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αт 3ρм ι ραυѕє. тнαт ѕнιт ѕσυи∂ѕ ℓιкє αρρℓαυѕє | ι ℓσνє уσυ... вιιιιιт¢н @AdeptMelancholy | #ŋɛƈཞơɱąŋƈɛཞ

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

"ẇһȏ ıṅṿıṭєԀ ṃȏʟʟʏ яıṅɢẇѧʟԀ ıṅṭȏ ṭһє ɢяȏȗƿ?"

-híghѕchσσl!αu
-αgє 16
-clσѕєtєd gαч
-nσ lєwd
-dєѕcríptívє
-prє-ѕhíppєd
-#ŋɛƈཞơɱąŋƈɛཞ
-rt fuckєrѕ

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@ChokedInhales outside, so I have no idea what to do, honestly.”

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

Leans against the locker next to @ChokedInhales’s.

“Hey Eds. What are you doing right now?”

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@ChokedInhales Richie gave a soft shrug, forcing himself to never keep eye contact with Eddie for too long. If he did, it would be too obvious how much he hated the situation he’d gotten them into.

“Arcade? Well... shit, it’s a nice day out, so maybe not that. But we don’t really do things—

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

That’s definitely my shirt.

Why did you steal my shirt—

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

Did you raid my fucking closet?????

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@AdeptMelancholy convince his heart to move on... maybe.

If that was the case, he’d have to have another whole conversation with Bill about it, but that was definitely future Richie’s problem. One step at a time.

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@AdeptMelancholy was with me?” He asked, tone growing slightly more curious than teasing.

Their feelings were definitely tiptoeing on the borders of this facade, but his heart still laid with one boy, even if that wasn’t for the best. Maybe if she was starting to feel something else, he could—

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@AdeptMelancholy cause I always had someone I wanted to go with and couldnt. But now I have you, and it’s... probably going to be the best night I’ve had in a really fucking long time,” he replied with a soft snort.

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@AdeptMelancholy Richie couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips then, everything melting away for the time being. He locked eyes with her and nodded softly, squeezing her hand back and sighing contently.

“Yeah... I know what you mean. I always thought they were dumb, but I think that’s—

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@ChokedInhales over to give Eddie’s shoulder a soft nudge. “What about you, Spaghetti, that was pretty amazing what you pulled off in there. I figured you’d crack under the pressure, but you were perfect.” In every way.

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@ChokedInhales Richie’s grin quickly spread over his features once again as Eddie’s bubbling laughter filled the air. The sound alone was enough to give him butterflies.

“What, you didn’t know that?? You’ve been missing out then, Eds, I’m an ( amazing ) actor.” He chuckled softly and reached—

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@ChokedInhales stomach.

The nurses looked at him a little more skeptically, but he knew how to play this well. He opened his mouth to speak, then slapped his hand over it and faked a gag. In an instant they flipped from disbelief to the need to help. They had it in the bag now.

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

@ChokedInhales Richie was impressed to say the least. He never figured Eddie would be ( good ) at faking illness, he was just so good at actually having it. The beautiful display was almost enough to distract him, but he quickly put on his most miserable expression and clutched at his—

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

I don’t really blame you... I just keep fucking up and now you know like my one big secret.” Or at least half of it. The Eddie half he’d keep to himself, even with Bev. Eddie wasn’t going to be his anyway, they didn’t need to know.

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

Richie took a staggered breath and nodded, still refusing to make eye contact. Surely, Bill hated him now. There was no way he didn’t. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and chewed on his lip.

“Yeah. I’m... yeah,” he replied, unable to get much more out. This really was—

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

way harder to tell him than anyone else he’d told so far. Maybe it was the added guilt on top of everything that he’d already lacked so much communication with his friend, or maybe it was that Bill’s opinion meant way more to him than he realized.

“Go ahead and hate me, dude,—

[S̶t̶a̶n̶ U̶r̶i̶s̶ @YarmulkeUris]

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- ʀᴛ & ʟɪᴋᴇ

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

We pass every vibe check

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

it, Richie.

“I don’t like girls.��

[ʀɨƈɦɨɛ Ꮖօʐɨɛʀ @ClosetCoolCid]

Richie took a slow, shaky breath and rubbed his eyes, fighting off the tears as much as he could (and failing). Why was this so hard? Bill was his best friend for most of his life.

“Bill... I don’t...” He balled his fists, fingernails pressing into his palms. Just fucking say—