We mayhaps have a teeny tiny bit of info on what happened with Richie that he's kept from his friends in this chapter :D
I don't really have anything to say other than I'm sorry for the wait. Life has just been quite literally shit since the beginning of December and it doesn't seem to be stopping. Like I told my mom, 2019 can suck my ass.
Saturday, December 9, 2017
"Wake up, sleepy head, it's time to go shopping!" Maggie exclaimed cheerfully as she jumped on top of her sons bed, tickling his sides. He groaned to start with- but was soon laughing his ass off as he tried to grab her hands.
"I'm gonna piss myself!" He exclaimed, laughing. She snickered and finally stopped- after a few more seconds. He ran to the bathroom, nearly knocking Bev over in the process.
"Calm your tits." She called after him.
"I have no tits to calm!" He yelled back. She rolled her eyes and shook her head when Maggie walked out of his room.
"You excited for today, Sweetie?" She asked. Bev nodded.
"Very! I'm gonna try and cover up some of… this." She gestured to her face. "And I'll be ready so just let me know." Maggie chuckled and nodded. She tapped on the bathroom door.
"If you pee on the floor, clean it up, Richard!"
"Dad does that, not me!"
Hi, yes, hello. It me. How's everyone doing? It's been a week and two days since my last post and let's just say things have been bonkers around here. Y'all know my best friend Red? Some shit went down with her "father" AKA sperm donor and she is on the way to becoming my adopted sister. Anyways, I'm not gonna get into that right now, maybe in a later post I will.
The main reason I am here, is to announce how fucking cute E is. WHAT THE HELL? How can someone so tiny, a small ball of fury, be as cute as he is? Me and my friends are all out shopping for Red's new bedroom and he's here and wearing these tight blue jeans that make his ass look GREAT and this big ass pink sweater that I? Gave him for his birthday? I will literally fucking implode I swear to GOD.
I'll update y'all later on my story. If there isn't anything, I've died from his cuteness.
Richie added the paragraphs to a weird pixelated emoji screaming and posted it before locking his phone and putting it in his pocket.
"Who are you furiously texting over there?" Stan asked, nudging him in the side.
"Uh, no one?" He offered.
"You don't have to tell me, but if it's a girl I'll give you advice on how to make a move." Stan cocked an eyebrow at him. Richie stared at him for a couple seconds and he heard Bill snicker next to them.
"Do you hear this, Billy? Your boyfriend just offered advice on how to get a girl." Bill laughed loudly and Stan chuckled. "But it is, in fact, not a girl. Nor is it a person."
"What were you typing then?" Bev asked, catching up with them. She, Ben and Eddie had been a couple steps behind them, and Maggie and Mike were in front talking paint brands. Why? Richie didn't know but he wasn't gonna question it.
"Stuff." Richie replied, shrugging. She huffed and pinched his arm.
"Wanna go to Hot Topic with me?" She asked, grabbing his arm and dragging him away before he could even answer. The rest of the Losers would never be caught dead in the store but the two didn't care. They looked around the store for a few minutes, and finally, Bev said,
"So, are you gonna tell me the truth or are you gonna keep lying to me?" His eyes widened slightly.
What? The fuck am I lying about?
"What am I lying about?" He asked, slowly, eyebrows raised.
"About the fact that you're crushing on someone and who that someone is."
"What are you talking about?" He asked, voice at a higher octave. He was genuinely confused.
"Richie, I asked you if you were interested in anyone the other day, and you said no. But I swear every time I look at you, you're staring at Eddie. You think you're being discreet but you're not."
"Fuck, is it that obvious?" He squeaked. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why didn't you say something before?"
"Calm down!" She exclaimed, resting a hand on his arm. "Richie, there's no reason to freak out. You've always stared at Eddie, for as long as I've known you. And so what if you like Eddie?"
"So what if I like Eddie?" He replied, eyebrows raised. "Eddie is on a whole nother planet, for starters. Second, I'd never have a chance with him, and third, no one but you knows I'm bi!" He whispered the last part.
