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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      IT_(2017), IT_-_Stephen_King
  Relationship:
      Eddie_Kaspbrak/Richie_Tozier, Bill_Denbrough/Stanley_Uris
  Character:
      Eddie_Kaspbrak, Richie_Tozier, Bill_Denbrough, Beverly_Marsh, Stanley
      Uris, Mike_Hanlon, Ben_Hanscom
  Additional Tags:
      Eventual_Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual_Happy_Ending, Strangers_to
      Lovers, Music, Pastel_Eddie_Kaspbrak, Punk_Richie_Tozier, Bisexual_Richie
      Tozier, Gay_Eddie_Kaspbrak, Smut, Bisexual_Beverly_Marsh, Underage
      Smoking, Underage_Drinking
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      Published: 2017-11-08 Updated: 2017-11-12 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5925
****** george, the beagle ******
by justheretoreadgayporn_(thesobernone)
Summary
     The one where Bev and Richie live together. She gets them Bon Jovi
     tickets. The show is in New York. They have a dog. They don't have
     anyone to leave the dog with. They meet another group of people who
     were also going to the concert in New York. One of the people from
     this group, Eddie, doesn't like shows and is only coming along
     because he likes New York. He will stay at the hotel while everyone
     is going to the show. He offers himself to take care of the dog.
     Richie falls in love with him. Eddie starts taking care of the dog
     and Richie.
Notes
     Introduction
     Hey guys. I'm new here.
      
     This is my first fanfiction on the site and also my first Reddie
     work, so if I messed up I'm apologizing already.
      
     My fist language is not English and I'm more than 100 percent sure
     that I have a lot of grammatical mistakes going on. If you want, you
     can point them out for me at the comment section, and I will try my
     best to fix all of them.
      
     I don't know how long this is gonna be, but I have at least 15
     chapters in mind, so...
     I don't have an update schedule. I guess it depends on the feedback
     I'm having or my free time.
     If someone feels like helping me out and want to be my beta, I would
     really appreciate :)
      
     Enjoy it xx
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***** why aren't you laughing? *****
Was the sound that woke Richie up. That disgusting sound he was unfortunately
used to waking up with. I mean, how bad it was to wake up to the sound of your
fucking dog licking his ball sacks? As if it wasn't bad enough the fact that
the sound was coming right next to him, close to his bed, like it was trying to
wake him on propose, his dog thought it was a good idea to lick his face right
after.
“Fuck!” Richie groaned, startled, immediately cleaning his right cheek with his
palm.
His dog, a really tiny beagle with a king complex, wiggled his tail and groaned
too, thinking that the upset sound coming from his owner was a clue to start a
fight. He climbed completely on top of Richie, his little paws stepping on his
bare stomach, trying to claw on his face.
"Stop it!" Richie chuckled at his dog stupid attempt to get him. He grabbed his
little body with one hand and putted him on the floor, using his long legs to
keep the dog from climbing back up. "You're small. Deal with it, spawn of
Satan."
Richie got up, ignoring the dog's little offended grows. He stretched his back
and grabbed his bottle glasses from the desk next to his bed, putting on them
while heading to the bathroom. He closed the door on his dog face. He certainly
didn't want to take a piss in front of George. After emptying his bladder, he
brushed his teeth while trying to sing “Paradise City” with a mouth full of
pink toothpaste dripping his chin.
A couple of minutes, and he was done in the bathroom, searching through his
messy as hell closet, praying he would find a clean shirt. He had forgotten to
do the laundry and Beverly told him last month that until he learned to be more
responsible, she wouldn't be doing any chore for him anymore. As a result, he
was stuck with a decent smelling jeans and a Led Zeppelin's shirt that smelled
like cigarrets, sweat and Old Spice cologne. He trowed a dark denim jacket on
his shoulders and grabbed his school bag.
George was laying on the floor, in front of the bedroom's door, his tail
wiggling while he waited for Richie to go downstairs to feed him breakfast.
"C'Mon, you little devil." Richie called and George quickly got up, shaking his
bum all the way down to the kitchen, always trotting in front of Richie, never
behind.
