Secrets | Reddie Fanfic

The Party Pt. 2

"I'm telling you, we should have shown up naked. Michelle would kick us out in seconds! Damn, that would be funny," Richie explains, finishing his tangerine White Claw. I still had almost a quarter of mine left, and I wasn't even driving. Richie was a very quick drinker. He drank so fast sometimes he'd spill the drink all over him, like right now for instance. His simple black t-shirt matched with an equally dark jacket now had White Claw all over it. His light wash jeans that were probably meant to be skinny but held baggy, got no alcohol on them.

Michelle's house appears bigger when there are people surrounding its entirety, almost as if scattered teens were land and furniture. I am not as scared to exit the car as I was at the last party. Maybe it's because I'm entering with Richie, or maybe because we have a more secure relationship now. I didn't have to worry about girls or Henry Bowers. All I had to do was sit back, watch Richie play pretend, and breath. Admire the beauty that my human radiates at all times. I'll laugh to myself while he flirts with girls and leads them on, being the only one who knows the truth.

We walk side by side, our hands occasionally brushing, neither of us smiling as bright as normal. People wave towards our direction and Richie nods his head. Whenever a girl tries getting his attention, he turns to me and laughs a little. That made me shine, I'd laugh too. For all I knew there could have been a thousand people here, but all my eyes focus on is Richie. To be fair, most people focus heavily on him, but none like me. We meet up with the rest of our friends who all seem to be enjoying themselves plenty.

"Where the fuck have you two been? It's nearly 11:30, you were supposed to be here at 11:00! Now the guests of honor are coming in thirty minutes and you almost missed it!" Stanley reprimands.

Richie rolls his eyes, "Relax, Stan. We're here now, aren't we?"
"Who are the guests of honor again?" I ask.

Ben answers, "We don't know, haven't really asked. One of Michelle's good friends and that person's brother I think. Or at least that's what I've heard."

I watch Mike smoke a few inches away from the group with a girl I have never seen before. She was pretty, very tall and lean with hair below her waist. His hand held sturdy on her back. A little bit closer to me was Bill and Beverly. She was always dancing, and he watches. Her body language brought light, whereas his smile did. Ben and Stanley were drinking a lot, checking out people who walk past them. From far away, I spot a shocking face. One I figured I would never see at a place like this. The corpse flower stood next to a boy with a blunt in his hand and had hair that practically covers his eyes. I distance myself from the group and make my way over to the scene.

"Hey, Cassie," I greet.

She smiles, "Eddie! Listen, I'm kind of drunk so if I sound utterly stupid that is why."

"Noted," I laugh.

She wore clothes I've never seen her in. A small, tight black skirt and the smallest tank top I've ever laid eyes on. Her hair was put into two french braids on both sides of her head. She was so exposed, yet no one was really around her other than that one guy. She easily could be the star of the entire party, but she stood off to the side and drank practically alone. Stanley talks about her body a lot, and I understand why. She makes me nervous, and I have no reason at all to be. Cassie Learner didn't need anyone to make herself feel important, she was cool on her own.

"So what are you doing here? I didn't think of you as a party girl," I question.

She answers, "Fuck you, dude. And I already had this conversation with you, labels are bullshit! I am not really a party girl, but I can be sometimes. What are you doing here? Losers cult brought you along?"

"I guess so, yeah. I mean I'm really just here for Richie."

"Then why aren't you with him?"

"I wanted to say hi to you."