richie eyed the boy carefully, not wanting for him to see richie and then for it to be awkward. he decided to skip the vinyls until the end, or maybe just another time. but just before he had gotten ready to turn around and look at the display of cassettes, eddie turned around too. he looked at richie for a brief moment. it seemed like maybe eddie wasn't expecting to see rich, but if he were to bump into him anywhere, the music store would be in the top five.
eddie had a blank face, monotonous. "hi," he said simply, raising up his hand for a short wave. richie nodded shyly, replying with a quiet, "hey." richie was somewhat shy, especially when he wasn't with other people. and especially in awkward situations like these. eddie had something tucked under his arm; a record case wrapped in plastic that richie couldnt make out the cover of from the angle he was at. eddie caught him staring at it and pulled it out to show him.
"goodbye yellow brick road, elton john." eddie said softly, looking down at the cover as he held it out for richie to see. "do you listen to him?" he asked rich, holding the record between his thumb and fingers hanging from his side.
richie shrugged. "not really. once, i guess." eddie raised his eyebrows curiously. "really? you don't like him?"
he shook his head. "eh, not a fan." richie said bluntly.
"then what do you like?" eddie asked. richie looked behind him. the store old, maybe from the forties even, with remodeling of course. one of the things that were preserved was the listening booth. it was nice. it wasn't small, it was a big room with glass windows on three sides. inside there was a record player, a stero, an amp and a microphone. to test everything before you bought it if you wanted to.
richie started to turn and walk toward the store owner, assuming eddie would follow. the guy looked up as richie approached him. he pointed to the room and the guy nodded and looked back down at his work. richie pushed open the door and stepped inside, then held it for eddie.
"thank you." richie kneeled down to a milk crate of vinyls on the ground next to the player. he filed through the examples, knowing at least something he listened to would be there. "here." he said to himself, taking one from the box and standing up. eddie stood a few feet behind, waiting patiently for richie to put the record on and play it. richie carefully pulled the vinyl out of it's sleeve and gently set it on the turntable. richie squinted, making sure it was at the right rpm. he switched the lever to start, and raised the arm as the record slowly started to spin. he dropped the arm down on the record and adjusted the volume.
the sound of the guitar rang around the room. eddie looked around, but listened intently. "what is this?" he asked. richie sat on the bench at the left side of the booth.
"it's guns n' roses." richie replied, and started to mess with the hem of his shirt.
"it's different," eddie said, and richie looked up, thinking he didn't like it. "it's good, i like it." eddie finally moved from the spot he was at and stepped forward to look at the record spin. he set the vinyl down on the table beside the player. "what's the song called?" eddie asked, turning to richie.
"uhm, paradise city." neither of them said anything after that, they just listened to the music fill their ears. the song changed twice, but the boy's stayed where they were and listened. suddenly, eddie glanced at his watch. "oh- i've gotta go now or my mom's gonna murder me." eddie said. he waved to richie as he opened the door to leave. "thank you." richie opened his mouth to say something back, but the door squeaked and then shut.
richie glanced at the record player and then sighed. he stood up to take it off. as he took the arm off the vinyl richie had noticed that the elton john album was on the table. you've gotta be kidding me, he thought, is this kid cinderella? richie sighed again and after he put appetite for destruction back in the crate, he picked up goodbye yellow brick road. richie flipped it to the back to see the price. the thing cost a whole 9 dollars. and that was all he had on him, save for a few odd coins. richie walked out the door to the counter and then placed the album down. the cashier raised an eyebrow, recognizing rich.
"elton john?" he asked skeptically, but moved his hands to open up the till. "its a gift." richie said. the guy nodded, taking the wad of bills from richie's hand. "there ya go," he said, handing two pennies back to richie along with the recipt. richie nodded in thanks and stuffed the things into his pocket. richie dragged the lp off the counter.
richie pushed open the door and walked around the building to his bike. he sat down and held the record down carefully with a bungee cord. man, i'm sure doing a lot of favours today. someone's gonna owe me.
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a/n: OKAY DONT HATE ME ik this one was short but i was feeling unmotivated and just wanted to out something out on time lmfao. so i hope you can bare with this while i work the next chapter. im gonna aim for 2k+ soooo hopefully that happens. anywho ty for readingg
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Fanfiction"jesus, is this a fuckin john hughes movie?" . . . . . . in which eddie and richie meet in a cinderella-esque fashion, and continue to bump each other like a strange case of groundhog day. started: aug 03 2020 pastel!eddie x punk!richie (kinda) tw...