While passing by the living room, Richie saw a blue bra laying on the couch.
George saw it too because he didn't stop running until he had the bra on his
mouth, happily chewing on the blue cetim lace.
"Give me that, you fucking moron..." Richie scowled and grabbed the bra from
the dog's mouth. George, however, didn't seem much interested on giving it
back, so he fought against Richie, biting hard on the bra, refusing to let go.
"That's not yours, we talked about it! If you want to wear girls chotles it's
fine, I won't stop you, but we will buy you them not steal it!"
The dog still didn't let go, clearly defying his owner, so Richie got another
idea.
"Okay, love." He said, walking to the kitchen, leaving his dog on the couch
with the bra on his drooling mouth, looking very confused.
"If that's how you wanna play it, that's fine. Look what I got here." He took a
frozen chicken from the freezer and waved in his dogs direction.
George was jumping on his knees in a matter of seconds, leaving the sooked bra
on the floor. Richie grabbed the bra quickly with one hand and putted the
chicken back in the freezer with the other.
"I'm so smart." He praised himself with a smirk, while George started barking
clearly finding it unfair how things turned out.
"Not really." A voice coming from the living room teased, holding a laugh.
Richie turned around to face Bev. She was standing with her hands on her hips,
looking very amused with the situation. George quickly run to her and started
nipping her knees. She scooped him in her arms, holding him in a safe distance,
so he couldn't lick too much her face.
"You raised him so badly". She said with a playful tone. Her bright red hair
was in a loose pony tail, and she was wearing jeans like him and a long sleeved
black shirt.
"I raised him badly?" Richie sounded completed offended by that, pointing at
himself dramatically with his finger. "Fucking me?"
"Yeah." Bev snorted as George started biting her necklace. "He's just like
you."
"Than he's more than fine." Richie said with a smirk. He grabbed George's red
bowl and poured his dog food before filling his blue bowl with fresh water. The
dog struggled to get off Bev's arms and attacked his food.
"I don't know why are you looking so fucking disgustingly sappy when my dog
just made a pool of drool out of your bra. Your morning must have been fucking
shitty if the highlight of your day was George spit." He told Bev, taking a
pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. "Plus, it's Monday and school's
hell's gates are being held open just for our devilish presence, so don't look
so happy, or they will not let you in.”
“Don't be an asshole, Tozier.” Bev rolled her eyes and stole a cigarette from
him. He gave her a bored look. “I mean, that's impossible. So just don't be an
asshole right now.”
“Well, why the fuck not?” He asked, lighting up his cigarette and taking a deep
breath. The nicotine smell on his shirt was faint, but he surely knew the one
on his mouth was pretty strong even mixed up with the toothpaste scent.
"Because I just got two fucking tickets for Bon Jovi." Bev beamed, stoling
Richie's lighter with shaking fingers of execiment. "My boss got them for her
sons, but they won't make it because they have to be at some fancy ass party.
So she gave me them!"
"Hold the fuck up." Richie closed his eyes, holding a hand to his chest,
pretending he's painting. "Where is it? Because it's more than obvious that Bon
Jovi it's not making a fucking show here, at this shitty town we live."
"It's in New York, you dumb ass." Bev slapped his arm. "I just got a fucking
ticked to Bon Jovi's concert, stop joking around for a second!"
"Want me to be serious? I'll be serious." Richie smiled from ear to ear. Then
looked down at George who was chasing a fly. "We're taking the fucking dog with
us."
"Of course we are!" Bev agreed, sarcastically.
"Are you serious?" Richie asked, stunned.
"Wait, are you serious?" Bev's eyes widened at the question. She didn't think
he was serious, but then again it was Richie after all.
"Yes. I mean, I wasn't, it was a joke but now that I'm actually thinking about
it, where do we gonna leave George?" Richie said, scratching the back of his
head. "George is Satan! No one will take him."
"Mike?" Bev suggested. Richie thought about it. Mike could easily put up with
George's shit because he always put it with Richie's own shit. It wasn't a bad
idea after all.
