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thorniest-rose · 5 years ago

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cherry, darling

teen reddie drabble. i just wanted an excuse to write about eddie in a little blue waiter’s outfit a la twin peaks and richie being a bad boy in a leather jacket.

Eddie’s shift at the Delicious Derry Diner has just started when he hears the welcoming twinkle of the brass door bell. He adjusts his baby blue hat, makes sure his apron is tied securely, and turns to smile brightly at whoever’s walked in.

The greeting dies in his mouth when he sees who it is. Trashmouth Tozier. Shit.

“Sandy,” he whispers through the small window into the kitchen, at the blonde girl who works Saturdays with him. “Can you serve the guy who’s just come in?”

“Can’t hun, sorry. Gotta help put out the pies when they’re ready.”

Eddie bites his lip. Richie has found a booth near the back of the diner where he’s lounging like a big cat. He’s got his leather jacket on today and his hair is a mess of dark curls that spill over his forehead. Damn it. Out of all the diners in Derry, why did he have to come to this one?

Julie, Eddie’s boss, sees him dawdling and comes over.

“Aren’t you going to serve that boy, Eddie? You know it’s policy to serve every customer within five minutes of them coming in.”

And Eddie knows he can’t refuse. He’s only been here for two weeks and he needs this job. It’s the only thing that’ll get him out the house on weekends, and he can save up the money for college. It also beats bagging groceries or working at the pharmacy with that creep Mr Keene.

“Sure thing, Julie,” he chirps. “Was just checking that my laces were tied.”

“Just make sure he orders something,” Julie says, frowning over at Richie. “The boy looks like he could be trouble.”

You have no idea, he thinks sullenly.

Eddie grabs a menu and makes his way over to Richie. Richie grins widely as he watches him, his arms outstretched along the back of the booth. He gives a little wolf whistle when Eddie gets to his table.

“Richie, what are you doing here?” he hisses, shoving the menu in front of him.

“Good morning to you too, Eds. And I’m hungry obviously.”

Eddie just glares at him. He knows Richie and that won’t be the only reason. Just because they used to be friends doesn’t mean Richie has innocent intentions.

Richie raises his eyebrows at him.

“Aren’t you going to give me the proper Delicious Derry greeting? I’ve heard great things about the hospitality here.”

Eddie looks over his shoulder at Julie, who’s watching them closely. He needs to get this right. He plasters on a big fake smile as he turns back to Richie.

“Hello and welcome to the Delicious Derry Diner. We’re the greatest diner in all of Maine with the richest coffee and sweetest pie you’ll ever have. How can I help you today?”

“Very nice,” Richie purrs and his eyes dip to Eddie’s shorts. The blue ones with the white trim that match his shirt and hat. Eddie wants the ground to swallow him up. If the kids at school find out about this he’ll never live it down.

“Are you going to order anything or have you just come in to make fun of me?”

Richie leans back as if considering this. He looks good, Eddie thinks reluctantly. He’s still a gangly giraffe but over the last couple of years his face has gone from a bit stupid to striking, with sharp cheekbones and full lips. And at some point he swapped his awful glasses for ones that actually fit properly.

“Are you on the menu?” Richie asks.

“Richie,” he hisses, looking around to make sure no one’s heard them. “No, obviously not. And can you stop gawking at me like that.”

“But you’re so fucking cute.“ He juts his chin at Eddie’s uniform. “Seriously, you get paid to wear that?”

Eddie flushes at the implication that he’s just here to be pretty. “No, dickwad, they pay me to serve fuckheads like you.”

Richie makes a tutting sound with his tongue. “Such sass. Don’t know if I’ll be able to tip with an attitude like that. Shall I tell your boss about the mouth on her lovely little waiter? I bet she’ll be shocked. Won’t look good for you to be getting complaints so early on.”

“Richie, you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

And Eddie knows he wouldn’t. Richie likes to play rough, and he hangs out with a group of stoner dickheads now, but he’s not that cruel. At least Eddie doesn’t think so. But Eddie can’t risk it. He needs this job.

