retrieved both the ipod and his ukulele from the box in the back.
He jumped back onto his bed and let himself bounce a few times. It was a bit sad, Eddie realized, he found joy in such little things. That was how sad he really was. He shook the thought from his head and checked the ipod. No notifications. He didn't expect any, the losers were all just getting out of school now. His mother had the day off and was going to his aunts house. Probably to talk about him, but he didn't care anymore. He was already insecure about pretty much everything. Their damage was done, what more could they do?
Nah, they'd probably find something else to make him feel terrible about.
But, That did leave a while for him to just play around on his ukulele and wait for his friends to message him.
He began to strum lightly, just random chords as he watched the people below his house walk down the street. It was mostly kids coming back from school, laughing and talking with one another. He felt a dull ache in his heart. He'd taken times like that with his friends for granted. Now he was stuck in his room all day with no social life other than this tiny out dated Ipod he'd forgotten all about.
It was fall by now. Leaves had started to fall. He'd been up in his room for about a month by now. As sad as he was, he was starting to get used to it. He figured that was a good thing. Better to get used to it now than sit miserable for who knows how long. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the realization that he'd been playing the same pattern for a while.
F C G7 C F C F G7 C
He liked it. It had a nice sound. He pulled up the camera on his ipod and recorded himself playing it a few times. He retrieved a notebook from the bedside table ad began to scribble down some lyrics. After a few hours he had something he was actually kind of proud of. Albeit, it was incredibly short, but he still liked it.
He played the chords over and over, then found himself staring at the window. Maybe he could escape? He twisted the lock and pushed the window. A jolt of excitement ran through him as the window began to slide upward.
He could imagine himself jumping from the window and running as fast as he could away from there. Away. Far away.
His breath caught in his throat as the window jammed and ceased all motion.
"no.." he breathed out, looking the window up and down.
He found the window was completely unlocked. Nothing should have been stopping it. He found himself starting to panick as he pushed on the window with all of his strength, trying depserately to push it open somehow.
It wouldn't budge.
He grabbed the tissue box off his nightstand and chucked it at the window with a frustrated yell. He sat breathing heavily for a few minutes as tears began to prick at his eyes. He wiped at them roughly, determined to not let his mother break him down.
So he picked up his ukulele and began to sing.
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Richie listened below with a heavy heart as Eddie tried desperately to open the window. It broke his heart to hear Eddie so desperate to escape. He heard a loud thump accompanied by a frustrated yell and he backed up slightly to look into the window. He could just barely see Eddie sitting on his bed.
He tried to figure out what he was doing, until he heard Eddie's ukulele. How was Eddie playing his ukulele right now? He was just practically fuming. Before he could even try to reason why he'd be playing music, he heard Eddie's voice. He'd heard Eddie sing once or twice, but never like this.
"I have a dream..
I hope will come true
That you're here with me
and I'm here with you.
I wish that the Earth, sea, and the sky up above-a
will send me someone to lava.."
Richie let out a quiet breath as he felt his heart shatter. Eddie was lonely. He'd thought Eddie was in danger, yes, and he knew Eddie hated being alone. He'd never actually thought about Eddie being lonely.
He knew he was lonely, but Eddie? The thought never crossed his mind. How fucked was that? He continued to listen to the lonely chords for about an hour until he realized he could have been talking to Eddie the entire time.
tra$hm0uth: heeeyyy eddie spaghetti
tra$hm0uth: how we feeling on this fine afternoon?
Richie looked up as the soft music suddenly stopped. He looked down to see that Eddie was typing.
edwardo: All good, my mom isn't home so I'm riding solo
tra$hm0uth: did you just make a reference??? I- I am so proud??
edwardo: shut the fuck up
edwardo: You're lucky I don't block you
tra$hmouth: you would never
edwardo: fine. You're lucky I love you
edwardo: how about that?
tra$hmouth: better
He heard Eddie sigh above him, and scrambled for something to say that might cheer him up at least a little.
tra$hm0uth: you know whats even better tho?
edwardo: do I want to know?
tra$hm0uth: probably not
tra$hm0uth: ur mom
Despite Eddie sending a bunch of angry faces, and a few middle fingers, he heard Eddie laugh. Eddie had actually laughed at that.
Of course, Eddie would never admit it, but he'd missed those stupid jokes from Richie. He hadn't heard one in so long.
edwardo: I miss you
tra$hm0uth: I miss you too
tra$shm0uth: we'll get you out of there
tra$hm0uth: I promise
edwardo: pinky promise?
tra$hm0uth: pinky promise.
Richie looked up in time to see Mrs.K's car coming toward the house. He ran off before he could read Eddie's response.
That night, laying all alone in bed, Eddie smiled. He knew Richie had his back.
At that very same moment Richie laughed as he pulled up the groupchat.
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