Secrets | Reddie Fanfic

The Party

"I don't like this outfit, I look dumb," I groan, very stressed out, while standing in front of Beverly and Stan. They agreed to come over my house an hour before the party to help me get ready, since I had no idea how to dress or look. Stan brought me a shirt with a funky pattern and begged me to wear it tonight. It was nowhere near my ordinary style, but they seemed to love it on me.

"No, Eddie you must wear this! It looks better on you than it ever has on Stanley," Bev gushes.

Stan agrees, "As much I'd hate to admit it, she's right. If you don't wear this I'm not giving you a ride and I'll make sure your boyfriend Richie doesn't either."
"He's not my boyfriend," I blush.

"Fuck buddy, whatever he is!" Stan teases.

"Uh, definitely not fucking Richie Tozier, got the wrong teenage girl," I brush aside.

Bev jokes, "I don't know, he does seem extra fruity with you."
"Fruity?" I repeat.

"Fruity," she repeats, "Happy? Flamboyant?"

Stan joins in, "He has been spending way too much time with you. Seems a bit fruity to me, too. Interesting."

I don't say anything. How did they know? Do they actually know Richie that well? And how does Richie not know about this? They clearly catch my panic, and Bev waves her hands frantically, snapping me outside of my mind,

"Woah, woah, don't worry. We're just fucking with you, don't worry."

Stan adds, "Yeah, don't worry. Besides, Richie? Gay? That's probably the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, even if you two shared a super passionate kiss during truth or dare."

Clearly they didn't know Richie as well as I thought.

The three of us make our way inside the party, which happens to be extremely crowded. People were everywhere, mostly everyone unrecognizable. The girls wore tight jeans and small shirts, some even wore bras. Bev wore a navy blue mini dress that was form fitting. She looked nice, but she always did, it didn't matter what she wore. People didn't pay too much attention to her body, but not in a bad way. She was beautiful. So beautiful that she made a pixie cut look phenomenal. Her face was normally always bare, her freckles constantly exposed. Her eyes were very round and even more blue. They shined like foxfire, and were even more rare. She had a button nose and every other feature complimented the next.

As for the guys, everyone wore jeans and some sort of polo shirt. Every single one of them was taller than me, but that's nothing out of the ordinary for me. Stan stood out, for sure. He was one of the tallest guys I have ever seen, and he had the curliest hair. His hair drooped down half of his face since it was always parted to one side. His face was mean most of the time. The glare he naturally carried with him was bone chilling, but when he smiled everything melted away. All sorts of intimidation leaves the room and you're greeted with the deepest dimple and brightest eyes.

"Come on," Bev grabs our wrists, "The rest of the boys are over here!"

She pushes us past people and leads us to the living room, where Richie and the rest all stand aside a table full of drinks.

"You guys are finally here, what took you so long?" Mike greets, hugging me tightly. Everyone already had a drink in their hand, so the three of us who had just arrived get one for ourselves.

"B-B-By the way, t-two girls already came over here asking R-Richie for s-s-sex," Bill catches us up.

Stan cheers, "What did you say?"
"I told them I just got here and wanted to drink for a little while, alone," Richie explains.