“Fine, please tell me what you’d like and I’ll get it right away.”

“Read me the menu.”

“What?”

“Come on, toots. I don’t got all day.”

“Read your own goddamn menu!” he spits.

“Excuse me,” Richie calls, looking over Eddie’s shoulder toward the counter.

“Okay, okay,” he says frantically, hands scrambling at the menu.

And he does. He reads Richie everything on the menu, from every variant of coffee to every way you can have your eggs to every flavour of pie. His cheeks flush red behind the plastic and he makes sure his face is hidden as he dutifully reads off every item.

When he finally gets to the end, he peeks over the top of the menu to find Richie staring at him with one of those stupid, toothy grins on his face.

“So what would you like?”

“Hmmm,” Richie lolls his head back to look at the ceiling, and Eddie can’t help but stare at the long, pale arch of his throat. At his bobbing Adam’s apple. The sharp curve of his collarbone above his white t-shirt.

He makes Eddie wait, as he hums and haws, takes the menu from him to look over it again. Eddie shifts, fingers twisting at the front of his apron.

“I’ll have the eggs and bacon,” Richie says finally, snapping the menu closed. “I want cherry pie, too. And coffee.”

“Do you want any cream and sugar with that?”

Richie grins again, a slower one this time, as he tilts his head at Eddie.

“Pretty sure I have enough sugar right here.”

Eddie feels his cheeks go cartoon-fire red.

“Are you sure you’re not on the menu? Not even as a special?”

“No, Richie.”

Richie makes a disappointed noise. “Shame. At least the view’s nice.”

“I’ll be back with your coffee,” Eddie stutters, reaching out to take the menu. Except Richie whisks it away with one of his stupidly long arms.

“What is it now?”

“I lied when I said I just came in to eat. I wanted to see you.”

Eddie’s stomach swoops. He hasn’t hung out with Richie in years. Can’t remember the last time they had a conversation when Richie wasn’t loudly calling him princess, or pushing into his space and telling him to hand over his notes from class. Even though Richie is a low-key genius and wouldn’t need any help if he actually bothered turning up.

“You could just talk to me at school.”

“I could, but you’re always with those dweebs from band.”

“They’re my friends, Trashmouth, and they’re nice.”

“Nice,” Richie scoffs. “Since when did you ever care about nice? Sounds boring.”

“It’s not boring, Richie. Just because we don’t ditch school to get high or think fun is hijacking people’s cars for a joyride.”

Richie hums, finally lets Eddie take the menu from him. Their fingers brush for a split second, and Eddie’s chest clenches.

“I hear you still hang out with Bill sometimes,” Richie murmurs.

“Yeah, sometimes. Why?”

“Guy’s an asshole.”

Of course he’d say that. Things have never been the same between them since that summer. Since Bill struck Richie and the others had to break them apart before they killed each other. Not that Eddie thinks about it much. Not without getting a phantom ache in his arm, or zoning out as he stares at the scar on his hand.

“Heard he thinks he’s the next Tennessee Williams.”

“Bill’s talented, Richie. He got a short story published in a national competition. And he’s getting a full scholarship to study English.”

Eddie pauses. “Do you see any of the others?”

“Eh, not really. I keep in touch with Marsh. Talk to her on the phone sometimes and she sends me letters.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. He hasn’t seen Beverly since that summer she moved away. “Beverly? Really? How is she?”

“Better now she’s not living with her evil prick of a dad. She wants to go into fashion, makes all her own clothes.”

“Cool,” Eddie says, and he means it. He’d love to see Bev again. Maybe if she’d stayed she could have helped the Losers remain friends. Slowed the glue from dissolving between all of them. It’s true Eddie sees Bill sometimes, and every now and then does his homework with Stan, but it’s never the same. Not like it was before. They would have died for each other; now they barely stop to say hello.

“Hey,” he says, just thinking of something. “How did you know I work here? I never see anyone else from school come in.”

“I keep my eye on you, Kaspbrak.”

“You do?”

