Reddie Oneshots

reddie eating disorder fic part 6

⚠️trigger warning ⚠️

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Mike pounds on Richie's door and doesn't stop until Richie flings open the door, obviously pissed off.

"WHAT?"

"Eddie," Mike says before Richie throws his hands around Mike's neck, strangling him for waking him up at nearly 6 am. And like magic, Richie softens and his hands go down to his sides. "What happened?"

Please don't tell anyone.

Mike sighs loudly over the argument inside of his brain, settling for a safe middle. "I just- is he okay?"

Richie leans against the door. "He hasn't done anything out of the ordinary. His mama's gone through."

"Where did she go?"

Richie shrugs and steps onto the porch, sitting on one of the steps with Mike. "Hell if I know. She just left."

Mike nods understanding and watches the morning sun peek through the leaves on the trees. "How's Eddie handling it?"

Richie shrugs again. "Not gonna lie, I'm worried. I don't think he's doing so well, and he's not taking care of himself-"

"He's lost a lot of weight."

Richie's stomach tightens and he struggles to let a breath out. "Y-Yeah." I didn't notice. He feels like shit.

Mike scratches his eyebrow and sighs. "His cabinets are empty. Theres no food in them."

"What?"

"He has nothing to eat." Richie's eyes widen. "I'm worried about him." Mike says.

"Yeah..."

"Everybody is, Rich. We miss him and he doesn't come out with us anymore. Poor boy is having his summer ruined because of his mother who left him."

"He's never gone without his mom around for this long. I-I don't really know how to talk to him about it." Richie responds.

Mike pats Richie on the shoulder and hugs him. "You'll figure it out, I'm sure. You're Richie Tozier for fuck's sake, you can do anything."

Richie weakly smiles... I can't help Eddie.

-x-

Richie's car is still in the shop and it kills him not to have his beat-up truck, he wanted to go on another road trip with Eddie. Maybe to one of the best restaurants in Maine, so he could watch Eddie eat and make sure he's getting what he needs.
He has a crumpled five dollar bill in his back pocket and he stares at it, not knowing what to do. He wants Eddie to eat, he wants to make sure he's eating. Maybe buy him some groceries, but with five dollars? He decides to pull out something small from his own cabinets, two granola bars, and he tucks them in his pocket before kissing his mom on the cheek and walking out to his bike.

He keeps placing his hands in his pocket, feeling for the five dollars and checking if it's there. A cone of ice cream is $1.15 and a soda is 1.00. He repeats to himself, dropping his bike in the bushes in front of Eddie's house.

He raises a fist and knocks on the door three times before gazing down at his feet and staring at his dirty red converse and the nearly-brown shoelaces. The door opens and Eddie steps forward, his hair tousled and his eyes tired. "Did I wake you?" Richie asks.

Eddie shakes his head, opening the door for Richie to come inside. "No. I haven't really slept."

Richie frowns and Eddie leads him to his room, the two sitting on Eddie's warm bed, Richie's back being hit by a warm sun ray. Eddie's room is messier than it usually is, and Richie notices the absence of old stuffed animals Eddie used to keep in stuffed in the corner by his dresser. He wants to ask, but he's here for only one thing, finding out what's going on