Eddie's Pov:
I storm out the door of my house trying to ignore my over protective mother shouting at me. I leave basically running away till I was unable to hear her screaming at me to not forget my inhaler. As soon as I couldn't I breathe out heavily and cough reaching into my hoodie pocket for my inhaler and take two puffs of it and hold it in then letting my breath out slowly.
I continue on my way to the meet up spot trying not too seem excited to see Rich. I continue on my and see Richie and feel my stomach fill with butterflies that quickly dissipated as soon as i saw the shape he was in. I walk up to him as quickly as I could and cleared my throat to catch his attention. He looks up at me and smiles slightly saying, "Hey Eds.." I roll my eyes at the stupid nick name he gave me, "don't call me eds." He chuckled at my comment and then coughed hard. he looked down at his hand and quickly shoved it in his pocket.
Looking at him confused he shrugged and smiled widely. he always wore that smile whenever he was in pain and was trying his best to hide it. "What was that rich...? Are you alright?" he looked away for a moment only to look back just as quickly, "huh? oh it's nothing just a bit of snot" he giggled at me for cringing at his answer, "...nasty...."
*time skip*
The bus ride was slow and took forever due to the fact that we were on the first stop. the entire ride I was extremely worried about Richie because he would cringe and hold his side tightly. his usual lightly tanned skin was now as white as snow and he looked like he was ready to pass out. "Hey R-Richie are you alright?" he looked over at me slowly and nodded quickly. the rest of the ride he sat with his head leaned against the seat in front of us and holding his middle.
the bus finally came to a stop at the school and the rest of the students that were once shouting and screaming at each other from their seats were now shoving one another out of the doors of the bus. The only ones left.. were Rich and I. The bus driver glared at us and I quickly stood up and tried to pull Richie up but failed. I look down at him and stumble backwards. the bus driver looked at me with his head slightly tilted to the side, "what's the problem kid?" he asks in his rough overly used voice. the only thing I could do was point at the seat Rich was in. He walked over making the bus rock a bit and then stopped going white.
A.N.
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reddie angst (13+)
FanfictionWarning mentions or suicide and self harm also strong language.