"We can ask him today at school, to which we are so fucking late for." Richie
said, grabbing his bag. "Where were you by the way this morning?"
Bev giggled.
"I was around. As always." She said taking her red bag that was lying on the
couch.
"You always around." He teased, closing the front door. "If you spend the night
out, what was your bra doing on the couch?"
"It was really late last night and I couldn't decide if I would go with or
without my bra on." Bev said, checkly. "I decided to go without it, in case you
haven't put the pieces yet."
Richie elbowed her playfully, while he opened the door of his car for her to
get in. She showed him her middle finger and climbed up.
They lived in a okay neighborhood. It wasn't nothing fancy or such, but it was
fine. Of course, it had bad people and wasn't exactly pretty, but to them, who
the bad people knew, it was safe, and they don't exactly minded how it looked.
Cats often appeared inside their house and the grass in the front could be
trimmered better, but it was home. Since Richie has turned sixteen, he had been
living with Bev on the little house down the pharmacy street. They both make
together just the enough money for the rent, bills, food and a couple of
drinks, occasionally, on weekends. Bev worked as a hairdresser and Richie had
two jobs; one at a vinyl store and other as a bartender at one of the most
popular clubs in the downtown. Sometimes Richie babysitted his neighbor
daughter for a couple of extra bucks, but he will die before admitted to
anyone. Bev's auntie sometimes sent her some money, so it helped them a little
when things got tight.
Richie and Bev met at the park when they were fifteen. The park was a regular
place where Dom, known as the guy who sell them cigarettes at the time, made
his business spot. They were both after some good Marlboro when they ended up
in an argument about who would keep the last package of them Dom had. Bev won.
Richie looked pissed, so she shared the cigarrets with him. They quickly
befriended after that, specially when they found out that they frequented the
same school.
"People are staring." Bev snorted when Richie parked the car in front of
school. She was right. People were staring. Jocks and cheerleaders usually
didn't pay a lot of attention to them, but pretty much the rest of the entire
school was shooting at least a little glance at their direction. It was not the
car; Richie knew for sure. A lot of them had cars so it wasn't a big deal
having one.
"Yeah, they are." Richie rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed. "They can't help
it. We are hot like hell."
"I'm not sure if that's the case." Bev said, looking around as soon she got out
of the car. Richie quickly went to her side. "Maybe it has something to do with
the prank you pulled on the principal last week. Maybe they found out. You're
are so screwed."
"Please." Richie replied, cocky, a smirk never leaving his face. "Nobody has a
fucking clue. I'm clever as fuck, I'm sure you are well aware of that by now,
otherwise you wouldn't hang out with me."
"Oh, I hang out with you? I thought you hanged out with me." Bev grinned.
"What difference does it fucking makes?" Richie said, taking another cigarette
from his jacket pocket.
Bev looked at him, concerned.
"That's your third." She commented, trying to sound normal.
"You smoked two." He pointed out, with the already lighted cigarette between
his lips, taking a deep smoke.
"I know, but we have to get to class." She said, grabbing his hand.
Richie closed his eyes.
" I'm fully aware of that, Bev. Fucking history. I hate it." He sighed, looking
pained.
"Oh, please. If it was it for you, you'd only have Math and English." Bev
chucked and snagged Richie's cigarette, throwing it on the floor, quickly
stepping on it.
"Because that's the good shit." He answered, like it was obvious, then stopped
for a moment. "Did you just trowed my smoke away?"
"I can't believe you just called Math good shit." Bev looked scandalized, eyes
huge. Then she sighed. "And yes, I did. I'm trying to prevent you from being
expelled. You can thank me latter."
Richie licked his lips, looking into her blue eyes.
"Or I can thank you now." He made a move, grabbing her waist in a tight grip.
"You're disgusting!" Bev exclaimed bewildered, while laughing. She punched him
in the arm, hard, making him let her go.
"I was flirting!" Richie lifted his arms in exasperation, looking hurt. "You
don't like my flirting?"
"No, I don't. You're like my brother, your flirting grosses me out." She said
making puke noises. "Honestly, I don't know why I even bother answering you
because I know you're just as serious as when you apologized to Mrs. Hathaway
yesterday."
