All good things must come to an end, and next chapter, things will get a bit more serious ;). Starting with an appearance by Billy Hargrove and the fact that he's an abusive asshole. Also, someone (only two of y'all know who ;) ) ends up with a bloody nose, black eye, and bleeding knuckles. Can you guess who? (Don't you DARE give it away, you know who you are...) Sorry it's short! Next chapter will be longer!

P.S. I AM working on Home, it's just taking longer! I'm catching up on a lot of schoolwork and it's been a pain in the ass! I have a midterm in like, a week, and I have to get everything caught up. I go to night school, which is why I'm just now having a midterm XD. I'm a little over half way through the next chapter.

P.P.S I'm also working on the sequel to EA, I haven't come up with a name for it yet (Phieilly where you at) but I've got about half of the first chapter done! It's gonna be a bit before I actually post, but I'll be sure to update you guys! I've got random chapters for it done already XD

Anyways, I hope you like the chapter!

Monday, June 4, 1992

Hopper definitely didn't expect his day off to go like this. He was able to sleep in, or, sleep in as much as he could. Joyce had made a giant breakfast, although the toast was a little burnt, and had even run to get him a couple donuts. He got his usual morning call from El, who told him all about the little family reunion that happened last night. Evidently, Karen cried like a baby, apologizing for giving their son up for adoption, while Ted actually kept up conversation with them over dinner.

The morning was normal, that is, until he got a call from Flo, stating that multiple older women had called to let them know how disruptive Mike was being, that he wasn't wearing his uniform and he was walking around holding hands with a man rather than his fiance, and he was cursing like a sailor every where he went.

"Either Mike's gone crazy or his twin brother is out on the town today." He told Joyce, who chuckled.

"He and El were off today, weren't they?" Hopper nodded. "And didn't you say that Ri...Ricky? What's his name?"

"Richie, I think."

"Richie! Yes, that's it. Isn't he dating a man?" He nodded. "That's probably who it is. Mike's probably knocked out still, as we speak, because you know how much he loves sleeping." Hopper chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. I'm gonna call El and make sure though, because you never know after all that's happened in this town." Joyce nodded.

"I'm gonna take a shower, let me know what she says." He nodded and pecked her cheek and went to the phone.

"Future Mrs. Wheeler speaking." Hopper barked out a laugh at that and she giggled. "Hey, dad, what's up?"

"Is that fiance of yours home?"

"Yeah, he's dead to the world right now. Is something wrong? I can go wake him up."

"Nah, everything's okay-ish."

"Okay-ish? What is it?"

"Apparently Richie is being a menace all over town, according to a couple little old ladies."

"Oh God, what'd he do?"

"He and his boyfriend are walking around together and they think it's Mike, because no one knows about him yet, evidently. And he's cursing like a sailor, apparently." El snorted.

"Yeah, his nickname's Trashmouth so that's pretty accurate. I'm going to wake him up in a few minutes and we'll go see what's up. He needs to get up anyways, his lazy ass." Hopper snorted.

"Alright, well, I think I'm gonna go pay him a visit myself, see just how much they look alike."

"It's insane, dad, honestly. Literally the only thing different, appearance wise, is how much longer Richie's hair is. If you see a tall, curly haired guy and a short guy walking together that's him and Eddie." Hopper chuckled.

"Okay, have Mike radio me once he's up and able to actually communicate." She laughed.

"Okay, love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

"Bye!" He hung up and changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, grabbing a baseball cap and let Joyce know he was leaving. It didn't take too long for him to find Richie and Eddie, who had been joined by the redhead known as Beverley. All three were holding hands and laughing, swinging their arms back and forth as they walked towards the park. He drove up next to them and rolled down the window.

"Hey Red!" He called. They stopped and looked over at the grinning Chief, who nearly had a heart attack when he saw Richie. El was right, they are identical. "Ricky, get over here."

"It's Richie, Chief-o!" Richie said brightly, letting go of their hands and walking over to the truck, leaning against the window. He grinned at him.

Goddamn even the grin is the same.

"Jesus, kid, El wasn't kidding when she said you and Mike were identical."

"Yeah, I almost shit myself when I saw him the first time."

"Language, Richard."

"I no speak English, Edwardo."

"Idiot." Eddie muttered and then smiled brightly at Hopper and held his hand out. "It's nice to meet you, Chief Hopper."

"Just call me Hop." Hopper smiled back at him.

"Move, Tozier." Bev said, pushing against Richie's side.

"Watch it, Marsh." He scowled at her for a second and then grinned again, letting her open the door and hop in the truck.

"Hey, Hop, you needed to talk to me?" Mike's voice called out over the radio.

"Yeah, looks like you've caused an uproar with the old ladies, kid."

"What the hell? What do you mean?"

"Apparently, you're cheating on El with a man and cursing everyone out." Hopper winked at them and they all laughed. Mike was silent for a minute or so.

"Goddamn it, Richie." Richie cackled. "You asshole! What are you doing to those poor ladies?"

"Nothing, dude! I'm just being me!"

"Ugh, where are you guys at? I need to let them know I'm the good twin."

"I'm the evil twin, eh? I can agree with that." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"El! Get your shoes on we're going to beat my brothers ass!" Richie cackled again and El could be heard laughing in the background.

"We'll be at the park over near my house." Bev said.

"Okay, see you in ten. Prepare for a can of whoop-ass, Richard." Richie laughed loudly.

"See you then, Mikey!" Hopper put the radio down and shook his head, chuckling.

"Hop in, no pun intended. I'll drive you guys there."

"Oh thank you Jesus, it's too hot for this." Eddie breathed, pushing Richie out of the way and opening the door and climbing over Bev.

"You really expect me to get back there?" Richie asked. "Because there's gonna be a Richie sized dent in the ceiling, I can promise that."

"Come on, ya big baby." Bev yanked on his sleeve and he managed to climb in, only hitting his head three or four times. He laid on his stomach in the back, giggling to himself.

"Is he high?"

"I don't smoke, Chief! Only cigarettes for me! Gotta keep the sexy rasp when I sing." Bev shut the door and looked at Hopper, who already looked done with Richie.

"You're one weird kid, ya know?"

"Perfectly aware, sir." Richie grinned at him in the review mirror, sitting up next to Eddie.

"At least he's respectful." He muttered.

"Fuck, Eddie, I have a hangnail."

"Changed my mind." Hopper put the truck in drive and drove off down the road as Bev laughed.