Edward Kaspbrak? Who is he?
Why is he important?
What even is this story?
Well, he was seventeen, he liked running, art and a certain Richie Tozier. But in no particular order. Ok yes, there's an order, it's Richie, running and then art. Everything in his life was surrounded by him, it was almost suffocating.
"Eds?" Richie questioned, moving a little closer to the other boy in his desk.
"Don't call me that, I hate it when you call me that. But what?" He murmured looking up at the bored then back down at his book.
"Wanna hang out, like, after school or some shit? At my place?" Richie dropped his head, lightly tilting his face towards the other boys looking up, showing that stupid fucking grin.
It was perfect. His upper lip barely disappearing as it showed his uneven front teeth that had the mettle wiring with little blue and white capping to support the braces. It made Eddie's heart melt.
"Fine Richie, only cause you asked so nicely." He forced out a laugh to convey the "joke".
Richie would've just went "Want to come over and suck my dicks in front of your mum Eds?" And the boy would still be in. Without a doubt in his mind, he'd do it in five seconds.
Richie smiled, nudging the other boy with his elbow. "Cool, I shall see you then."
It was like that for a solid...two year? So the boys were currently seventeen, and Eddie had no progress on confessing his feeling to him. This was something he wanted to take to his death, the small hugs, jokes and sometimes holding his hand was getting him by until something very odd happened.
He kissed Beverly.
Beverly.
Eddie was just sitting there, resting his head on Richie's shoulder at a normal group hang out. Yes, they were all playing truth or dare but it still stung, watching his lips slowly dance with another person would've felt just as bad a punch to the gut while wearing a brass knuckle. Eddie sat up from his spot, speechless, watching Richie whip his bottom lip.
"Alright...Stan. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Alright..."
Eddie completely zoned out, not getting the image out of his head, the wet sounds as Beverly's mouth opened around Richies.
"I need to go to the toilet!" Eddie exclaimed jumping from his spot, earning odd looks from the entire group.
"You alright?" Beverly questioned, the concern running through her voice.
I'd be much better if you didn't just face fuck Richie.
"Yep Beverly, I'm peachy.-" He was cut off with a sudden, rising feeling in his throat.
He quickly gripped onto the old unsturdy ladder hoisting himself out of the manhole in a hurry. He grasped at the soft green grass falling to his knees, the burning liquid falling out of his mouth onto the ground.
"You don't seem alright," Richie hummed, head poking out as he climbed the ladder.
"I'm fine...just need some water." Eddie coughed, pulling his shirt up to cover his nose from the smell.
Richie groaned already on his feet. "Come on, I'll take you back to mine, my parents are out? We'd have the place just to ourself?" He extended his arm hopping Eddie would just take his hand already.
You probably just wish it was Beverly and just feel bad for me.
"Fine,"
Eddie dropped his school bag at the entrance of Richie's room, he always loved Richie's room, it was just so...Richie. It was practically heaven on earth for the boy.
The newest horror movie posters strung on the walls, along with his limited edition Candyman doll sat proudly on his desk, messy bed with the blanket twisted and turned along with pillows unevenly set, the window just by his bed creating an almost welcoming feel to sit on it, it was just...perfect and welcoming. Plus his recorder player in the corner always blasting some Radiohead, Greenday or red hot chilli papers album.