Which doesn’t make any sense. Richie doesn’t talk to Eddie, doesn’t even interact with him unless he’s cooing nonsense at him at school as all his grungy asshole friends look on and laugh. Nice shorts, Kaspbrak, or, Heard you showed your flute a real nice time last night. Trying to make me jealous?

“Yeah. And not like I’m complaining.” Richie’s eyes trail across Eddie’s thighs again. “Heard they have the juiciest peach pie here.”

And Richie’s being a jerk. He knows that. But he can’t stop the way his stomach tightens at his words. The way it always does whenever Richie calls out to him at school. Can’t help how hot his face gets. How easily rattled he is by everything he does.

“I’ll, erm, go put your order in now.”

“Thanks, doll.” Richie winks at him, his smile as slow and molten as hot honey.

Eddie walks away, cursing himself as he stumbles slightly. He glances back to see Richie watching him. Wonders if he has time to go out back and scream into his apron before he has to serve Richie his food.

#i don't know what this is #just completely indulging myself #reddie #reddie ficlet #my writing #teen reddie #bad boy richie #inspired by twin peaks & riverdale #imagine eddie in his little blue hat tho

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imperialotakubot · 8 years ago

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PENO Prototype Transcript 2

(We start with BabyDoll searching for more clues on you-know-who’s whereabouts in the lush, green forest of Tir na nOg)

BabyDoll:Once I know where you are, Charlemangled Chartangled, you’ll never make a monkey out of anyone again!

(She then sets foot on four apple trees making up the entrance to a community park filled with the strange, beautiful residents of the fair land)

BabyDoll: Eh, I’ll take a break for a bit.

(She strolled through the scene of happy folks having a good time as the sun shined upon her)

BabyDoll: *In her head* So warm….

(A blue monarch butterfly landed on her red hair)

BabyDoll: *Looks up* Hello!

(She attempted to pick it up buuut it flew away)

BabyDoll:*Smiling*…Bye.

(She walked over to a bench…but it fell apart!)

BabyDoll: *Gets off the broken bench* Oops!!

(Suddenly, another girl who looked much different than BabyDoll [donning brunette hair in a bun, puffy cheeks, beady eyes and a frillier dress] saw BabyDoll’s dilemma and turned her head to see a buff, tomboyish girl with her head in a ponytail, a flannel shirt and messy jeans with a toolbox in one of her hands walking over to the bench~ she had a name tag that said “Nicole”)

???: What a calamity, I gotta tell that poor painter about what happened! *Runs to the latter*

Nicole: Sorry toots, I have no time to be chit-chattin’ because my lunchbreak is over and I gotta finish workin’ on my bench.

???: My name is actually Dewdrop… but some girl sat on it and broke it!

Nicole: ….Who was the punk who did that!?

BabyDoll: *Seeing the not-so-friendly stranger* Oh, caps!!

Dewdrop: It was a girl w-with long red hair and a white dress!

Nicole: Well then, I’ll have to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget~ glad I got my brass knuckles sharpened yesterday!

(BabyDoll ran and ran until she saw a nice boutique)

BabyDoll: Glad I found all those shiny coins in the lake while searching for Charlemagne earlier, let’s get me some duds to disguise me!

(She ran in as fast as she could)

BabyDoll: Woah…..surface clothing is super frilly!

(She came across a pink sailor lolita dress with white frills and teal ribbons)

BabyDoll: Perfect!

(The nice person, with ”Ray” on they’re name tag, who ran the store came up to her and offered her some matching shoes and two pairs of stockings with her purchase)

Ray: These go with the outfit and are free of charge, Madame!

BabyDoll: Ohhhh those~ what are the called?

Ray: *Tilts head* Shoes and stockings?

BabyDoll: Terribly sorry, I’m a mermaid so I don’t know much about the surface yet.

Ray: Understandable! :)

BabyDoll: Say, are you a hair stylist?

Ray: *Another head popped up and replied to her* You bet!

