Blue nail-polish

The blue nail polish-Chapter 1

 The rain was pouring down from dark, almost evil-looking clouds outside the window, falling into large puddles on the ground.

 Beverly, one of my best friends and the most badass girl I had ever met, had convinced me to join in on taking a manicure with her and one of my other best friends, Eddie, to try and cheer him up after his mom had died in an accident the last month.

 I mean, I am a male sixteen-year old, I wouldn't take a manicure out of will, but Beverly had sounded so convincing when she had told me it would work, and plus, she had promised me homemade cupcakes for it. She and her foster-dad, Bob, made the best cupcakes.

 Eddie however, didn't really look in love with the idea of a manicure, but he didn't look mad about it either, so I guess it was still worth it. I would do anything for that kid, well, except wearing one of those FannyPack's he was so fond of. That would be crossing the line.

-Here Richie, Beverly said as she handed me a blood-red bottle, opening it so the awful smell could leak out. 

-Remind me why we're doing this again, I asked. 

Beverly turned her head towards  me and gave me a look, and her reddish auburn hair fell in front of her green eyes. Eddie, who sat on the other side of Beverly on the (really) small bench beside the wooden table, picked up some blue polish, turned to his right, shrugged his shoulders, and opened the bottle.

 Eddie hadn't smiled ever since his mom died. It was like he had hidden his smile away, out of reach for eventual people who could hurt him again. He didn't smile when he had been told he could stay in Derry, with two foster-moms, who were even nicer than Beverly's foster-dad, didn't force all types of medicine onto him, and let him stay out until half past ten.

 He didn't smile when we had found out both me, him, Beverly and Stan, another one of our friends, would get into the same class next year. He didn't even respond to my jokes anymore, didn't even show a hint to a smile when I had tried to make Mac'n cheese and failed, which, as I think about is understandable, since it was in his mothers' kitchen.

 At school he hadn't seemed to cheer up either, but he is one of the biggest losers at school, so that wouldn't give much sense anyway. It's kind of a group of losers. We made the group for like, 3-4 years ago; me (also called Mr. Trashmouth), Beverly, Eddie, Stan, Ben, Bill and Mike, consisting of not-so-popular people, everyone of us getting bullied. We call it the loser club.

 It just really annoyed me that Eddie wouldn't smile. Out of all the losers, he had the most beautiful smile. He was nothing like any other person; when I looked at him, or when he had laughed at some of my stupid jokes, it was like a thousand butterflies decided to launch off inside my tummy, all at once. I loved making him angry at me, he was so cute when he yelled at me with his little annoying but powerful voice.

-You know, when I grow up, I want to become an actress, Bev announced.

-An actress? In what movie, The wizard of oz? I replied.

-No, I mean like Wynona Ryder or something, she said, before blowing her now purple nails.

-I want to become an idol, something that stands for something more than feminism.

-Like posing like a man for a fashion-magazine?

-Well, I want to become something cool when I grow up, Eddie said, -not something boring like a judge, or a lawyer, but like an explorer, or an astronaut. You know what, I'm going to be the first man to mars, he declared.

-Nah, you can't even find your way from the math-class to the English-class, I responded. I waved my nails from side to side to try and dry them and ended up getting some red-ness onto my shirt.

-Great, that was new, I said, as I stood up to get some paper to brush it off. Eddie had also gone for the paper roll, but it was on the top of the shelf, and in his shortness he couldn't reach it.

-Need some help, Eds? I asked.

-No, and don't call me that, he replied, but let me reach up and take it down for him.

-You know, it would have been easier if I was a little taller you know, he mumbled.

-Nah, its cute, I said. As an answer, I got his elbow in my stomach.

-You're a dork.

-Happy to help, I said, grinning down at him.

He smiled up at me with those warm brown sunset-eyes of his, through millions of eyelashes. I smiled back, grinning, probably like an idiot. I had missed that smile.

Okay, that's the first chapter ladies and gentlemen. I hope this isn't as bad as I think it is, but I hope you enjoy. If you have some writing-tips or suggestion, please comment down below 😛

I will post new chapters maybe every second week, but don't get upset by my English please 😀