soulmates // reddie

seis.

good morning !! or maybe its like afternoon or maybe even evening where u are !! for me its 1:06 atm but i probs wont be done w this for a while so yeahhh

i hope u like this chapter !!! byeeee

edit uhh july 3rd GUYS im so sorry for the confusimg and frankly shitty writing if u see anything confusing PLEASE let me know so i can fix it. that being said i did correct some things and changed the description of the story so if u want check it out! ilysm and thank u for supporting me even tho i suck at writing, as u can tell <333

OH ALSO THANK U SOO MUCH FOR 1000 VIEWS!! I GOT A BUNCH IN LIKE 2 DAYS I APPRECIATE IT SOOO MUCH ILYILYILY

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richie walked through the quickly emptying halls, his phone in one hand and a capri sun in the other. the drink was his reward for winning a bet with beverly at lunch. what a fool she was thinking he wouldn't eat an orange that had fallen into her ketchup.

he sucked on the straw aggressively as he made his way to the school's exit. he had to talk to his math teacher for his "distracting behavior" (all he had done was sneeze fifeteen times in a row, which wasn't even his fault), so now he was going to be late home.

as he threw the exit door open, he saw the kid from history sitting alone on one of the stone benches in the back of the school. he seemed bored, no phone or anything, just sitting on the bench with his head down.

richie thought about his choices.

1. go home and eat a lot of cookie dough ice cream, maybe go to stan's house.

2. talk to this clearly bored kid, and maybe make a new friend.

richie chose number one, but he did wave at the kid when he passed. he didn't wave back, but he did smile once richie had passed. but richie didn't see it.

richie continued to suck on the obviously empty capri-sun until he got home, where he finally threw the thing away. the house was empty, his parents were at some dentist award thing.

he was already tired of school, his history homework ( plus the paper he was supposed to have during summer ) was weighing down his backpack, along with some dumb science paper.

being the responsible student he is , richie threw his backpack on the floor and ran upstairs to his room, turning on spotify and placing his self bought airpods into his ears.

man, had richie worked hard for these things. mowing the lawn and weeding the now spotless backyard for about 5 months. it wasn't even that worth it. but he would take what he can get.

he could hear his mother now.

"some kids in africa could have eaten this broccoli richie, now eat it!"

except it would be more like

"some kids in africa could be listening to nikki minaj with these richie!"

richie turned on his "epic beats" playlist, and immediately tia tamera by dojo cat began to blast in his ears. he danced down the stairs and pulled out the cookie dough ice cream, and the largest spoon they owned.

"cookie dough ice cream is a thing of the gods"

richie thought out loud as he scooped the stuff into a bowl. he relidded the container and placed it back in the freezer, then retrieved his bowl and sat down in front of his tv. he turned on the office as background noise as he turned on his phone.

his lock screen was him and beverly. it was taken by stan as the two slept sprawled on top of each other. beverly was great ,, a lovely friend and a helpful therapist.

sometimes richie felt annoying when he talked about his problems, because everyone knew beverly had it worse. her dad was ... less than stellar. but sometimes he got overwhelmed and needed to tell someone ,, and beverly was usually the best choice.

richie typed in his password ,, 0000 ,, and hopped onto instagram. the first photo he was presented with was betty and her friends at the beach.

on a whim, he went to the search and looked up edward kaspbrack.

nothing.

however, there was an account called @soniakaspbrack .

now kaspbrack isn't exactly the most common of last names, so obviously richie tapped on the account.

he was faced with multiple pictures of an overweight woman, a few with a young boy as well.

richie tapped on the most recent picture, and he saw little eddie kaspbrack next to who richie assumed to be his mother. the boy was clearly younger, maybe 10, and he was standing on a stage and holding what looked like a spelling bee trophy.

the kid wasn't smiling, rather he looked like he was about to piss himself.

the caption read "edward wins the state spelling bee for the second year! i'm so proud of him" with a lot of cheerful emojis. richie, after cackling like a hyena, screenshotted the post and sent it to betty, who sent him a long line of keyboard smashing. it looked like this:

IM CRYINGJDIFHJLKSHDLISFOMGHGIRUFLHD

and with that, richie turned his phone off, and started to eat his ice cream.

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oh my god thank u again for 1k views!! i never would of thought it would blow up like that but here we are :) check out my other stories quarantine and muted if u'd like and have a fantastic day!

i love u !!!

-maia :]