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Mellifluous - Reddie

Mellifluous - A sound that is sweet, smooth, and pleasing to hear.

(Part One - Technically in Richie’s POV)

Reddie AU- Richie Tozier, a 17 year old broken boy in a broken home and his best friend/first love, Eddie Kaspbrak, a 16 year old mute boy who’s silence is loud enough to keep Richie sane.

Hi Guys! So this is really just the “introductory” chapter I guess so nothing really happens. I have a lot of ideas for what I want to happen in this fanfic and I’m really excited to see how it turns out as well as the response it gets, but the first few chapters have to explain the setting first. I hope that’s okay & I hope you all enjoy it and if you do, be sure to check back for updates :-) PS! They can both drive. They’re 16/17 here. -E

Warnings - Language??? (Pretty sure the only swears in this are fucking & dipshit though lmao), very vague mentions of Richie’s family.

Italics - Flashbacks

Word Count - 1.5k

The silence was nice and never awkward, it couldn’t be.

Richie was in the tall grass sat next to Eddie. Eddie Kaspbrak, his best friend of four or so years now and maybe someday, something more. Richie watched Eddie writing in his notebook. He never knew what Eddie wrote, he didn’t want to ask not knowing if it was personal or not. Richie always assumed that was as Eddie never offered the brown leather book to him but he was alright with that.

He sighed softly, resting the palms of his hands on the ground behind him and looking out across the water. The sun was not yet set, but low enough to make the water look dull other than the glimmers from the star itself.

Richie felt a tap on his upper arm and turned his head to see Eddie with his right eyebrow raised.

“What?” Richie asked simply, staring at the smaller framed boy next to him.

Eddie pointed at him before giving a thumbs up, his eyebrow still raised.

Richie smiled. “I’m good, Eds.”

Eddie glared at the nickname, causing Richie to laugh as he looked back to the water. Eddie looked back to his notebook before closing it and setting it to his side. The sky was turning the color of fire and it calmed Richie. It took him away from the impending doom of his own home and put him in a place he enjoyed being in.

Richie looked down, feeling something hit his shoulder before realizing it was just Eddie’s head.

The two friends stayed like that for the next hour, Richie humming his favorite songs and mindless rubbing Eddie’s arm with his thumb.

Richie and Eddie, as said before, had been friends for about four years. Richie didn’t know what he’d do without Eddie, and vice versa. Richie remembered the day they met as if it was yesterday.

“Come on, guys!” Richie whined, biking around his group of friends as they were too slow for him, “Let’s go to the party it’ll be fun! Plus, Derek’s mom is a total MILF.”

“Beep Beep, Richie.” Stan interrupted, though a grin was still planted on his face.

“We were all planning to have another movie night at Bill’s, Richie,” Bev added causing Ben to nod with her.

Richie rolled his eyes. “Can’t we do something different for once?”

They all looked at each other and Mike rolled his eyes, “Guys you know he’s not gonna shut up about it unless we go.”

“H-he’s right.” Bill chimed in.

“Great so we’re going!” Richie decided, stopping his circle around them and once again biking ahead, causing Beverly to groan.

Richie and the other losers showed up to the house that night and let’s just say, Richie was ready to drink away his problems. He rarely talked to his friends about what went on at home as he felt like it would burden them. They all knew the basics of it and he knew that they were there for him if he needed it but he usually covered up his problems with jokes that weren’t needed and it was never really talked about.

He easily found the kitchen which led him to the drinks. handing one to Beverly who was right next to him. She wanted to have a movie night but figured if she was there, she might as well have had fun.

“Cheers to fucking Stan’s mom.” he grinned, hitting his cup against Beverly’s.

She rolled her eyes and raised the cup to her lips before stating that she was going to go find Ben. Richie was alone.

He downed his drink and refilled the cup almost to the brim before making his way into the living room.

The night went on and the alcohol continuously made its way down his throat, no longer burning. He was dancing with his friends and making jokes that no one was stopping thanks to the intoxication.