"I was truly sorry!" Richie protested, dragging Bev with him to the hallway.
People stared at them inside school too and Richie really thought that the
reason behind it was that he was seriously hot. "Hurry up, Marsh, or we gonna
miss first period."
"Here." Bev took a blue gum from her pocket and shoved to him. "So people can
be spared from your breath."
"I brushed my teeth!" Richie exclaimed, opening his mouth. "Look!"
"I can't see a damn thing, you dumb fuck." She shoved the gum in his mouth,
making Richie choke on it and grab his throw.
"Oh my God!" He screamed and started coughing, drawing people attention towards
them. "Are you trying to kill me?!"
"With a gum? Hardly." Bev snarled, clearly finding it amusing the fact Richie
managed to choke on the gum.
"Maybe not a gum, but a fucking gun can put me down good." He laughed at his
own pun.
"Ha ha." Bev said, opening her locker.
"Why are you so mean to me?" He whined opening his locker as well, snatching
his History book, and a pen.
"Cut it out the drama, Tozier." She said, looking in the crown of students
passing by the hall, and frowned. "Can you manage that?"
"Did you just said menage?" He asked, pretending to be horrified.
"You're not funny." Bev rolled her eyes, still searching the crowd.
"Who are you looking for, anyway?" Richie asked, starting to search in the
crowd as well, even though he had no idea who they are searching for.
"Mike." Bev stated. She looked disappointed. "You're dumb sometimes."
"I'm not dumb." Richie childish complained, but didn't add anything further.
"I sometimes said." Bev corrected him, then smirked. "Well, most of the time,
anyway."
"Shut the fuck up." Richie groaned.
"I got get to class. We will look for Mike at lunch." She said with the books
oh her arms, and headed to her first period class, Math. Uh, Richie was
jealous. He wished his class was Math as well.
The very first thing his History teacher, Mrs. Gomez, said when set a toe on
the classroom was that he was late.
"I know." Richie told her, smiling innocently, while walking lazily to the last
row of desks, sitting next to a girl who looked seriously like a clown with all
her make up. Her business, he though. Although he often made fun of people, he
didn't judge.
Mrs. Gomez didn't even bother herself to give him a warning or such. Just told
him to be quiet, so she could continue her class.
Richie nodded and got his book, placing his notebook on top of it. He grabbed
his pen and started to write down quotes from movies he liked, ignoring
completely the currently class that was going on. It was his last year, and he
had good grades, in most of the subjects, so he knew he could afford not to pay
attention in a few stupid History classes. His English teacher told him he
writes very well, and he could easily make a carrier out of it. Even though
Richie didn't like much to read, only reading a couple of books per year,
because he couldn't sit still for much time, he loved to write and was always
with a pen in hands. He had his red notebook where he used for everything. Bits
of songs, quotes from movies, random thoughts he had that he finds it funny,
things he didn't want to forget and, mostly, short stories about his dog,
George. Since real stories about his dog barking at a plant, like last month,
to fantasies stories about how his dog was an alien with an important mission
given by his alien superiors; finding the function of a birthday cake. He
doesn't have a clue to which college he will apply to, but he's sure that is
going to be one that can appreciate his humor.
The classes pass like a blur to him, loud voices and stupid conversations. When
the lunch bell ringed, he gathered his things and got up, stretching his back.
He sometimes felt like an old guy due the fact he was stretching when he got
up.
His lunch tray consisted in three pizza slices, soda and well, no napkins. He
had forgotten them and was too much of a lazy to got back to get them.
He looked around, looking to either Mike or Bev.
Richie found them sitting together in a table next a wall. With three people he
never saw in his life.
Mike looked good as always, with his jock clothes, broad shoulders and bright
smile. Sitting next to him was a guy with blue eyes, dorky smile and brown
hair. He was looking at Bev like she was the sun and Richie didn't know how he
felt about it. Next to Bev was a curly haired guy, curlier than even Richie,
with a Jewish hat. The guy was talking to a blonde guy, but the blonde seemed
more interested in Bev. Richie found it funny Bev having two guys drooling on
their chins for her.
