☆Firefly Hill☆ <a reddie fanfiction> |DISCONTINUED UNLESS I GET INSPIRATION|

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General POV

"Hey, Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Richie yelled as he was slipping off his black converse. He walked in his living room to see beer bottles scattered everywhere. He rolled his eyes, huffed and went to his room. But, on the way his dad stopped him. "Hey! What'd I tell you about yelling while your mother is sleeping?" He slurred out. Giving Richie a powerful glare. "Yeah, uh, sorry, sir. I won't do it again, promise." He said anxiously tapping on the side of his jeans. "Better not. Understand me?" He said inching from Richie's face. "Y-yes sir." He said trying to get out of that conversation as fast as possible. As soon as his dad wobbled down the stairs, Richie let out a sigh of relief. He went to his room and plugged in his walkman to think. He soon heard 'tiny dancer by Elton John' and smiled to himself. That song always reminded him of Eddie. He wondered what Eddie was doing at that moment. Probably drawing like always. But that's okay because he likes to. He often thinks of Eddie drawing him. The thoughts make him smile. He decides that he should go to the skate park. He grabs his skateboard off of the wall and runs down the stairs. He told his dad he would be home around 8 since it was only 4:30. He skated down the street and to the skate park. He learned some tricks and he was really good at them.

TIME SKIP

Richie got home and went to take a shower. He groaned as the hot water hit his back letting it flow down and ease his aching muscles. He washed his hair, his body, and jumped out. He was drying his hair and couldn't get it dry enough, so he let it sit, wet, stuck to his forehead. He put back on his glases and wrapped a towel around his waist. He decided to just change and go to sleep. After the day he had, he needed it. He fell asleep peacefully.