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reddieorrnot · 5 years ago

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4 for the reddie prompts please! Xx

here you go!! this is number 4 off of this prompt list.

i got so many prompt requests so fast omg i like to make these so long too,, i’ll try and get as many done asap and i hope you like this!! “My parents are going out of town this weekend.”

Eddie looked up from the comic book in his hands, and glanced over to Richie. The teen was lying on his bed, throwing a ball into the air and catching it before it fell on his face. Eddie found it humorous how Richie’s feet nearly hung over the foot of his bed, his height seemed to have betrayed his desire to keep the same bed throughout adolescence. When Eddie didn’t answer, Richie sat up and continued to speak.

“My dad’s got some dentist convention and my mom wanted to go. Doesn’t that sound so dumb, a dentist convention? What’re they gonna do, inspect each other’s teeth? See who can brush the best?” Richie looked genuinely confused, which prompted a giggle from Eddie who set down the borrowed comic.

They had been spending all afternoon at Richie’s, it being originally a plan for Eddie to receive some tutoring, but the two had finished way earlier than expected. It bewildered Eddie, how good at math Richie was. The boy only needed to learn a lesson once before being able to do the problems, along with applying further thinking with more difficult questions.

He would never admit it to anyone, but Eddie always stared in awe and amazement as Richie knit together his eyebrows ad solved his homework in record time. And apparently, Richie was also good at explaining how to answer the problem, because Eddie felt much more confident in his abilities after an hour of getting homework help from Richie. Neither one felt particularly in favor of ending their hanging out, so they decided to just relax in Richie’s room until Eddie needed to leave.

“I bet you’d do great in their teeth brushing contest, my little hygiene freak.” Richie crawled over to where Eddie was, sitting on the edge of the bed. Before Eddie could stop him, Richie brought his hand up and pinched Eddie’s cheek with a smile.

“Oh, stop it, Rich,” Eddie swat the hand away from his face, thinking about Richie’s comment. He secretly found pride in how clean his mouth was, and how pearly white his teeth were. He didn’t do the whole routine night and day for nothing.

“Come on, Eds. You know you would, you got a yapper so squeaky clean I bet kissing you would be like a minty oasis!”

It was stuff Richie said like that which made Eddie’s flutter, or the heat in his body to rise to his cheeks. Richie always was a flirt, saying things Eddie knew he didn’t mean. But there were moments where Richie would say something, something that indicated Richie had to think about his words, and it would leave Eddie damn near breathless.

“Shut up, and that isn’t my name,” was all Eddie could muster before returning his attention to the comic in his hands.

Richie had scooted over right next to Eddie, peeking at the comic and reading along. He must have gotten bored because soon Richie started speaking again.

“Maybe I should move everything in the house two inches to the left while they’re gone and see if they notice when they’re back…” Richie pondered, rolling onto his side and looking up at Eddie. As stupid as it was, it made Eddie giggle.

“That’s so dumb. But it sounds like something you’d do,” Eddie let out an exasperated sigh.

“They’d be so confused! Bumping into everything!” Richie exclaimed while rolling off the bed.

He stood to his feet and put on his best impression of his father, Went Tozier. “Here I am back in my home from my dentist convention, where I earned an award for farthest stethoscope up my ass-”

“Dentist don’t use stethoscopes, Richie,” Eddie cocked an eyebrow in amusement, only to be shushed by Richie.

“Guess I’ll just go and sit in my favorite chair! One I don’t even have to look at to sit in!” Richie then professionally strutted to an invisible chair, in a way that Eddie had to laugh at because it indeed did look like the way Went walked. Richie then mimed going to sit down, but landing right on his butt instead. He then put on a shocked expression, “Blasphemy! Could’ve sworn this chair was more to the right! Am I insane?”

Perhaps it was the voice, or the expression, or the concept of it all, but Eddie started to laugh so hard he fell back onto the bed holding his sides. Between the giggles, Eddie could hear Richie scrambling up and moving over to his side. Once Eddie’s laughter died down, he turned his head over to see his lanky best friend lying right next to him, Richie had the stupidest grin on his face.

