𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜 | Reddie AU

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Eddie watched as the rain slowly came down harder, the clouds every once and awhile breaking with light but no noise, the houses spreading out more the father they drove. "Are you rich or something?" Richie shrugged. "Or something." Eddie turned over watching the boy, he sighed. "Money bags." 

Richie rolled his eyes turning into a perfect white house, with its perfect white fence, and it's perfect garden bed just around the outline of the perfect family house. Eddie slumped out of the car shutting the door behind him lightly. Richie hummed unlocking the front door. "So, why foster care and CPS?" 

Eddie rolled his eyes getting impatient. "None of your business if I'm being honest." Richie let out a low laugh. "Really?" Eddie nodded. "Mhmm, really." The door opened as the atmosphere filled with love and warmth causing the boys knees to practically give out under him.

Richie yelled dropping his bag. "Home." "Hey, faggot." Richie rolled his eyes as a younger boy just laughed on the couch, Eddie went silent clearing his throat. "Uh, your room?" The younger boy perked up. "Is this your little queer friend? You two going to go anal or something?" 

Richie picked back up his heavy back groaning. "Finn, can you shut up?" The "Finn" boy laughed. "Oh? So you are?" Eddie kicked the other boys' feet mumbling. "Who's this?" Richie sighed heading for the stairs. "Finn, my brother. He's a dick." Eddie nudged the back of his shoulder a little. "Must run in the family." 

Richie groaned at the top step. "I'm going for a leak, just go set up in my room." Eddie nodded making his way to the door that had a sign reading.

"Richie.
KEEP OUT." 

He pushed the door open with a bit of struggle making his way into the decorated teen room. Blue covers with a nice black frame to complement the collars. A proper bedside table which was accompanied by a framed picture, Eddie picked it up running his finger lightly over Richie's face, next to him was that Finn boy and behind them were an older couple, probably Richie's parents. He didn't know.

Eddie placed the frame back up making his way around the room, the hard wooden desk that Eddie would love to get fu- Not the time Eddie, down with the naughty thoughts. It had a blue lamp in the corner and the way it was positioned lighting a book in the middle. 

To read or not to read?

To read or not to?

To or not?

To.

"So, see you found my room." Richie laughed entering the room, Eddie jumped retracting his hand. "Sorry, I was just looking around." Richie nodded. "That's fine, so...why is the foster system so?" Eddie sat back down on the bed that was pushed against the wall. "Well, there's so much... neglect? You rarely find a genuine family that's actually in it to help kids." 

Richie sat next to him cocking his head, leaning closer to the other boy. "What do you mean?" Eddie groaned. "Like, they're looking for the money and the tax benefits, not actually to take in a kid. Just...deal with an extra kid and you get this amount of money each month." 

Richie questioned leaning in closer. "How do you know this?" Eddie pushed him back with a small sigh. "It's not your business Rich." Richie nodded. "At least you didn't call me.-" "Dick." Eddie cut him off with a small smile. 

"I should get home..." 

Eddie sighed remembering the hurting comment, "of course he'd rather stay here in the warmth and comfort of a first-hand bed, who would want to stay in that cold apartment with a stupid faggot? Not even Buddy sleeps with you most nights." 

Eddie dropped his head mummering. "Uh, any comments?" Richie shook his head writing down the previous mentions of why the foster system is "so fucked" in his book. "Nope, any cases off the top of your head that could add to the argument?" He turned his head slightly giving the boy a soft and caring smile.

Eddie tried to smile back there were tears in his eyes and a croak in the back of his throat. "U-uh...like eighty-six kids die a month in the foster system and it goes investigated." 

"Just another number, aren't you? In that fucked up system. What if you're the next one Eddie? Aw, you think the fact that you live on your own will keep you safe? No one cares about you enough to even investigate it like all these other kids."

Eddie sniffled rubbing his nose trying to pull himself together, don't cry. Don't cry in front of Richie. Please don't. Eddie pleaded with himself. "U-uh...roughly about one-thousand six-hundred die each uh, year." He felt a comforting hand gripping his shoulder. "You ok?"  

"It's not your fucking business, dick!" He snapped back throwing his head back to try and shove the tears back. "Hey...what's wrong?" Eddie groaned whipping his face with his forearm. "Nothing! Nothing is wrong!" 

Eddie let out a sigh. "It's uh, it's really warm in here..." Richie nodded turning to the mist-covered window opening it. "You're in the system, aren't you?" "I said I'm fucking fine! What part of that don't you understand?! Get it through your thick skull and stop asking!"

"Good Eddie, finish him. Or he'll tell everyone. Everything. You'll be the joke again. That stupid scrawny kid who can't defend himself." 

Eddie went to say something but was cut off by strong arms around his shoulder and pulled into the very smelly chest. "It's ok...I'm sorry. Ok?" Eddie tensed up at the touch, no he's just trying to get your secrets. "Stop...I should go." 

Richie shook his head pulling one hand up slowly running his fingers through the brunette's hair. "I'm sorry for pushing." Eddie slightly relaxed at the calming hands slowly brushing through his soft hair. "Thank you." 

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A/N: 2, 1. Eddies back story is up next boys, hope you enjoyed!