"I Don't Need Help" //Reddie AU

17).Laughing in Slow Motion

*Richies POV
Walking down the hallways are the same, like always.

But my eyes searched for someone...

His Brown hair, his freckles, his smile, his big brown eyes...

    Why am I looking for him?

                 But why not? 

           Because he hates me....

"Richie? Are you okay?" I stopped in the middle of the hallway. "Huh? Oh yeah..." I smiled and continued walking. 3 more classes to go.

My next class is with Eddie...

I sit down at my desk. Looking back I see Eddie. He only sits behind me to the left. "Eddie I'm sorry." He flips me off and looks in the other direction. "Here..." I give him a piece of paper, with my address on it. "Please come over, I'll explain everything..." I give a weak smile and continue to pay attention to the teacher.

*Eddies POV
"Here..." he smiles faintly and gives me a piece of paper. With a address on it.

                   His address?

   Ok cool? So he does want help?

                   *Time Skip*

Walking to Richies house I had a bad feeling about it.

I don't even know him why should I go to his home?

I still kept on walking, reaching a house, no cars in the small driveway. Only a skateboard.

Knocking on the door felt weird but I still did it. "Hi..." he opens the door holding his stomach. "Come in..." I slide past him. A small living room, empty walls. "Listen Eddie I'm sorry... I'm not sure why I lied." Memories flood my head.

"Ok..." I whispered. I'm guessing Richie doesn't apologize a lot so it felt real. "Are you okay?" I whisper looking at the ground. "I mean not really." He chuckles a bit scratching the back of his neck.  The arm he held his stomach with red, bloody.

I blink a couple times before I make him lay down on the couch. "Lay down." "Why-" I yank his arm and push him onto the couch. I giggle because of his reaction to falling down. Eyes wide open and his mouth open a bit.

"Jesus Ed's." "Don't call me that." I grab a wet paper towel and look at his stomach. "What happened?" His stomach bleeds as he looks at it in confusion. "I honestly don't know." "How do you not know?!"

Wiping his stomach off his stomach off I realize how fit he is. He's very skinny I'm surprised he didn't die from being stabbed. My cheeks burn a light pink color.

Eds, hmm. I kind of like that.

*Richies POV

"Richie...do your friends hate me?" Eddie rest his hand on my stomach. His cheeks a light pink. "I'm not sure, to be completely honest I think so..." Eddie continues to take care of my wounds in silence.

"Ohhhh, I remember what happened. I ran into the table." I laugh at Eddies reaction. Until he playfully slaps my stomach, I decide to fake a reaction. "Ahhhhh! Eddie!" He puts his head in his hands. "Oh no oh no oh no oh no...I'm so sorry Richie- wait what are you laughing at?!" I laugh hard to the point it hurts my sides.

*Eddies POV
Everything goes in slow-mo. He starts to laugh. Throwing his head back and sitting up a bit. His laugh loud but sweet. A small tear sliding down his cheek, and his eyes closed tightly. "I'm-*snort* sorry Eds-*snort* I had to." He continues laughing.

His snorting...

His smile grows bigger noticing my red cheeks. "Richie that wasn't funny." I frown. "Aw Eds it was funny though...aw come on don't lie." He grabs onto my shoulder to sit up, I had been sitting on my knees. "Richie I don't understand how you're friends deal with you." My cheeks turning a darker shade of red, I turn away.

Richie grabs my chin to look at him, our faces inches a part.

He holds onto my chin.

"They've all seen my di-" "No No No No No No No!" I yell. He laughs more.

His laugh is cute, even             though his jokes are terrible...

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