Young and Yearning (IT Imagines and Oneshots).

Reddie; Obsession.

Richie was in a mess. A beautiful, disastrous mess. He lay, lifeless - on the cold wooden floorboards of Stanley Uris' bedroom. His hands were clasped together and laying against his chest, as it moved steadily up and down.

"Rich-" Stan called, but the boy seemed to ignore him, "Oi! Richie!"

Richie finally, mentally woke up and blinked quickly.

"What..?" He said slowly, "Yeah..?"

"Stop thinking about Eddie, for Christ's sake."

"Aren't you supposed to be Jewish?" Richie asked blankly. Stan wasn't lying though. Edward Frank Kaspbrak. The only boy, in Richie's eyes. Richie had been pining for months on end, and only now it was beginning to take over.

"Richie.." Stan replied seriously, rolling over to lie on his stomach, "You're pining again dude.."

"Go fuck Bill.." Richie slurred in reply, covering his face with his hands, "I can't get that sexy little hypochondriac off my mind."

"Well you're going to have to," Stan pointed out, though a light shade of pink now himself, "We're meeting up with The Losers later at The Quarry."

"Fuuuck.." Richie droned sulkily. The Quarry. Where Eddie would be parading around in painfully short, short shorts, "Why's it gotta be Summer..?"

"That's the way seasons work, Rich."

"Didn't require a snarky response, Urine."

Stanley kicked him from the place he lay on the bed. Despite Richie's constant grumbling, he couldn't have been more excited to go to The Quarry. Alas, it seemed as if his hormones had taken over at last. It was going to happen at some point.

At The Quarry, the sun was painfully bright - this being expected for a Summer day in Derry. The rays bounced off of the water below the cliff and reflected on the masses of rock. The Losers Club came prepared, Beverly with a pair of sunglasses for everybody, Bill with cans of soda and Mike with fruit tarts he'd made from the orchard. Eddie didn't bring anything, but his ass was gift enough for Richie.

Eddie and Beverly lay side by side on a checkered picnic blanket, while Bill and Stan sat opposite each other - leaning on a large boulder the both of them. Mike and Ben sat on the small patch of cool grass, located in the minimal shade of The Quarry. Richie sat alone on the edge of the cliff, kicking his feet backwards and forwards and watching as small bits of gravel and rubble fell down to the ground and created subtle ripples in the water. The sound of Beverly chugging a water bottle echoed throughout the area. Eddie - slightly perturbed by her noises, stood to his feet and took a seat next to Richie.

Richie's eyes widened for a moment as a small pair of slightly tanned legs lay next to his, panic tracing his body - desperately thinking of something snarky to say.

"Hey shortie," Was all he could come up with, but it was enough to make Eddie kick him.

"Five foot is not short, dumbass.." Eddie muttered, looking the lanky boy next to him up and down, "You lanky fuck."

Richie laughed heartily.

"Oh, Eds you wound me!" He laughed, feigning pain and clutching at his heart.

"Good.." Eddie giggled, flicking Richie's forearm with his finger. Oh, how hard Richie had to try to conceal his richie. The two almost fell of the cliff as hands grabbed their shoulders.

"Oi, ladies!" Beverly's voice said. The two swiveled around awkwardly and saw Bev's face watching them, "We're gonna play a game, you wan' in?"

"I'm in if Eds is in," Richie said, watching Eddie through the corner of his eye. The small boy sighed deeply, a wide smile breaking his face.

"Guess you're in then!" Eddie said, jumping to his feet, "See ya later, alligator.."

"In a while, crocodile." Richie responded, chuckling. Eddie's favourite phrase - warmed his heart when somebody responded correctly, so Richie did so. Finally, Richie stood to his feet and walked over to join the rest of The Losers Club. Beverly had instructed them to form a circle, and they did so. The bottle she had been swigging sat precariously in the middle of the group. Slowly, Richie pieced together what was occurring before his eyes.

"Ringwald, no.." He said slowly, though taking a seat himself, "We're all dudes.."

"Exactly, Tozier," She winked, taking a seat herself and hanging her head over the bottle, "You Losers ready?"

Everyone grumbled but responded nonetheless. With a single flick off her wrist, Beverly spun the bottle. It toppled, toppled until finally landing - facing Bill and Stan. Stan turned an obvious shade of red and Bill's eyes snapped from the bottle, to Stan, and finally to the bottle again.

"W-We d-don't have t-to.." Bill spat, to which Bev tutted.

"Pussies.." She breathed. Stan shot her a glare before leaning forward slightly.

"It's okay.." Stan comforted Bill gently, and he lent in too. The two locked lips, and Richie snorted obnoxiously when the kiss exceeded four seconds. Stan coughed loudly when they completed their task, and spun the bottle quickly - with all of his might. Stan's plan worked as the bottle landed on Richie. Richie rolled his eyes and looked up to see a rosy cheeked Eddie opposite from him.

"As fuckin' if.." He replied snidely. Bev kicked her foot at him.

"Come on, Tozier. You ain't no pussy.."

"I ain't no pussy, but I'm not-"

"What, gay? Neither are Billiam and Stanski," Bev pointed out. Richie could see Eddie becoming exasperated.

"Fuck it, Rich. Let's just do it," Eddie sighed, still red and struggling to keep his cool.

"But Eds."

"Pucker up, you pussy," Eddie spat, quite unlike him. Richie sighed and scooched slightly closer to the boy in front of him. The two sat close for quite a few minutes, before Richie let his care go to the window and sealed the gap between them. At first, it was awkward and subtle. That was, until the two boys go into it. Richie's hand made his way up the back of Eddie's neck and Eddie's made it to Richie's hair. Only Mike giving a firm cough drew the two away from each other, where Bev cussed under her breath.

Richie was now the pink one, and Eddie's face faded as he took a puff of his inhaler - old habits die hard, I guess.

"Mike.." Beverly whined, holding each syllable, "Why..."

Richie was coughing now, a large lump gathered in the back of his throat. The Losers stayed at The Quarry for about half an hour after those shenanigans, Eddie ushered Richie aside as he was going to begin heading home.

"Hi, Eds. What's up?" Asked a still slightly flustered Richie. Eddie scoffed.

"Don't play dumb with me, Tozier," Eddie replied briskly, "Let's finish what we started."