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Lover

Warning: Homophobic slurs

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Eddie quickly exited the pharmacy door, the usual ding sounding above him as he burst out onto the sidewalk. 

A whole mix of emotions overcame him as he stared down at his cast. 
How could he have been so stupid?
Did he really think that Greta Bowie would just sign her name and a little note saying 'hey sorry for being such an asshole to you for  5 years:)'
Eddie could feel the tears of frustration start to prick his eyes.
But boys don't cry...right?

So he sucked it up, gripping his pasty white paper bag in his small hand all the way home. Once he got home he was immediately bombarded by his mother per usual, asking if he was ok and if he had gotten his medication.

Eddie always replied ''yes mommy." Then Sonia would hug him and let him go up to his room. Somehow he had managed to hide the big giant LOSER that was strewn across his freshly white cast. 
Eddie couldn't help but stare down at the big black letters.

Greta's words would always replay in his head like a mixtape.

"You're a loser and you always will be Kaspbrak! Along with all your faggot friends!"

"You paint your nails? You're such a girly boy! Faggot."

Eddie never thought being a girly boy was a bad thing until she had always bullied him for it. He didn't want to accept the fact that maybe he was because that would mean she was right. He didn't want her to have the satisfaction of knowing she was right this whole time.

Just because he liked to paint his nails with Beverly and she try on her dresses doesn't mean he was a 'girly boy'....right?

Eddie let out a loud sigh and then stared out his window. Ever since the indecent at the Neibolt house his Mom hadn't let him leave the house except to get his meds.

But Eddie wanted to be rebellious today. He needed to see someone or he might mentally and physically combust. So before his brain could process a logical way to sneak out of the house, Eddie was climbing out his window. He gripped onto the wooden plant holder and the wines that grew up the side of his house. Once he was a good enough distance he jumped to the ground and then quietly grabbed his bike from the side of the house. 

How hard could it be riding a bike with a cast?
Although a bike handle has so many germs on it and could get his cast dirty or possibly cause an infection.

Thousands of possibilities ran through Eddie's mind as he casually pedaled down his street. It took him a few tries but he got it. Eddie then went through the Losers in a mental list. Who was available and could make him feel better? He thought about Ben and Mike, they always had the kind words that would help him out.

Though today, Eddie needed a little something extra. 
He needed Richie. 

Even if Eddie didn't always admit it, Richie has a soft side and is actually very empathetic and kind. In his own special way. 

Eddie pulled up to Richie's house and climbed up the steps to the front door. He gave a small knock with his good arm and waited. After a few minutes he knocked louder. A very drunk and very pissed looking Maggie Tozier had opened the door.

"H-hello I was wondering of Richie was home...?" Eddie asked timidly, the older women's cold stare making him uncomfortable.

"Sorry, you just missed him. He left...." Maggie paused "Well actually I don't know where he is and frankly." Then she slammed the door shut, leaving Eddie frustrated and upset.