☆ My Star ☆ ~Reddie~ (completed)

☆ Sixteen ☆

"Richie, What the hell are you doing?!" Richie's dad screamed up the stairs. No answer came, he continued to bang around in his room whilst trying to put as much in front of the door to stop his parents from barging in. "Richie Tozier, Get your ass down here you fag!" His mother and father were drunk again and had just come home. How? He had no clue... the car was probably smashed outside, even though his dads rehab instructor or coach thing told him not to drive... he still did.

"Shut up! Leave me alone!" Richie cried at the top of his lungs. He pushed the last wooden box up against the door and grabbed his ukulele. He was going to play it but he couldn't... he tried to get the right melody, but his mind was somewhere else. He placed it back in his case and stood it near the window. His dirty shoes took to the windowsill as he grabbed the case and jumped out.

There was a field in Derry... Eddie and Richie had always sat there in the summer to calm themselves down after what had happened in the day. Just them. No stuttering Bill, fat kid, slutty Beverly... Just him and Eddie. On their own, away from the real world...

It was on one fateful day in that field that Eddie did something nobody thought he ever would. It's how Richie had always known Eddie liked boys. They were just sitting there, eating ham and cheese sandwiches and picking at grass when Eddie stared at him... his eyes so brown and soft, almost staring in awe...

Richie had been quite confused, until Eddie leaned over and planted a small kiss on his cheek. Everything stopped, nothing else mattered. Eddie had kissed him. For the first time... Eddie had said friends could still kiss on cheeks but it just felt different, like Eddie meant something else. No matter how much Eddie denied being gay to the others, Richie knew the truth.

After that, they did it a few more times, secretly. Usually at night when Richie would leave. He would walk up to Eddie and kiss his forehead before saying goodnight. Sometimes the smaller boy would do it on Richie's cheek since he was too short to reach his forehead. Then, they stopped. School started and they didn't see each other.

Going back that first night after months meant so much to Richie, he got to do it again after what felt like years... he could've cried with happiness when he left.

Eddie was out of town, that sucked for Richie since literally nobody else wanted to speak to him. Apparently Eddie's mom has to take him to the doctors for something he didn't understand... Weekends were the only time Richie couldn't go and see Eddie in the day time. His mom would be home. She knew Richie stayed there, Eddie was screamed at for that, she would watch him lock his window at night before he went to sleep. He would always unlock it again obviously, but it meant that, as far as his mother was concerned, her son no longer had trash mouth Richie in his bedroom. They could not be caught again.

The grass was damp and soft as he sat down, his fingers grasping the case that held the musical instrument. He unzipped it and slid the ukulele out. He couldn't do it. The clouds darkened and small raindrops began to fall.

"Writing a song are we fag," A voice laughed behind him, followed by another. "Probably for his little girly gay boyfriend!" Richie turned to face them, five boys stood behind him, two who he had already encountered earlier that week. "Bowers," he mumbled.