"You guys planning an orgy or something?" Richie casually asked, pulling a
chair and sitting next to the blond guy, placing his tray on the desk. "Because
I'm bisexual, so if you guys invite me too, I'll pay the same amount of
attention to all of you." He winked.
The blue-eyed who was looking at Bev like she was his world gasped.
"W-w-what do y-you m-mean?" He stuttered and Richie realized it wasn't because
he was nervous.
"I meant what I said." Richie winked at the blonde direction and the boy
blushed. "Who the fuck are you people?"
Mike rolled his eyes and glared at Richie. "Stop being rude."
"I'm just asking a question!" Richie protested loudly, while chewing messily on
his pizza.
"Beep beep, Richie." Bev said calmly, her darted gaze traveled behind Richie.
Richie, being the nosy and curious person he was, turned around to see what Bev
was staring.
Turns out it wasn't a what but who she was looking at. It was a really small
boy, maybe 5'4 tops, with Bambi brown eyes and soft dark brown hair. He was
wearing a salmon sweater that matched his tanned skin and his white shoes were
impeccable. He was delicately holding his tray who had a sandwich and an apple
with some orange juice on top of it. He looked soft. Richie didn't know he
liked soft until now. He liked even more when the boy sat next to him.
***** the pretty boy with the salmon sweater and the bitchy attitude *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys
     Thank you so much for all the kudos and comments first of all! They
     really motivated me to write the next chapter asap!
     I'm trying to fix all my grammar mistakes, and I think I found me a
     beta, so the mistakes won't be here for long
     I wanted to clear a few things out, like the fact that Richie's humor
     is much more darker here and Eddie does have a really bitch attitude
     and is spoiled a lot by his group of friends, so yes a little bit ooc
     (think of him like an icy queen) haha
     Also they usually don't make fun of Eddie's hyponcondriac condition
     bc I wanted that way lol
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 2
"Wow. You're fucking cute. And hot." Richie blurted, looking dazzled, when the
new guy wasn't even settled on the table yet. Bev slapped him on the arm, hard.
"Ow!"
 
"Why can't you have some manners?" She retailed angrily, then turned to Bill, a
sweet smile on her lips. "I can't take him anywhere, I swear."
 
The cute looking boy seemed startled, painting a little, his hands curling
tight in his lap nervously. Then, his rosy lips twisted, making he look angry.
"W-what kind of asshole says something like that to someone they never saw
before? That's not even blunt, it's just pure rudeness, honestly!" He said,
then blushed violently.
 
Richie gasped, looking stunned in front of the kid's outburst. The kid had no
confidence at all when he started talking, but by the end of the sentence his
voice was firm, and his eyes were still soft, which made Richie squirms in his
seat, feeling hot.
"Eddie, calm down." The blonde guy said, finally driving apart his gaze on Bev,
who's eyes still shot daggers to Richie, trying to shut him up. Waste of time.
"Y-you are c-cute, Ed-die." The blue-eyed boy said to his apparently friend, a
smile never leaving his face. "People notice that, too."
"No!" Eddie still complained, not backing down from his stiff pose. "I'm sure
he's fucking with me."
"No, not yet, gorgeous." Richie said, face lighted up with adoration, trying to
reach Eddie's chair to put a arm around it. "But I'm not making fun of you, I
promise. You're truly cute."
"Mike!" Eddie whistled, looking haunted. His cheeks were getting redder and
redder by each sentence that came out of Richie's smart mouth. "He's flirting
with me! Make him stop, he's embarrassing me!"
"Richie." Mike stated, looking to his inconvenient friend tiredly. "Stop
embarrassing Eddie. It's the first time I brought my two group of friends
together, so be nice." Then he turned around to face Eddie as well. "Eddie,
stop making a scene. You're the cutest person ever."