“When I’m a big and famous comedian, and you’re my arm candy, I’ll be able to pick out your laughter at all my shows.”

Eddie hoped Richie couldn’t sense the nerves radiating off of the smaller boy.

“Like enough people will find you funny for you to have shows,” Eddie teased.

“Of course they will, Eds! And if not, I’m sure they’ll come for your cuteness,” That earned Richie a shove in the arm.

“You’re so weird, and stop calling me that. Your parents go out of town and the first thing you wanna do is alter the whole house by a few inches. Other teens would do other things,” Eddie rolled his eyes as he brought back their focus to the original topic. Richie’s eyes flickered with thought, filling Eddie with a mix of intrigue and anxiety.

“Okay, then I’ll do something other teens would do.”

Eddie’s brown eyes widened in fear, zoning in on Richie, something that could be easily mistaken for excitement. “Are you going to have a party?”

Although he opened his mouth to answer, the ringing of a phone cut Richie off before he even began. Just like that, Eddie’s attention was fixated somewhere else, and the discussion was over.

***

A few days later, Eddie lay on his own bed, listening to music play in his earphones. It had been a playlist Richie had made him, claiming he needed to expand his musical interests. And while Eddie didn’t like all the songs, he did like that Richie had sat down and made him this. At the first chorus of Boys Don’t Cry by The Cure, Eddie heard a phone ring. He thanked the universe that his mother wasn’t home, knowing she wouldn’t be happy with such noise blaring throughout the house. Abandoning his music, Eddie made his way over to the phone and lifted it to his ear.

“Now which of the stunning Kaspbraks am I speaking to?” Richie's voice filled the air around Eddie, familiar and deep.

“God, I hope you don’t usually start off like that, my mother would probably have a stroke.”

Richie laughed, “Oh, don’t worry your pretty head, Eddie Spaghetti. With all the things your mother and I do, I’ve come to learn that that woman's heart can take anything.”

Eddie’s face twisted in disgust, “You got a reason for calling me, Trashmouth? Or can I hung up and cut short your comments about my mom?”

“One day you’ll accept my ravishing romance with Ms. Kaspbrak,” Richie purred and had been any other statement in that tone, Eddie would have melted. Instead, he simply muttered a refusement, one that went ignored, nonetheless. “I’m calling you on this fine day to see if you can come over tonight? Possibly sleepover?”

“I’m not helping you move everything over two inches,” Eddie simply replied, getting ready to hang up the phone.

“Good, because I wasn’t gonna ask you. Think you can come?”

As much as Richie teased and joked, Eddie would never pass up a request to go over to his best friend’s house, especially sleepover. He found himself spending hours laughing at Richie’s jokes, eating things from his pantry that Eddie’s mother would faint at, and listening to the ramblings Richie went on. It all was Eddie’s own bliss, something he would never say out loud. But the concept spoke volumes loud enough in his own mind.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. What time?”

“Come around nine, and don’t wear or bring pajamas,” Richie said.

“Huh?”

“Just dress cute, like you usually do but even cuter. And don’t bring anything, I’ll let you borrow clothes or whatever.”

There was a beat of hesitation on Eddie’s part before he spoke, “Um, okay. You’ve got my spare toothbrush in your bathroom right?”

For reasons Eddie didn’t understand, Richie chuckled at the question. “Of course I do, never touch it. Remember, dress pretty, cutie!”

Before any questions could be asked, Richie had already hung up, leaving Eddie with his confusion alone. He put the phone down and looked over his shoulder toward the clock, he had about an hour to get ready and head over to Richie’s. He’d make sure to leave a note on the fridge for his mother, stating that he went over to Bill’s for movie night and would spend the night there. He would probably get yelled at for something so short notice and absent of her permission, but there wasn’t much else to do. So then Eddie commenced on picking out an outfit.

He supposed that he and Richie would probably go see some sort of movie or something, as they’ve done many times before. He didn’t get why he had to specifically dress nicely, though. He never got those instructions before they went to the movies.

