Secrets | Reddie Fanfic

Apple Juice

"Richie, Richie! Rich, wake the fuck up school starts in seven fucking minutes," I panic, frantically searching through his closet for a clean shirt that I can wear. Everything was going to fit baggier than I'd want, but I had no choice. I didn't want to wear the same dirty shirt from yesterday.

"Richie! Wake the fuck up, I'm serious!" I call out again, still shirtless.

"Edds, shut the fuck up," He mumbles, rolling over.

I grab both his wrists and pull him as far up as my strength allowed.

"Richie Tozier, wake up. We have school in like, five minutes. Come on!"

He rubs his eyes dramatically and laughs, "You going to school shirtless, kid?"
"No, dipshit. I just can't find a shirt that's going to fit properly. And for the last time, get ready, we have four minutes and then the first bell is ringing!"

"Grab one of my hoodies," He suggests while stumbling over the blankets on the floor, "Hoodies look cool if they're oversized, which it will be. How tall are you anyway, Edds?"
"Does it matter? Now hurry!" I shout, while picking out a bright red hoodie from his closet.

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"Y-Y-You, missed the turn!" I instruct, while Richie speeds straight instead of left. We were already a few minutes late, there was absolutely no time for more of his shenanigans.

I repeat, "Richie, you missed the fucking turn! What the fuck are you doing?"

He smiles, cruelly, "We're going for breakfast."

"We are not ditching first period, Richie!" I argue.

He smiles, nonchalantly, "Don't worry, we're missing second period too."

"No, Richie!"
"It's happening regardless, don't fight it. We're going to Yolk N' Stuff, end of discussion."
I gabble, "I don't even eat breakfast.

"Neither do I, we're still going," He smirks.

Up until the very second we take a seat inside of the booth located in the back corner of the restaurant, I complain and object to this idea.

"Richie, I have English work and we are taking an oral exam in French today. We have to go back, now!"

"Relax, Edds. Take a xanax and chill out for a fucking second," He chuckles.

"Can I get you boys started with something?" A waitress who had to be at least one hundred years old asks.

Richie orders, "Apple juice with, like, a fuck ton of ice."

"Richie," I scoff, implying that he was being incredibly disrespectful.

He jolts, "Oh! Please, and thank you."
I roll my eyes, "I'll take orange juice."

The waitress walks away without writing down either of our orders. Richie proclaims, far too loud,

"Orange juice? What the fuck Edds? Guess you're not anywhere near as perfect as I thought you were."
I ask, offended, "What the fuck is wrong with orange juice?"
"Nothing, nothing I guess. It's just apple juice is the superior of all the dumb, fruit juices," He explains.

I disagree, "Orange juice is better, there's no debate."
"You're high, Kaspbrak!"

"If you had to watch one movie over and over again for the rest of your life, what would it be?" I ask, during what seems like a rapid fire game of twenty questions.

"Easy," he answers, "Superbad. It's, like, world known to be the funniest movie of all time!"

He questions, "What's your favorite thing about yourself, physical and otherwise?"
I think hard and answer, "I guess my passion for things I care about. And then, I don't know, my hair or something. I don't really care too much about physical shit."
He shrugs, "I care about your physical shit."
"Then what's your favorite physical thing about me?" I counter-strike,