Everyone burst in a loud laugh because of Eddie's shocked face, the little boys
mouth hanging open and his eyebrows frowned at Mike, clearly pissed at his
humor attempt. The boy with a Jewish hat patted him on the shoulder, trying to
comfort him even thought he was laughing his ass off like everybody else. Bev
was shaking her head with a smirk hanging on her lips, then mouthed "you're an
asshole" to Richie who shuddered, didn't seem worried at all.
"I'm Stan." The boy with the Jewish hat said, offering Richie his hand. "Since
no one bothered to introduce me, I will do it myself."
"I'm Ben." The blond guy said but waved at Richie instead of offering his hand
like Stan did. "This is Bill." He pointed to the blue-eyed boy next to him.
"My name is Richie!" He quickly introduced himself, then winked at Eddie. "But
you can call me anything you like."
"Uh." Eddie whimpered, closing his eyes.
"Can I pet your hair?" Richie asked straightforwardly, already lifting his
right hand in the boy's head direction. He couldn't help it. Eddie's hair
looked really soft and Richie was dying to feel it, even if the boy slapped his
hand away, would it be worth for sure.
"I'm not a dog for you to pet." The boy replied, sounding genuinely annoyed
now. He bit his sandwich, chewing calmly and swallowed before adding in a
surprising polite tone: "Go pet your mom."
"Oh! Didn't see that coming." Stan cheered shortly and took a book from his bag
then opened it, and begun reading like nothing was happening. He made an grumpy
sound when he saw that his book had watermarks and started strongly rubbing on
it.
"I did." Mike said, shaking his head. He was also eating pizza today. Cheese,
instead of pepperoni like Richie. "Richie is pushing him bad." He knew it
Richie very well so as a result he also knew he was a step before of making
Eddie lost his cool. Mike was looking forward to it because he always wondered
what was like putting Eddie, his little cute germophobic and easily triggered
friend, in contrast with Richie, his loud degenerate and shameless pal. He was
sure Eddie would slap Richie in the face until the end of the week.
"Could you guys stop talking like I'm a TV character, please? I will murder all
of you, I swear to fucking God..." Eddie grumped and took a bite of his red
shiny apple, chewing a bit before cursing shortly after, loudly.
"What's wrong?" Bill asked looking actually concerned to Richie's disbelief,
who was slowly starting to realize that Eddie was the group's baby, naturally
spoiled. Richie was used to take care of himself so it was weird to him to
watch people being taken care of.
"I just bit my tongue by accident." He whined and took a box of baby wipes from
his school bag that was settled between his legs under the table, pressing
tightly the tissue on his tongue and hummed softly, then quickly put it on back
in the box.
"Eddie, I'm not sure you can put these on your tongue like that." Mike was the
first one to comment at Eddie's odd behave, lifting a hand to brush Eddie's
hair from his forehead due the fact they were falling on all the shorter boy's
face.
"Yeah, they are sterilized, I guess." Bev also commented and waved her hand in
a hastily manner. "Kid probably gonna be fine, though."
Eddie sighed, looking exasperated.
"That's exactly my point! I can't let the wound on my mouth be exposed to the
germs guys. I'm also eating lunch, so it's like ten times worst!" He squeaked
looking down at his half-eaten sandwich and almost untouched apple.
Richie couldn't believe this guy.
"How did you managed to bite your tongue while eating an apple?" Ben grinned,
trying to sound curious instead of amused to not piss of Eddie even further.
"I don't fucking know." Eddie mumbled embarrassed then started to check on his
nails. "They are so dry." He blurted, sadly. His nails were clearly shining so
Richie couldn't help roll his eyes, even though he found it absolutely adorable
the pout now forming on the boy's pink mouth.
"They look fine to me." Richie rolled his eyes and bit on his third and last
slice of pizza.
"Is that so?" Eddie challenged, turning to his side, so he was face to face
with Richie, and he looked like he was about to lecture Richie on how his nails
weren't fine because of some motive that Richie honestly could not care more,
because he had bigger things to deal at the moment like keep himself from
drooling all his chin. The taller boy's sucked his breath between his teeth as
an almost instantly reaction to having this boy face so close to him, being
able to look carefully to each detail he had missed before like his little
pointed teeth and thick eyelashes, taking in the strawberry scent that more
than obviously emanated from him, and...
