The window was cracked.
Eddie had not opened the window in days. Yet it was cracked open slightly when he returned from Richie's apartment. Everything seemed out of place, nothing else appeared to be different, but the apartment felt different. It was almost as if someone come in, made there presence known, and then left.
There was nothing else that pointed to anyone else being here other tha Eddie.
Myra had given Eddie her key, and Eddie always closed and locked all the windows.So what was it that had Eddie feeling so unsafe?
Maybe he had forgotten to close the window, he had been a little distraught since Myra had been here. And of course he was distraught over everything happening with Richie.
Eddie walked to the kitchen, but ran right into the end table. Something definitely didn't feel right. Eddie looked down at the end table. The phone was off of its stand.
There had been no voicemails according to the machine, but the phone wasn't where he had left it.
Your being paranoid Ed's.
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Eddie spent the evening making dinner, and then waiting by the phone. He had hoped that Richie would call him. But it was probably too early for him to call. He had only left a few hours ago. Richie was probably still debating everything.
He was already going through enough without Eddie coming in and adding fuel to the fire. Some part of Eddie felt like Richie liked the chaos though.
It had been three years since he'd seen Richie, but he seemed to remember a lot of chaos.
It's been three years, he's different now. He's not the same kid he was. He's changed, grown up.
Eddie thought hard about his short time working at Derry High School. He remembered when Richie practically fell down a flight of stairs in detention. He remembered the terrible fever Richie had. How he let him sleep it off.
He remembered just how angry Richie was when he found out he'd been asleep for a few hours.It was different then though. He had his father to worry about then. He had his mother to take care of then.
What ever happened to them? Eddie thought.
Surely he still visits his mother. Maybe she's in a facility now, being taken care of. And maybe Richie's father had done the honorable thing and dropped dead.
He hadn't actually known anything about Richie's life over these past few years. But he wanted to. He wanted to get to know him again. Things had changed, but his feelings for Richie hadn't.
Even after all these years, his skin still felt like fire when his eyes met Richie's.
They were both officially adults now. Richie was in college and was paying his dues, he understood now the complications of being an adult, and the decisions that you had to make.
Hopefully he fully understood now exactly why Eddie had done what he did.
Maybe I should call him? Eddie felt like some girl in a romantic comedy getting stood up.
No I'll wait. Give him a day or two.
He had waited three years, he could wait another day or two.
A/N: This is TMI but last night I was laying in bed, and my butt hurt and I was like "wha???" And then I found a spider bite on my butt cheek. So. . . . Basically I'm disgusting. But literally it hurts to sit down cause it's like right center butt cheek.
Anyway hope you enjoyed this short update. And plz pray for my spider bitten booty
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FanfictionSequel to Paper Cuts and bandaids. Richie Tozier has been attending NYU for the past 3 years. Now 21, Richie lives with his two best friends, and roommates Bill and Stanley. The three party to celebrate Richie turning 21. Drinking, drugs. . . and an...