"Richie, you're the one who's on a whole nother planet, apparently. You have just as much of a chance as any other guy!" She poked him in the chest. "You're awesome, Richie. Anyone, guy or girl, would be lucky to have you. And trust me, you have a chance with Eddie. You just have to take it."
So apparently, I'm the most obvious fucker there is. Red said it's obvious that I like E and then gave me a lil speech about how I have a chance with him but like? No? Why would he want some Trashmouth like me? There's a reason I've changed- which, by the way, is still going smoothly. No one has really said anything about me being quieter so I think that's; Me: 1 Friends: 0
Things were not, actually, going smoothly like he thought. But he didn't know that.
While everyone split up, Stan and Bill went to Ulta to buy Bev some more eyeshadow.
"She l-likes a lot of-of color shit, right?" Bill asked. Stan nodded.
"That shit is called eyeshadow." He replied.
"Isn't i-it made o-out of bat sh-shit?"
"No, that's mascara and eyeliner."
"Gross."
"I don't understand why people wear it." Stan agreed.
"So, uh, I kn-know we've talked about it be-before, but… Do you think something m-m-might really be wrong with R-Richie?" Bill asked.
"What would be wrong with him?" Stan asked, glancing at him as he looked at a random eyeshadow pallet. "He's just gotten a lot quieter and he doesn't joke as much. I think he's just finally maturing some."
"I don't know, Stan…" Bill bit his lip. "I feel like he's shying away f-from us, kinda. Richie has never been quiet like th-this. At first I thought he mi-might've been trying to d-draw attention to himself by n-not acting like normal, b-b-but it's gone on too long for it to be true."
"You have a good point." Stan agreed. "I don't know, though. I'll try and corner him at some point today and ask him."
"Don't f-f-force him into telling you." Bill told him. Stan glared at him. "I love you b-but you're kn-known to do that." Stan huffed. "Just act l-like you're cu-curious and see what he s-says." Stan nodded.
"Will do." Stan didn't say anything for a couple minutes- or, if we're being honest, he didn't say anything until they left the store and were at an emptier part of the mall. "I think I just… I'm just scared that something is actually wrong with him. Like… if I ignore it, it won't be true."
"Stan…"
"And I know that's horrible of me, but… I don't think I could handle a repeat of summer of '08." Something had happened to Richie that summer- no one saw him or heard from him in over a month, and when he finally did reappear he seemed distant, he didn't talk much. He'd never want to play at his old house, or really want to go home. No one knew why- his parents are great people and he'd told them on more than one occasion that it wasn't because of them.
"I know you don't. I d-don't either. Whatever ha-happened then might have ha-happened again o-or something triggered it." Stan sighed and nodded. Bill wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer, kissing his cheek. "Whatever it is, Richie'll be okay. We just need to be there for him like we were back then."
"Do you think we can have a meeting of sorts with the rest of the Losers? Without Richie. I want to see what they think."
"Y-yeah. I'll make a-another group chat and see when we can meet up."
Somehow, someway, it ended up just being Richie and Eddie at Target- Richie is sure that it was Beverly, who was at Rue 21 with his mom at the moment.
"I want a cat." Eddie said randomly.
"Oh no Eds- Eddie, cats are demons and they'd fight against you along with your mom." Eddie looked at him, eyebrows raised. "You know… 'Cause your mom is a demon."
"Very true."
"Plus I'm allergic to cats, therefore we'd never be able to spend time together 'cause then I'd be allergic to you- shit my eye keeps twitching."
"You know that's a sign of stress and fatigue. Or you've had too much caffeine."
"Well, I haven't had coffee in a couple days. I'm really regretting my life choices."
"So you're stressed and tired? What's wrong?" Eddie asked, stopping in the middle of the aisle.
"Nothing." Richie chuckled. "Just the usual stress of a Sophomore, you know?" Eddie gave him a look. "I'm fine, really. I just haven't been sleeping as much as usual, which honestly isn't unsurprising. Hey, don't you like that show?" He pointed at a poster at the end of the aisle and walked towards it. Eddie huffed.
You cute idiot. Why won't you tell me anything?
So... there's gonna be a meeting of all the Losers... Except Richie.
I wonder how well that's gonna go.