"What are you looking at?" Eddie asked, inpatient, his bickering dying fast on
his tongue and being replaced by this defensive tone he almost always used,
when he first noticed that Richie was staring at him weirdly.
"Hmm." Richie hummed amused, not feeling self-conscious at all because of
Eddie's question, actually enjoying the bitchy attitude he was receiving from
this little boy. When people approached Richie, girls most of the time, they
were always giggling and touching his arm, never ever someone had before
trashed him like that. And now here it was this boy, this moody, cute boy,
trying very hard to shut him up from his flirting and jokes with his simply
delicious attitude.
Eddie seemed to have found a new way to get away from Richie's jokes, he just
ignored him, focusing on finishing his lunch, while he listened to his friends
chat but clearly not paying any attention to it. Richie, for once, finally shut
his mouth for a while, just staring at Eddie's face. He was also picturing
that, when everyone got up to get to they respectively class, he would finally
be able to see the height difference between him and Eddie, knowing that it
will be very noticeable, he was already coming up with short people jokes on
his mind. He was wondering if Eddie would slap him on the arm or insult him.
Either way, he couldn't wait to find out.
The rest of the group just watched Richie and Eddie's interaction in silence,
each one of them getting their own perspective out of it. Bev, knowing Richie
for almost three long years, was totally sure that her basket case of a friend
wouldn't stop until he hooked up with Eddie, Richie being known by his
insistence, and also noticed that Richie was amused, sure, by Eddie but that
wasn't all. Her best friend had a curious expression on his face every time
Eddie did or said something, remembering her the Richie she used to know,
before his crap parents and the honest and cruel world inevitably took away
some of his ingenuity, making him tough by adaption. She unfortunately knew
that, in the pass, his jokes were made to make people laugh and now, were
blurted out constantly without a care with the solid and only propose to server
as some kind of armor so people couldn't get to his emotional, vulnerable,
almost angry side. The side of someone that knew what to be abandoned was and
also knew what it is to abandon, even if having no choice. Already had both,
crude, at such a young age, the age most things have bigger reactions, ink
deeper on skin. Bev didn't know Eddie, being introduced to him just a moment
ago by Mike, but if that was Richie's now unconscious choice, Eddie would it be
just like a young brother to her no matter what.
"They are also going to the city that never sleeps, Rich." Bev half joked,
finally explaining to Richie why she was so comfortable sitting with this new
crew, and smiled widely.
"They are going to see our, oh so damn good, Jon Bon Jovi, just like us?"
Richie dramatized, holding his hands together. "You guys wanna go on this so
peaceful and magical journey with us, that will probably end up in either some
good orgy or suicide?"
Bev, Mike and the blondie, Ben, were laughing their ass of while Bill chuckled,
politely, looking at Stan who was currently bitting his lips to hold back his
laugh.
"You a-are so f-funny, Richie." Bill said, shaking his head. Richie smirked,
cocky.
"Do you have an orgy kink or something? You mentioned orgy in two sentences in
less than fifteen minutes." Eddie snorted clearly not amused, getting his nose
up. He didn't seem to appreciate his friends laughing at Richie's jokes. Richie
couldn't wait to have him moaning under him, having all this ice queen act
fucked right out of him through breathy moans and...
"No, I don't have an orgy kink." Richie replied and licked his lips, his eyes
getting darker. "Although I can truly appreciate such an amazing group act like
that, I prefer the same old fuck with only two people involved." He hinted,
looking at Eddie's brown eyes hungrily.
Eddie's voice died in his throw, and he looked down at his hands, waiting
anxiously to Richie stop talking like that before he blushed in a pathetic
manner in front of all his friends. Richie lifted his eyebrows now getting that
Eddie liked to make rude and snob comments and when got putted in place with
intensity he backed down, looking soft and embarrassed. God, Richie just wanted
to eat him all up, he was feisty and dainty and was going to be his death.
"Is just simply better to pay attention to only one person at a time, you can
make they come harder when payed the right..." Richie added further, now final
getting Eddie to choke and blush violently, before being shut down by Bev.