You dress nicely for dates, a voice in Eddie’s head said.

He quickly repressed the thought and went to work in his closet.

Over time, he eventually settled on a pair of high waisted jeans, one of his favorite pairs, He liked the way it made his thighs look (and his ass), and dressing nicely to Eddie meant tapping into his confidence. He then picked out a dress shirt, one that was vertically striped with yellow, black, and white. Eddie then remembered some fashion advice Beverly once gave him, as he looked into the mirror. He tucked the dress shirt into his pants, and popped open the collar.

He immediately looked less like a businessman and more like those men in movies that always made Eddie blush. Wanting to top it all off, Eddie grabbed a belt he usually wore with pants that were too big and slid into the holes of his jeans.

He looked… hot.

A bubble of self-assurance formed in Eddie, as he shot himself a grin in the mirror. Whether Richie planned on them seeing a movie or what, Eddie was going to be hanging out in style. Picking out his outfit had taken a lot longer than Eddie had expected, noticing on the clock that he had about fifteen minutes to work on his facial appearance before needing to start walking over to the Tozier household.

Rushing into the bathroom, Eddie dug through the cabinets of medication until he reached what he had been looking for.

Eddie’s mother hated his curly hair, claiming it had to be neatly compact and short. But in a desire for adventure, or as much as he could get, Eddie had bought a hair product behind her back for volumizing curls. He swallowed nervously, placing the right amount into his palm and running it through his hair. As he finished and started to style it in the mirror, Eddie felt pleased with how he looked. For safety measures, he then brushed his teeth and did a few rounds of mouthwash. He couldn’t be sure that Richie truly did have Eddie’s emergency toothbrush in his bathroom, even if Eddie had forced him into never touching it a few weeks prior.

Soon Eddie was leaving his house and making his way over to Richie’s.

At first, he didn’t really notice it. Maybe his head was just somewhere else, daydreaming or wandering in thought. But it wasn’t long until Eddie saw how many cars were parked on the streets approaching Richie’s house. Even then, he didn’t think too much about it.

Some dumbass is probably just having a party, Eddie thought.

It wasn’t until he was standing in front of Richie’s house, when he saw tons of cars, heard music playing, where he realized.

It’s my dumbass having the party.

Eddie thought Richie was insane, didn’t he know better? By the looks of it, it looked as if Richie had invited the whole fucking school. Sure, cops didn’t care much and Richie wouldn’t necessarily get his party shut down, but it was just crazy.

Eddie suddenly understood why he had gotten asked to sleepover. Richie wanted Eddie to be here tomorrow morning so he’d have someone to help him clean up, it was pathetic. Richie hadn’t even told him there was going to be a party, but still expected him to help pick up the remains? Frustration erupted within Eddie as he made his way up the front lawn. Understanding more or less how parties worked, Eddie didn’t bother to knock. He opened the front door and was engulfed by the scene before him. Kids from all over his grade were walking around or chatting, cups in their hand and music filling the atmosphere. Had this been another day, Eddie would have taken advantage of such social event and would try to find his friends to have some fun. But he desperately wanted to give Richie a piece of his mind, so he shut the door behind him and went to work on finding his best friend who he was majorly pissed at.

First, he checked the living room, coming to face only a ton of teens dancing and singing along to the songs that were playing.

Then, Eddie made his way to the kitchen, expecting to see Richie chatting it up with a ton of girls and a beer in his hand. He was surprised to see none of this, but was grateful to come across Beverly and Ben leaning against the counter talking.

“Hey there, Eddie!” Beverly’s big smile cued that she was at most a little tipsy, which was fine. As long as she could point Eddie in Richie’s direction. “You look so hot!”

Ben chuckled and nodded, “She speaks the truth, you look really good, Eddie.”

His anger simmered down a little bit, enough to flash them both a small smile and feel flattery flutter in him. “Thanks, guys, any clue where Richie is?”

“He’s upstairs, I think. Saw him go up there a few minutes ago,” Ben said, trying to help. He received a small mutter of thanking from Eddie as he turned and made his way to the staircase.

