Secrets | Reddie Fanfic

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I, Richie Tozier, can fall in love with the small boy that I spent the night with. When I wake up, he's gone, but my skin's still buzzing. The sun peeks through the curtains, glistening the room around me. I let out a harsh yawn, throw on my shirt, and head out to the room where all the other Losers slept. Yet, all I find is the slender red-head, sitting on her kitchen counter, scooping peanut butter out with a knife and letting her tongue wipe it clean.

"Where is everyone?" I ask, with a groggy morning voice.

She laughs, falling to the ground and landing on her feet, "Home, silly. It's almost 3:30, how can you possibly sleep in so late?"

I shrug, "I dunno. So everyone left, I figured at least Bill would be here considering-"

"Considering what?" She cuts me off, with an extremely stern voice.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't rat out Eddie. Lucky for the both of us, I'm an impeccable liar.

I hesitate, "...Considering that we were talking about getting lunch together. Calm your tits, Beaver-ly."

"Fuck off. Besides, it's far too late for lunch now."

I agree, "True that. Well, I guess I might as well head home too, don't wanna overstay my welcome."

"That's impossible, our home is yours, love," A sweet voice calls, from the staircase. It was Bev's aunt, who for whatever reason, absolutely adored me. She was a kind, middle-aged, queer woman who took Beverly in when she needed a home.

"I love you Aunt Stacey! How's Kira?" I greet

"She's doing alright, actually have another date set up for tonight. How are you baby, parents good?" She asks.

I shrug, "As good as it gets. Thanks for letting us crash, I'll see you two later."

"Anytime, love."

"Bye, bye Rich."

I start up my car and blast Little Changes by Frank Turner. I wanted to go visit Eddie, but I didn't think he was the type to appreciate unannounced guests. I decide to call up Stan and see what he's up to.

"Stanley the manly, I'm on the open road, what's good?" I yell.

He complains, "You shouldn't be on the phone while driving, that's incredibly dangerous. You can crash your truck and possibly die."

"Shut the fuck up Stan, besides you're on speaker."

"Whatever," He groans.

"What is a gem like you up to today?" I ask.

"My dad's making me help him do some volunteer shit at the Temple. It's annoying and jew-y so I don't expect you to wanna join."

I chuckle, "You are most certainly right. Well do you know what the rest of the bunch is up to?"

He explains, "Mike and Ben are playing xbox and Bill is working out."

I burst, "There's no fucking way Big Bill is working out!"

"He insisted," Stan says.

Then it clicks. By working out, he probably just means doing Bev. They did it last night, so what's stopping them from continuing.

"Okay, Stan I'm going to hang up now because your voice is starting to irritate me. I'll talk to you later," I joke.

"You know what, fuck you," He sighs.

Next call I have to make is to none other than Bill Denbrough.

"Bill I'm coming to your house in ten minutes!" I yell, the second he picks up.