"Stop being such a pervert! We're having fucking lunch, you retarded." She
slapped him again, twice harder this time.
"Stop slapping me, woman." Richie said, rubbing his arm, and adjusted his
glasses. "I'm sure one of these days you gonna kill me."
"I like you, Richie. You made me stop reading my book to actually listen all
the crap you say." Stan said, closing his book, and smiled. "Guess it's not
gonna be that bad going to New York with you."
"Wait, they going to the show with us?" Richie's face lighted up, his eyes huge
like he had just received a Christmas present he was waiting all year to get.
"Well, Eddie's not going to the show. He just wanna hang out in New York, but
the rest of us are definitely going..." Ben explained, giving Eddie a sweet and
understanding smile. "Eddie doesn't like crowed places, he says it's easy to
get diseases."
"Being close to people's sweat and dirt it's not really my thing." Eddie said,
and sighed, his eyebrows frowned. "Besides, I don't think I could get enough
alcohol in gel to apply every five minutes."
Richie didn't joke about that just yet. He did thought it was really fucked up
that Eddie couldn't enjoy some random thing like a show just because of his
obvious hypochondriac condition.
"We could carry the gel it for you, if you want." Bull gently offered, his eyes
kind.
"Nah." Eddie tried to laugh it off. "I also really don't want to be brushed
constantly against bars and other people. But thanks Billy."
Bill flinched for a second, remembering the way Georgie used to call him, and
held back a sob that appeared on his already tight throw. Stan was the only one
to notice. Bill usually hide it very well when things like that happen, but
maybe Stan was paying more attention to his friend then he supposedly should.
He reached to grab Bill's hand under the table, giving him a comforting
squeeze. Bill didn't look down at their tangled hands but didn't pull them back
either. It was like he was accepting Stan's help without realizing it.
"Also I don't think you would be able to see it very well." Richie crooked a
devilish smile, and looked at Eddie. "Don't you think, cutie?"
Eddie gritted his teeth, already knowing where this was going to head.
"And why is that?" He asked in false sweetness and baited his eyelashes,
clearly challenging Richie to finish his joke.
"You wouldn't see a fucking thing because you're the size of a hobbit." Richie
proudly said, and laughed, like really laughed, clapping hands and all.
"Fuck you." Eddie squeaked, angry and embarrassed at the same time. "I'm not
going anywhere with this...with this..."
"Are you okay there, Juliet?" Richie chuckled, making fun of Eddie's loss of
words and placed a hand on his heart. "You wound me deeply when you talk like
that, y'know?"
"Richie, don't push it." Mike said, shaking his head. "You have to be nice to
him."
"I'm being nice!" Richie exclaimed, and finished off his soda with one long
gulp then burped right next to Eddie.
"You're disgusting!" That finally seemed to push Eddie over the edge, because
the small boy grabbed his tray determined and got up, clearly ready to leave
the table. He shot Richie one last icy glare and took of, leaving his tray on
the lunch counter before storming out the cafeteria. Richie stared at his ass
until he disappeared. He really wanted a smoke right now.
"Great job, Richie!" Bev was the first one to said something, and she looked
like she was ready to strangle him with her bare hands. "We didn't even had the
chance to ask him."
"Ask him what?" Richie sounded a little angry now that Eddie has left. He
didn't know why, though. Just killed his mood a bit.
"Mike said that since Eddie is not going to the show, he could stay at the
hotel with George while we're gone." Bev said and rolled her eyes. "But I doubt
he will help us to take care of your fucking dog now."
Yeah, whatever. Richie was not sure if he said that out loud or just thought of
doing it.
Chapter End Notes
     So that was it guys. I think I traveled to much from humor to angst
     but that's the beauty of it right? no? okay
     richie sometimes has mood swings but he's not bipolar or something
     like that
     further I will explain why the hell they don't just leave the fucking
     dog on a dog hotel or something
     Richie just really loves george okay? and doesn't thrust him to
     strangers
     hope you guys have a good day!
     byee xx
End Notes
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