soulmates // reddie

tres.

man oh man. why on earth did he do that?

he was an idiot, and now he's going to get his ass beat. again.

last time, he had to have a cast on his finger. his finger!

for four weeks! 

and beverly wrote "penis boy" on it.

he swiftly turned a corner, and saw his homeroom class.

maybe he could hide out in there?

he whipped his head around. belch was slowing down, but he still looked ready to snap richie in half.

he zoomed to the door and swung it open, slipping inside. he slammed the door shut and sank to floor, taking a deep breath.

after a bit of repeatedly checking through a crack in the door to see if belch had somehow sensed him, he finally decided it would be a good idea to see who else was in the small room.

there was a single boy, who was staring at richie with an unreadable expression. he had brown hair parted to the side, but it had a cowlick that he could tell the boy tried to get rid of to no avail. it was on the side of his head, a clump of brown hair that almost stuck straight out. he sat alone at one of the corner desks.

the only other person in the room was his homeroom teacher, who was sitting at her desk, holding a book.

mrs. valentino was a middle aged italian woman with a couple kids. her chocolate hair was always pulled back in a loose bun, and she wore a lot of sweaters and flowy skirts. she taught history, and she was a pretty good teacher in his book.

"mr tozier, its good to see you again. it would be better if you could sit in your seat instead of on the floor."

richie nodded, his eyes wide and innocent.

"of course! how could i forget these lovely seats, all ripe for the taking." mrs valentino rolled her eyes, and continued to read her book.

richie then looked at the boy, who was staring back at him. but as the stranger met Richie's eyes he quickly pulled his stare to his desk, embarrased?  

richie figured he was new, because he had never seen the boy before, and he had lived in derry for all of his fifteen year old life.

he wondered if he should sit next to the kid, because while he had never personally dealt with being new, it seemed to be pretty difficult. 

richie took a compromise, plopping down in the seat across from him. 

richie looked at his shirt, which was pale yellow with a crudely drawn sad face on the front. there was a single cartoony tear coming from the right eye of the drawing. 

"cool shirt." 

the boy jumped, seemingly just noticing the presence of richie sat across from him. 

"oh. uhh, thank you." his voice was soft, and kinda shaky. had he been crying?

richie gave him a grin, but the boy didn't return it. his hands were on the desk, squeezed together as if he was praying. richie noticed his fingernails were painted black. they were sorta chipped, especially the pointer fingernails. he guessed that he bit them.

"you should bring your black nail polish to school sometime. i've wanted to have 'em for a while but i keep forgetting to ste- i mean buy it from the pharmacy. i think black nail polish makes people look super cool. like really, why would anyone not want black nail polish. lets be honest here-" 

"okay." richie's assumption was proven correct when he saw the boy bring his finger to his mouth, then put it back down sharply. he noticed richie watching.

"i guess they do look kinda cool." he looked down at his fingernails, and smiled a bit. 

"yeah, i mean i used to bite mine when i was little, but then my parents put hot sauce on my fingers... sooo" 

the boy across from him laughed, a sweet tune that made richie's heart do a little flip flop. 

on a whim, he looked at the boy's hands. on a bit of closer inspection, he could see something covering his left hand. it was barely visible, just a smidge lighter then the rest of the boy's tannish skin.

then the homeroom bell rung.

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