(And so~ after paying the fellow…s?, BabyDoll left with her new look [the dress/stockings/shoes and a short haircut with odangos], happy that the angry woman won’t bat an eye at her)

BabyDoll: I’m safe….for now.

(Meanwhile….)

Nicole: Where the heck is she!?

Dewdrop: I don’t know.

Nicole: Have anymore details about the little skunk?

Dewdrop: She had red hair and dark sea-green eyes.

Nicole: Good, let’s hunt ourselves a benchwarm-er, breaker….yeah that’s sounds just about right! >:3c

(She spots BabyDoll whistling down the street, minding her own business)

Nicole: Ha, speak of the devil.

(She pulled out her paintbrush, turned it into a giant paint ball GUN and jumped out of the trees, surprising BabyDoll)

BabyDoll: GYAAHH!!! H-how did you f-find me??

Nicole: A little birdie told me.

???: *Tweet*!

(Nicole turned around and saw a bird’s nest on her other shoulder)

Nicole: Enough of the terrible puns, TIME TO PAINT THE TOWN RED!

BabyDoll: It’s more of a village than a-

Nicole: I SAID ENOUGH OF THE TERRIBLE PUNS.

(Nicole started shooting paint balls at BabyDoll, who was running for her life as the little bird flew to Dewdrop, whom started petting it)

BabyDoll: You better not stain my brand-new dress, you big brute!

Nicole: It’ll only make us even, meatball head!

BabyDoll: Hold up just one second!

(They stopped)

BabyDoll: I have superpowers!

Nicole: …You? superpowers?

(Nicole gave our heroine a hearty laugh as Dewdrop and the bird couldn’t help but giggle)

Nicole: Prove it then, squirt!

(BabyDoll flies over to Nicole and gives her a great big punch in her stomach)

Nicole: OOF!

BabyDoll: How was it?

Nicole: *Lifts her midriff to reveal a tiny crack above her navel* Oh, you’re good….try on this for size! *she makes a giant paint bubble with her gun* Wait for it….

(Dewdrop and the bird hid behind her just in case)

BabyDoll: *Sarcastically* What could be worse than a giant paint bubble!? *laughs until it literally blew up in her face*

Nicole: Both of us getting covered in permanent paint.

BabyDoll: …….I’m sorry I sat on your bench, I didn’t know it wasn’t finished yet.

Nicole: And I’m sorry I scared you.

BabyDoll: Truce?

Nicole: Truce~ shake on it.

(They shook hands)

BabyDoll: Now how about we find a way to get this paint off?

Nicole: No-can-do, kid, this stuff is permanent…..unless we acquire a sacred jewel to magically get it off of us, that is.

BabyDoll: Magic jewel? pfft, so cliche.

Nicole: Which to you prefer, wise-woman~ tropes or the fact that that’s stuff’s gonna stick to your skin ‘till death?

BabyDoll: *Shocked Hachune Face*…..The former, please.

Dewdrop: Ooh! ooh! I know where a magic jewel is….

(We cut to Dewdrop leading the two to a cave in the middle of the woods)

BabyDoll: Wow.

Nicole: It’s deeper than I’ve imagined….

(They walk right in)

Nicole: Does someone have a flashlight with them?

(BabyDoll went out of the cave, grabbed a branch and lit it on fire with her laser vision)

Dewdrop: Ooh~

Nicole: Sweet.

(BabyDoll led the way with her makeshift torch, revealing a site of a baroque-style palace in ruins and swarmed with climbing rose vines and a swarm of butterflies, the same type as the one we saw earlier)

All: Woah!

BabyDoll: Who could abandon something like this?

Dewdrop: I wonder if a princess dwells here?

Nicole: Or some old geezer and his nephews looking for some treasure inside~

(BabyDoll sees a shadow luring around in the windows)

BabyDoll: *In her head* Charlemagne! *voice* I think there’s someone I’m looking for in the window!

Nicole: Yo, is it a ghost?

(Dewdrop gets scared and hides behind Nicole as the trio walk into the palace ruins)

BabyDoll: No, worse, a thief known as Charlemagne Chartreuse!