Beverly took a long sip of her drink before leaning her head on Ben’s shoulder and letting out a dreamy sigh. “They’re really cute, aren’t they?”

Ben hoped Beverly couldn’t hear how loud his heartbeat got. “Yeah… Yeah, they’re really cute,” He told her while his mind struggled to stay grounded.

Eddie climbed the stairs, moving past more and more people. He wondered where Richie could be. He unintentionally had the thought of Richie hooking up with someone in one of the upstairs rooms, getting sick at the concept. Eddie pushed the idea away and continued with his search by banging on the first door he saw, the bathroom.

“Richie?” He called out.

An unfamiliar voice replied, and Eddie didn’t pay much mind to what they said, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t Richie.

He then moved on to Went and Maggie’s room, attempting to turn the doorknob but it wouldn’t budge. He then heard a giggle from the other side and a female call out, “Occupied!”

Richie wouldn’t giggle, Eddie told himself as he turned away from the door. Lastly was Richie’s own room, where he walked over to and turned the doorknob. Thankfully, it wasn’t locked.

As Eddie looked into the room, before him was indeed Richie, sitting on his bed with the same type of cup Beverly had while looking out his window. Eddie knew Richie probably wasn’t drinking though, with a party this big, Richie usually didn’t risk blacking out and not getting to remember all the fun. At the sound of a door opening, and the other noises from the party it invited, Richie turned his head and faced Eddie.

“Eds! You’re here! Was waiting for you to show up,” Richie’s initial face of happiness quickly morphed into a look of shock. “Holy Christ Eddie, I know I told you to dress cute but you didn’t have to come looking downright sexy!”

Eddie wished he wasn’t mad, or else he would have paid more attention to the compliment. Shutting the door to try and achieve silence, Eddie spoke.

“You’re throwing a fucking party?”

Richie must have heard how upset Eddie sounded, because his eyes got big and suddenly there was a pout where his smile had previously been.

“You… You told me to...?” He replied.

“I- What? No, I didn’t, Rich,” Eddie pursed his lips, trying to imagine in what universe he’d tell Richie to throw a party.

“Yes you did, when we were hanging out here a few days ago? When you said moving everything over two inches was stupid?”

Eddie groaned, throwing his head back, “I asked you if you were having a party. I didn’t tell you to have a party.”

Richie then shrunk into himself, frowning, “Oh.”

“Wait, did you throw this whole thing because you thought I told you to?”

The host of the party turned away shamefully, mumbling a small, “Yeah. Thought you’d like it, even though I should’ve known you don’t usually like big scenes.”

It was because Richie always had this impact on him, an impact that made Eddie putty in his best friend’s hands. But seeing Richie pull an act so great just for Eddie, to do something Richie thought he’d like, made all his anger vanish. It was replaced by gratefulness and empathy.

“Even though I never really asked for it, this was all a very nice thing to do, Richie. You know your house is gonna be trashed tomorrow morning, right?” The gentler voice made Richie gain a small smile, an improvement of mood that was enough to launch him into one of his voices.

“Nothing a few good hours of labor can’t fix, me ol’ chap!” He said gleefully in an awful British accent. It was so awful it made Eddie laugh, and that was all Richie needed.

“Well, then let’s go and enjoy your party,” Eddie said, putting his hand out for Richie to sat and stand up. Richie did so, not caring to grab his cup on the way.

When Eddie thought Richie was going to let go of his hand after standing up, Richie surprised him by not doing so. Instead, he gave Eddie’s hand a light squeeze as he started to make his way over to the door of his room. It made Eddie’s mouth run dry, and bundles of nerves ignite in his stomach.

Richie placed his free hand on the doorknob, but then pulled away.

Turning back to face Eddie, Richie leaned down to the shorter boy’s ear and whispered, “I wasn’t joking around earlier. You look really fucking good, Eds.”

Eddie would have been convinced he died right there and then if Richie hadn’t opened the door, and pulled them back into the event.

In the end, turns out he really did want this party.

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