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nineteen

i was reading through old comments from my other book and i re-realized how much people were attacking eddie in not only that book but this one too. this is just your friendly reminder that i'm trying to write the characters as accurately to the movies and book as possible and my boy eddie is just a small ball of anger. he tells richie to shut up every 2 seconds in the movie, and along with his home life, he never gets a chance to express his emotions. you can only imagine how much anger that kid has after dealing with his overbearing mom who gives him zero freedom and controls him like a puppet.

but i also don't want to guilt trip any of you into sympathizing with him, your feelings are your feelings and whatnot

but all in all pretty please cut my boy eddie some slack he's trying his best 😔😔🥺🥺🥺

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Beverly is slowly setting bowls out as she watches blanket after blanket get thrown out her bedroom doorway. "What are you doing?" She asks finally after watching a few stuffed animals also get chucked out.

Richie rummages around inside her bedroom, then his head pops out. "What does it look like to you? I'm getting the beds ready. We aren't barbarians," he says before scooping them up in his arms and taking them across the room.

"Fucking idiot," she mutters as she sorts out the bowls and snacks, pouring an unneeded amount of m&m's for one bowl.

A knock is heard from upstairs, and Richie looks towards the basement steps, already excited. "This party is going to be so much fun," he says, climbing over the back of the couch.

"Yeah," Beverly agrees. The groan of the front door opening sounds from upstairs, then a voice too deep and booming to be a high school student is heard.

"Sucks that Eds isn't coming," Richie says.

He comes up to the other side of the bar and instead of helping, watches as Beverly fills each bowl. "It does suck, doesn't it?" She says.

"Do you really think his mom would be that overbearing and not let him out? All because his lungs can't function properly?" He continues on, spinning around to lean against the counter as

Beverly walks to the main table where stacks of board games sit. "I can understand where his mom is coming from," she says. "You can barely function and your parents let you out."

"Ha Ha Ha, I'm fuckin' cackling," Richie says, completely unamused. Beverly smiles at him, totally amused. He pops a few m&m's into his mouth as Beverly takes one last look around the basement, nodding a satisfied nod and tucks her hands into her back pockets.

"Do you think it looks good?" She asks.

Richie glances up and shrugs. "It looks fine. Probably look like a pigsty tomorrow though." Beverly rolls her eyes and goes to her phone laying on the back of one of the couches.

"Oh," she says after scanning her eyes across the screen, "Bill says he's in the neighborhood... and they can't find my house."

Richie snorts and grabs a pinch more of m&m's. "Then lets go direct Billiam." He runs over to the stairs, climbs a few, then yells "Race ya," over his shoulder.

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Richie sits criss-cross on the coffee table, elbows on his knees with a controller in hand. Bill's hunched over on the couch with a determined look on his face, lips parted as he concentrates on not drifting off the Mario Kart track.