Nicole: ….Him, huh?

BabyDoll: You know about him, too?

Nicole: Beaver’s dam forward, you’re correct! The rattlesnake robbed me of my authentic platinum paint!

Dewdrop: I saw him once, I told on him for stealing the Meridian Clan’s grand chocolate cake but when he was caught, he flew out of site with the cake~ I was made to look out for him.

BabyDoll: Me, too….something tells me we’d make a great trio.

Nicole and Dewdrop: ….You think?

Dewdrop: Oh girls, oh girls~ I found the jewel!

Nicole and BabyDoll: Yes!

(Suddenly, the shadowy figure from earlier swipes the jewel)

BabyDoll, Dewdrop and Nicole: Oh no, you don’t!

(The girls catch up on the stranger through out the halls of the ruins)

Nicole: Give me back my freaking paint you shady, all-take-and-no-give NERD!

Dewdrop: Did you save me any chocolate cake?

BabyDoll: I gotta speed things up from here, literally!

(BabyDoll sped up like a bolt of lightning and tackled the stranger~ in the darkness the two kicked and punched each other while they slowly skid across the balcony, moonlit through a large hole in the cave with a nice view of a waterfall, too!)

BabyDoll: *Taking off the stranger’s hat and scarf* At last! I finally caught you red-handed, Charlemagne- WHO THE HECK ARE YOU!?

(In the moonlight, the stranger was not Charlemagne Chartreuse, but a figure who was taller, lankier and a tad bit more boyish-looking than the short, pudgy and feminine BabyDoll)

???: I don’t know who you are either but….you’re so adorable….

BabyDoll: Gee um….thanks?

(Nicole and Dewdrop catch up)

Nicole: You caught him?

BabyDoll: Nope….

Dewdrop: That’s not Charlemagne….that’s my long lost partner, Matsuko!

???: It’s not Matsuko anymore….I am the Great Marionette, Monarch of the Butterflies and thanks to you, Dewdrop, for tattling on me for using the royal wine for magic~ I have to hide in the shadows away from the world forever so I won’t get in even more trouble!

Dewdrop: Matsuko, walk out of these shadows and return home, it’s the right thing to do.

Marionette: Impossible girl, I can never go back facing Petal and Snively in my current form….or the fact that they know I transformed into this with their wine of all things! See this treasure in my hand, Dewdrop?

Dewdrop: That’s the one that makes paint come off!

Marionette: BAKA! This gem is not for paint removal~ it’s my only view of the outside world….my crystal prism ball with internet access...and now you want to take my last two pieces of happiness away from me…the ball AND my title! How could you be so selfish, Dewdrop?!

Dewdrop: It will be alright!

Marionette: LEAVE ME ALONE YOU LITTLE-!!

BabyDoll: Say, Marionette?

Marionette: *Turned her head to BabyDoll, sparkly eyes and a more innocent look and tone of voice* …..W-what is it?

BabyDoll: ...Since you use magic, do you know a solution to get this paint off of me and Nicole over here?

Marionette: *Smiling, ruffling BabyDoll’s hair* Yes love, as a matter of fact, I do….hey, are you still damp?

BabyDoll: Nope, all dried up.

Marionette: *Relieved* Thank goodness, because I didn’t wanna stain my clothes.

(We cut to Marionette making up a potion of metal dust and lemon tree leaves and pouring tiny drops onto BabyDoll and Nicole’s heads, chipping all the paint off of them)

BabyDoll and Nicole: We’re cured! :D

BabyDoll: Sorry about the ruckus there…

Marionette: I’m sorry, too.

(The two shook on it)

Nicole: All’s well it ends well~ let’s go back to doing our business.

(The three left the ruins and the cave with Marionette waving back)

Marionette: Come back anytime!

BabyDoll: Later!

Nicole: So long!

Dewdrop: Bye~ I can’t wait to tell the other Meridians about what I read in your spellbook!

Marionette: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

(To be continued….?)

#peno #public enemy number one #original characters #oc #concept #pilot #script #screenplay

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