My bands are clean enough. Come on Eds, don't be a baby!
[He giggles, fully aware of how much Eddie wants to fight him. He says bring it on as he rubs dirt on Eddie's neck.]
You're such a drama queen
"Then why do I feel like I'm dying?"
Richie had himself dramatic draped over the chair he was sitting in, arms wrapped around his torso. He felt nauseous and feverish and lightheaded all at once.
It was very much not a fun time.
@SoughtBravery Eddie - like a brother of course, what else would it be?? - but he couldn't let his mind wander like that. Too many feelings made everything too complicated.
And Richie wasn't trying to ruin anything. He would never do that.
@SoughtBravery own bullshit, but he was having way to much fun.
Eddie was so easy to mess with and he loved that cute little wrinkle between his eyebrows every time he scolded him. It was just so--
Woah. Stop that shit, right now Rich. Too many feelings involved.
He may have loved
Of course he cares. He always has, even way back in the beginning when everything was a little rocky.
But he could always stand up for Bev. No matter what.
"I knew I could always count on you, dolly," he said, dropping a cheesy wink.
⠀⠀
Bev loves to spend time with
Richie and talk about everything
they were able to .
Once she heard her friend's words ,
she grinned widely . It was good to
know someone cares about her .
❝ Same here , Richie , I can always
throw a rock at someone for you . ❞
He wouldn't. Not really. Probably. Maybe.
Bev was one of his best friends, the only girl he gave the time of day. The only person he talked to about boys and feelings. The only Loser who knew the truth.
"You know I always worry about you, Bev. That's my job."
⠀⠀
A small giggle left her lips ,
she always feel safe with her
boys . But , she would not let
Richie ( kill ) someone .
❝ I know that , but you don't
need to worry . ❞
Nod , nod .