Reddie - Down To Earth

Chapter 1 - Grounded

Eddie sat on his bed, looking up at the ceiling, letting out the occasional heavy sigh at the longing to feel wind on his face. Perhaps he was being dramatic, it was only for two days that he was grounded, and it wasn't even his fault. He has no control over a particular individual drawing phallic images on his walls in sharpie while his mother sleeps.

Regardless, he simply had to wait until evening until the usual tapping on his window arrived, the sound of pebbles pelting on the window. Eddie opened the window to recieve another pebble straight to the face. "Oh shit, my bad!" The all too familiar voice of Richie Tozier called out from the ground. "It's never not going to be your bad, asshole." Eddie rubbed his cheek, which had turned a slight shade of red, unnoticable from a distance. 

Eddie prepared the usual arangement of making sure his mother was asleep, going downstairs to open the door, seeing that Richie wasn't there, and hearing a thud from his bedroom. "One day he'll just come to the door," Eddie sighed, and walked back up his stairs. He walked into his room to find it supposedly empty, as per usual. Eddie had thought Richie had used up all the hiding places in his room by now, visiting him nearly daily, but somehow there was always some space Richie could hide in to scare the living shit out of Eddie.

As Eddie looked around the room, he was tackled from behind and thrown onto his bed. "Really? From behind?" Eddie yelled at Richie, who was laughing from the end of the bed, leaning on the frame. "I don't even need to try anymore, you weigh nothing, I could tackle you from downstairs and still get you to the matress!" Eddie frowned, but it was a front. He liked it whenever Richie called him small, or really when Richie called him anything, or spoke to him, or looked at him.

"Not funny 'Chee." Eddie said, sitting up, cross legged, on the bed, looking as Richie stood up straight and went to sit next to him. "You know I'm the only fun you get Eds, don't knock it." Richie smiles, ruffling his hands through Eddie's hair. Eddie inhaled sharply when he felt Richie touch his head, but quickly gave him a look that simply said "We've talked about this," and Richie gave him a look back that said "I'm never going to stop calling you that." Eddie also liked it when Richie used nicknames for him, it's why he used them for Richie.

"So, what marvellous plan do you have to destroy my stuff and get me grounded again this time?" Eddie asked, lying back on the bed. "A prison break. Prisoner is a high value wheezy boy, incarserated for crimes he did not commit." Richie said in what could be interpreted as the voice of some criminal from no part of the country inparticular. Eddie still smiled when Richie did his voices, even if the impressions were terrible.

"And how do you propose to do that?" Eddie questioned, sitting back up and looking at Richie, who was now pacing around the room "Simple," Richie stood on his tip-toes, then back on his full feet, preparing his 'epic' plan. "Step One: Locate Wheeze Boy. Step Two: Extract Wheeze Boy." Eddie smiled and interrupted him with, "Step Two needs elaboration." Richie walked up to Eddie and pressed his finger on his lips, "I wasn't finished."

Richie walked over to the window, opened it, and gestured both hands around the frame before saying "Madame, your carriage awaits." Eddie groaned, "You don't have a carriage, and I won't survive falling from the second floor." Richie laughed and ruffled Eddie's hair, "I survive it all the time? Are you saying I'm stronger than you are?" Eddie sighed, and ducked his head out of Richiee's hand, "No, I'm saying you're taller than I am, those few inches make a difference." Richie smiled, "That's wh-"

Before Richie could finish, Eddie jabbed him in the arm, "That is not what she/he/they/it/my mom said, 'Chee." Richie smirked and then hastily clambered down the pipe to the left of Eddie's window, and sprawled his was down to the floor. "See? Easy." Richie gestured for Eddie to come down, "That was about as graceful as a moose." Eddie smirked, but nevertheless climbed onto the pipe, and almost immediatly fell and landed on Richie.

"Ow, fuck!" Eddie said, opening his eyes, having closed them as he fell, to see himself inches away from Richie's face. The pair both lay there in silence, not moving, until Richie broke the tension with "You're kinda sitting on my nuts Eds." Eddie flushed a bright red and immediatly stood up and to the side of Richie, offering him a hand up. Richie grabbed Eddie's hand and hoisted himself onto his feet. "Next time land on my face, much more enjoyable for the both of us." Richie smirked, swiftly recieving yet another jab from Eddie to his shoulder.

The pair, now free to do whatever they wanted, walked down the street into the night, looking for something, anything, to do.