[COMPLETED]
"Some friendships are so important, you'd do anything to make them last. That's why Richie and I created a pact, but it came with rules. You may be asking what these rules are. well hold on i'll get there."
based off of 'Naomi and Ely's...
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Broken Lund
yeah, I could slit my wrists, but it really wouldn't help wouldn't fix my issues, or change your mind 'cause I broke your heart and you buried mine
now, I'm six feet deep and I can't breathe I got dirt in my eyes and blood on my sleeves but I dig my way up through these roots and leaves so I can get some air, so I can finally breathe and now I'm on my knees, oh baby, begging please
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"What the hell?"
Richie is on top of a girl with fiery red hair, I would know from anywhere. He's naked, but still has his boxers on. She still has her bra and underwear on. I stood in the doorway, in shock, he's still kissing down her neck when Bev notices me in the doorway.
As sob escapes my mouth, as my body finally lets me move. Before he could even do anything, I was out the door. I can't believe my fucking best friend and my one other friend would be have fucking sex. She knew I liked Richie, what a bitch. God i'm stupid. I quickly get into my apartment, to hear screaming and the sound of something crashing "Mom?", I call out.
I enter my moms room slowly, I look at the bed and she not there, so I go to the closet where I see her with a sledge hammer knocking down a wall. "Mom! Have you gone non-linear!? What are you doing", I scream as she keeps destroying it, I pulled her out of the closet. "Oh, hi, honey.", she says nonchalant.
"What the hell are you doing with a freaking sledgehammer?!", I scream at her grabbing the tool, as more tears escaping my eyes. "The closet wall—Well, we had his and her closets, and there's no need for two anymore." I walk into the closet and there is a huge hole in the wall. "Holy shit!"
She just keeps going on, "And that's why I thought I'd make one giant closet." I completely ignored her, "Shit!" how the fuck am I supposed to pay for this and for her groceries and bills.
"I've been thinking of pursuing interior design.", she slides down the wall, holding my dads old flannel in her hands. "Maybe you should stick to jewelry.", I quietly let out, as a sob erupted. She didn't care one bit that I was crying, only drowning in her own misery.
I walk into my room, and slide down the shut door. I stare at the ground, before my thoughts caught up with me. I started to cry, again. How could I be so naïve, Richie would never love me back. That was just a heat of the moment kiss, and like he said, it didn't mean anything to him. I just don't want to leave with this between us, or maybe it's for the best so I have time to distance myself and not get so attached. I was interrupted from my thoughts by a familiar voice.
"Eddie, can you open the door?" Richie. I didn't answer. I know he knows I'm here, but I don't have the energy to answer. I know I shouldn't leave us like this. I have one week. I've been packing up the little things, just so no one notices. "Please, I-I'm sorry you saw that.", I still didn't answer.
