𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐃 - 𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊 !

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" you probably scared the poor guy, rich. " uris had scolded late last night and brought up again right in the morning. richie tozier groaned, pulling his front door closed as he stepped out. beverly and stan stood outside his house every morning, waiting for the wreck of a wardrobe to get his ass up and walk with them to school. after the encounter with the shortie, his ears had been talked off in more ways in one; ironic for such a blabbermouth.

richard grew a desire to open the door again and burrow himself out in his room. he met a cute guy and did what he always did; over-introduce his personality, was that such a crime? " staniel, i don't need another parental figure; i got three by now. "

stanley's button nose scrunched up in confusion, " who's the third? "

marsh hummed, finishing her sip from her water bottle before raising her hand, " me. on thursdays and mondays. " she grinned. a tick of stan's unavoidable eye roll and his watch before it beeped. he lifts his wrist with minimum effort, " we better go meet ben before he hears the news all around town. " the teenager joked half-heartedly. the three head off down the sidewalk. richie picking back up his habit of kicking pebbles down the street; some hitting the back of uris' pure white converses which he almost learned to ignore everyday.

" what news? " richie's thick eyebrows pushed against his coke-bottle lens. such annoying things he wished he didn't have to balance on his nose the whole day. he didn't even clean them half the time and it shows.

beverly chuckled, the cap of a plastic water bottle dangling from her pointer and middle fingers. she looked over her shoulder, " richie's crush on a ' little cutie '. "

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to eddie's surprise and overblown worry, he had no broken bones and he was sure of it. though his mom kept nagging him as he got ready. like when he reached for his cereal, she called from the living room to ask if she needed to check his temperature or the moment he pulled his shoes from his cubby only to be interrupted with a, " are you sure you don't wanna stay home with me, eddie-bear? ". edward composed himself for a minute before setting his shoes down and kindly looking up at his mother, sitting, waiting for a response in that recliner she's always stuck to.

" yes, mommy, i'm sure. i gotta get a diploma somehow. i took some ibuprofen anyways. " he informed, playing on his mama's boy personality once again. he couldn't say no to her; not right now. she was the only family he had to turn to besides his non-biological ones of only two names; bill and mike. he couldn't be too judgmental either, his mom just cared for him a lot ,, right?

though he held that hope close to his heart, as he turns away from his ma', he knows he could never come out to her. he'd refer to crushes or to-be boyfriends as friends and nothing more. he hasn't made any moves with relationships; he was too scared, too closed-off to begin anything like that and not get caught. deciding to get going before he said something he might regret, he hastily tightens his shoelaces and practically races out the door to meet mike's truck where it was every morning, just at the bottom of his driveway.

the air returned to his lungs, no thanks to a quick hit of his inhaler. he could never give up such a dainty device; he was convinced it's what lifted his panic attacks but he could feel the concern radiating off both of his friends whenever he used it.

" nice of you to join us, kaspbraker. " mikey joked, pearly whites showing through the up-tilted corner of his mouth once eddie has opened the passenger door and slide into the seat with billiam sat as comfortably as he could be in the middle in front of the ventilation and radio controls. speaking of the radio, the buzz of commenters chatting smoothly transitioned into Don't You Forget About Me for probably the 2nd time this morning but no one had any complaints, certainly none situated in the truck.