That summer in Derry (Reddie) (Stenbrough)

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹: 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞

Richie's point of view:

  I woke up and heard soft snores next to me. I panicked. I was confused I didn't remember anyone even acknowledging I was home the night before. I was laying there for a few moments, trying to remember who this person was or why I was sleeping with them.

  I felt a small arm wrapped around my waist. I gathered my courage and slowly flipped my body over to face whoever was on the other side of my bed. I could see messy brown hair and as I looked down I could see dark brown eyes.

"E-Eddie?" I accidentally say. My face burns red as I try to figure out why he was laying next to me.

  I slowly lift his arms up and get out of my bed. I don't remember him coming here... I don't remember us having a sleepover in the same bed either.

  He's sleeping like a baby. I think to myself. I wanted to wake him up, but I didn't know what to say. Plus, I smell like sweat every time I wake up ever since mom made me use that thick blanket, and Eddie and sweat don't miss together well.

  I start to walk to the bathroom but notice he still had his shoes on, and think of how my mom would kill me if she found out I got shit on my white sheets.

  I walk to the side of the bed where he was laying and start to take off his shoes. I then carefully pull his socks off and roll them up in his shoes. I was surprised he didn't wake up, especially since I'm not the most graceful when it comes to... anything.

Come on Rich, come on... you have to remember something.

  Maybe something bad happened and he snuck in? I wouldn't be surprised if his mom had tried to drug him. But why me? Why not Stanley or Billy?

I run my hand through my hair and decide a shower will help me think, and by the look of it Ed would be asleep for a long time.

I walk across the hall and open my bathroom door. I think mom and dad have work today... which meant he was home alone (his sister was never home during the day). Well, home alone with Eddie.

I finish my shower and head back across the hall to my room, and as I open the door to my bedroom, I notice his shoes were gone.

I tilt my head and look at the now wide open window. I walk to the bed and check the blankets.

He had left while I was in the shower. "Wow, didn't expect him to be a one night stand kind of guy." I say rubbing the back of my neck.

I throw my p.j.'s in my laundry basket and sit back down on my bed.

"Your going crazy. He wasn't here. You're imagining things. He would never, EVER, want to sleep in the same bed as you. He hates even being near you." I say to myself.

I convince myself it wasn't real. I couldn't be, it's Eddie.

I fall back on the bed and something plastic stabs my spine. "What the hell?" I reach my hand under the blanket and pull out an inhaler.

I smirk and grab my backpack. As I stuff the inhaler inside I whisper to myself, "I underestimated you my friend... it seems your mom's not the only one who can't resist me."

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Eddie's point of view:

I'm riding my bike as fast as I can the wind blowing my already messy hair into my eyes.

I had woke up and found Richie gone, so I grabbed my shoes (that were somehow off) and climbed back out of the window. It wasn't as smooth as I had wanted it to be getting down but I had managed you use the ladder to climb back down.

By the time I had gotten home I couldn't breathe and I reached into my pocket for my inhaler.

Of course. You left it. You left the fucking inhaler.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. I snuck into someone's house, looked through their things, and slept in their BED. Not to mention escaping my fucking house.

Then it had hit me. I had escaped. I had slept with my friend, and my friend knew I had slept with him. Richie. Knows.

I wish more than ever I had my inhaler on me. I attempt to climb up the drainage pipe back to my window, which I had left open just enough for me to be able to open it from outside.

I shift my body to an uncomfortable position so I'd be able to fit through the window, and fall inside my room. Luckily, I had landed on my collection of hardcover encyclopaedias to break my fall.

I sit up and notice all my medicines still sprawled across my carpet and desperately reach for my inhaler, but before I can use it a loud thumping comes from the stairs.

In a panic I contain my medicines in my pack, and buckle it over my hips.

Suddenly my mom opens my door and looks around my room panicking, "I heard you fall Eddie bear! Are you alright?" She says I'm a shrill voice. I stand up and fix my collar, "Yes mommy... I was just... fixing my encyclopaedias, and one fell." I say rearranging one of the books.

My mom looks at me and smiles, but suddenly her face changed, "Why is your window open Eddie?" She asked staring me down.

In a panic I quickly shut it and pull the curtains over it dimming the light in the room. "I was just needing fresh air is all mom! , it was a-a lovely day!" I say putting on my best grin.

She frowned and handed me some pills, "I got these from the pharmacy, I think they'll help with your nightmares Eddie bear."

I frown and read the label. "Mom I don't want the gazebos anymore. I don't need the-" she puts her hand up to stop me from speaking. "Take the pills Edward." She said with a cold tone. "Didn't you sleep better last night? I snuck one into your lunch yesterday. It's good for you honey. You'll understand when your older..."

I stood there terrified, "Y-You... you drugged my lunch?" I asked my hands shaking.

My mom stood there with a menacing look I her eyes. "Oh Eddie Boo... it was for your own good. Remember how you would come home crying from those awful kids and you just could sle-" I throw one of my encyclopaedias to the floor my whole body staring to shake.

"Bullshit! You keep lying to me!" I scream at her. "You don't care about me! You don't fucking care!" I yell throwing my inhaler at the wall.

Don't cry Eds. Don't cry. Don't ever let her get the satisfaction of making you cry again.

I run to the door pushing past her and I ran downstairs and to the door. I stopped before touching the doorknob.

What if she's right? I was so childish last night. Why did I even leave?

I hear her coming down the stairs. Tump. Thump. Thump.

I have to chose.

I touch the doorknob.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

As soon as I know it I'm running to the side of my house. Grabbing my bike. Ridding.

I didn't have anywhere to go.

I didn't have anybody but my mom.

But kept ridding.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Edit:

Haha that's what she said.  Also sorry this part was short I had finished it but forgot to publish it so that sucks. Anyways thank you for reading I'm not a very good writer but I love writing this fanfic  :)