🎈Reddie~One-Shots🎈

~It's Like Riding a Bike~

. Long story short, Richie tries Eddie how to ride a bike. Takes place the summer before penny, and before Georgie's death. Also, there is a bit of BillxEddie, but it ends in Reddie of course.

~Eddie's POV~
Oh god, school just let out and I have no idea what to do with myself. I'll probably just end up playing jacks with Bill in his garage every day this summer. It's not like my mother would let me go anywhere else.

She trusts the Denbroughs, for some reason. I guess it's because everyone likes Bill, at least everyone's parents. He has this quality to him, I don't know what it is, but he has this likeable way about him. I've always liked Bill, too. He's a good friend to me. He never teases me, unlike Richie. We don't always hang out with him though.

Richie's alright, I guess, but he is kind of in the background of Bill and I. Richie lives in our neighborhood so sometimes, he comes to Bill's house and we play games, but neither of us really want him there. We don't hate him. He's annoying but he isn't that bad. Richie's just, different.

I normally walk home with Bill, but he has not been to school in the last few days. His family went on vacation early this summer, so I've been stuck with Richie since Tuesday. I noticed he has started to drive me mad, since I'm pretty sure he only has one other friend, and he goes to a different school. I think Richie told me his name a few times, but I don't always listen to him. I start to tune out when he can't stop talking. I think his name was Stew, or Sandy, or something. I can't recall.

I walked out the double doors to the school and past the trashcans. I always empty my books when we get out, but I'm focused on staying out of Richie's sights today. I'll just trash them when I get home. I can't take another day of him bugging the shit out of me.

He always pesters me, asking if he can come to my house. I'm not the friend that hosts. People never come to my house. It just is not a thing that happens. I always go to Bill's house, never vise versa. He does not need to know where I live anyways. Then, he will just stop by all the time. I don't think he knows that I live in his neighborhood.

I was speed walking on the sidewalk when I heard the chains of a bike behind me.
Shit.
He is right behind me, isn't he? I cannot take another day of this fucker talking my ear off about himself. It's always "hey, do you want to come to the malt shop with me?" or "aw, you're so cute, Eds." I hate it when he calls me Eds.

He walked his bike in between us when he ran up to me.
"Heya, Eds!" God, he just won't stop bugging me. I don't think he can tell I don't want to be around him. Bill deals with him better than I do, especially when I'm in a mood, like right now. I haven't had the best week, which I'm sure is easily noticeable.

I sighed and prepared to have a conversation with him.
"Hi, Richie," I said with a breath.
"So, where we going?" he said.

"I'm going home, Richie."
He seemed excited for some reason.
"So I can come to your house?"
Now, that's why.
"No, I'M going home. I'm tired, and I don't really want to do anything with you right now. Just go play with what's his face. Then again, he probably doesn't exist." I tightened my grips on the straps of my backpack and faced the pavement.

I think I broke his heart when I said that. The gleeful expression on his face had been ripped from him, by me. I immediately felt bad, but I didn't apologize. I was not going to let him know that I didn't mean that, though. He would be fine, right? It's not like I was being a bully. I was just joking, I think.