Secrets | Reddie Fanfic

Poem

The conversation slowed down notoriously after that because before I knew it I was becoming extremely sober. Richie, who had notably smoked much more than I did was still decently high. I, of course, didn't let his entire heart-opening secret go with no response. Before I speak though, I sit up. Everything starts piecing together and the high thoughts leave my system. He stays laying, but now looking straight up instead of into my eyes.

"Richie, I can't even begin to imagine how hard that all must have been for you. I don't even know what to say. You shouldn't feel ashamed for being gay or for who you love. Your dad's a fuckface. And I'm sorry for everything," I say.

He responds, now sitting up too, "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I, I know but I just, I'm sorry it all happened in the first place," I ramble.

He, once again, presses his palm to my cheek and says, "No one in my life knows, so shut the fuck up or else I'll fucking kill you. Then myself. Then dance around hell while you make soup and ginseng tea with God and, presumably, John Lennon."

I joke, "Well you get Michael Jackson and that's pretty fucking cool, aside from the he touches little boys thing."

He perks up, "Oooh I gotta watch out for MJ while I'm walking through the fiery hell showers! I love it there, man!"

"You're insane, Rich!"

"Thank you, Edds! Play some music. Play Talk Too Much by COIN, it's a great song. Make sure it's loud, loud, loud!" He directed.

I do as said and the second the music begins to play, Richie stands on my bed and begins dancing around. He uses his hands as every instrument he hears. Once the lyrics begin, he picks up a pen and uses it as a microphone. As he lip synced the words, he stared in my direction. His body moved so effortlessly, he was so long and thin that he flowed like an air dancing float. His eyes were mesmerizing to stare into, he made it nearly impossible not to! They still couldn't open up to their fullest extent but he made it look so appealing. His eyebrows were constantly raised or making some sort of dramatic expression. He swayed and stepped seamlessly as if he was born to be the next rock star. The song began concluding, and for his final move he tilted his head back as far as it could hang, exposing his extremely long neck.

"Very, very good," I clap, "What song are you performing next, Rich?"

He smiles, "That was my first and final song. My apologies."

"Curse this damn world!" I laugh.

"Can I perform something else? Not a song, though," He asks

"Of course you can." I say.

Before he begins, whatever it is he was planning on doing, he turns off my bedroom light and instead flashes his iphone flashlight onto his face.

He clears his throat and starts reciting,

"What a timeless thing love is

Timeless and classic

As pure as a virgin

Yet so groundbreakingly dangerous

An emotion everyone awes at

But not when it comes to a love like ours

They fear us and throw us into a locked cage

Blonde curls that swirl sinisterly

Eyes so blue they can kill

You are deadly!

You mustn't come anywhere close to me

We will hurt the eyes of the innocent

We will shame the Gods above

Man himself will be left harmed

Don't even look in my direction

I am helpless and vulnerable

I am weak at my knees

It is all your fault, you should be shamed!

Us together shall be shamed

And I will eat away your innocence

All while you show me how to become myself

We will get dirty looks from the world

They will tell us we are ill

Tell us we belong in hell and that God doesn't see us

Let them say it all

Because you are my God

And heaven is us"

I am left speechless. I don't know what I was expecting to come out of his mouth, but that was by far the last thing I was assuming. He was right, he's an excellent writer and clearly holds his own in poetry. I was baffled.

He clarifies, "That was the poem going into the school magazine, the one I was telling you about. I've had it memorized for a while, but never got to perform it to anyone who wasn't my reflection in the mirror. Miles or Cassie never even got to hear it."

"It was really, really fucking amazing, Rich. I now understand why you didn't want it published, that makes sense. But it's still a damn shame, the world's missing out."

"The world wouldn't have heard it regardless. The school, yes, but not world. Thank you, though."

"Yeah, you're so welcome. Damn," I still am not quite sure how to properly form sentences, as i am still baffled and at a loss for words.

It grows into night, and by the time Richie leaves my moms on her way home. What a fucking night it had been.