Richie somehow ended up on the back deck after getting yet another drink. The autumn air hit his alcohol-based warm skin and it felt good. He found a chair and sat down, setting the drink aside and staring out at the lights cascading across the town of Derry.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there but by the time he felt a tap on his shoulder, he was finally fully aware of his surroundings, only tipsy now. Alcohol didn’t seem to keep him drunk for as long as it used to but that was probably because he used it as an escape now. Who saw that coming?

He turned his head slightly to see a thin, brown-haired boy pointing at the chair next to him with raised eyebrows.

“Y-you wanna sit?” Richie asked, stuttering a bit, confused as to why the other boy wasn’t speaking.

The boy nodded and Richie nodded back, watching him sit.

Richie just stared at him before noticing the fanny pack around his waist. He giggled. “Is that a fanny pack?”

The other boy looked down before rolling his eyes at yet another comment made about his dad-like accessory. He nodded.

“What? Your mommy tell you not to talk to strangers?” Maybe Richie could get him to laugh but the boy just smiled at his remark, this time rolling his eyes sarcastically.

“I’m Richie.” He introduced himself, for some reason feeling the need to keep speaking.

The smaller boy seemed to laugh, only a breath escaping his lips as he dug through his now opened fanny pack and pulled out a sticky note and a pen. Richie watched him scribble something down on the small yellow paper before it was handed to him. “Eddie. I’m mute.”

Richie was still fairly tipsy and wasn’t able to comprehend what that meant. “Mute?”

The boy who Richie now new as Eddie grabbed the paper and wrote something again, handing it to him once more. “It means I can’t speak, dipshit.”

Richie’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ as it clicked in his brain. “A lot of pressure on me instantly to keep an interesting conversation going.” He spoke, and Eddie ‘laughed’ again.

They, well, Richie spoke for the next hour or so, Eddie nodding or laughing and sometimes writing something in response. Richie was genuinely surprised to know that Eddie even went to his school. He never really paid any attention to anyone outside of the losers because they were all he needed, or so it seemed.

“Hey, Eds?” Richie spoke softly, causing Eddie to look up at him, ignoring the nickname for now.

“Wanna see if the others wanna hang out tonight?” Eddie smiled and nodded, sitting back up and grabbing his notebook.

They both stood, brushing off their jeans before walking back to Richie’s house. His parents were out tonight doing god knows what but Richie really didn’t care about that. All he cared about was that he’d be able to use his phone without his parents throwing bottles at each other.

Richie unlocked the front door, stepping inside and holding the door open for Eddie. Something about Eddie had made Richie into a somewhat more decent human being… somewhat.

Richie called Bill Denbrough, another good friend of his. Bill was in the losers club before Richie was,

Bill picked up almost instantly, sending a ‘hello’ through the phone.

“Hey, Bill it’s Richie” Richie spoke, twirling the phone cord between his free fingers.

“Oh, huh-hey Richie w-what’s up?”

“Not much. Ed’s and I wanna know if we could get everyone over to your house for a movie night or something?” Richie continued, laughing when he felt Eddie punch his arm at the use of the nickname. Eddie would never admit it but Richie knew he liked the nickname.

“Huh-Yeah sounds like fun! I’ll i-invite the others!” Bill responded and Richie smiled. Of course, he messed with his friends but they were everything to him.

“Cool. Tell your mom to wait up for me.” Richie smirked, hanging up before Bill could even protest and giving Eddie a thumbs up in confirmation.

Richie lent Eddie one of his sweatshirts, the sleeves always ending past his fingers but it was cute on him, and a pair of his sweatpants which were also baggy on the skinny boy. Though they’d been friends for a long time, Richie always still turned away while Eddie changed, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

Richie changed too, grabbing a big blanket and two pillows and leading Eddie back outside to his car.

Richie let Eddie choose the music, smiling when he settled on a station that just so happened to be playing The Beatles. Richie felt his heart flutter as he watched Eddie smile at the lyrics out of his peripheral vision. He wanted so badly to reach over and hold Eddie’s hand but he refrained, observing him instead. The almost completely set sun casting deep burgundies and blues against his face. He looked beautiful.

A big part, if not all of Richie wanted this car ride to last forever. He wanted to be around Eddie forever.

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uhhhh hey guys was this good?? stay tuned for part 2 :-) -E