Friday, I’m In Love 2/5
Inspired by this marvellous prompt, courtesy of the delightful @losvers-clubb : “(IM BASING THIS OFF OF “Friday I’m in love” by the CURE) Okay so what if on Monday Eddie is feeling kinda upset over Richie because he talks about a really cute girl in his class, Tuesday and Wednesday Richie kinda flirts with her. Eddie pretends to be sick of Thursday and doesn’t even wanna get out of bed to hear this bullshit (but it was all a plan to make Eds jealous) so that night Rich crawls into his window and confesses his love at 12 am on Friday”
A/N: The Losers are all 17/18 in this, and in year 12 at high school. I haven’t read any Reddie fics or imagines that are in 1st person, but it’s my favourite style to write in, so this will be in Eddie’s POV.
Bill. Bill would know what to do for sure. I mean, he and Stan had been together for years now. Surely that has to be a good sign!
Tuesdays were the only days where I didn’t have any classes with Richie until last period (of course, it also happens to be the class that we have with Sarah Chaffer), so that gave me plenty of time to talk to Bill during class.
I clutched my books tightly to my chest as I passed Richie who was at his locker, and kept my head down to avoid him spotting me. I watched him carefully out of the corner of my eye, taking in how good he looked. Loose white t-shirt, slightly baggy, rolled up blue jeans, black Vans. His hair was a complete mess of curls, even messier than it usually is. A lot of people looked at him and saw a rebel kid with dirty clothes and a mop on his head. But not me. No way. Richie was beautiful. How come it took me this long to realise?
Richie glanced up and his gaze met with mine, however I quickly looked down at the floor and rushed as fast as I could to class.
“Eddie! Hey, Eds! Fuck - wait up!”
It hurt me to keep walking down the hall, ignoring Richie’s calls, but I had to. I needed to talk to Bill about all of this first. About all of these things I’m feeling. I needed to figure out how to stop feeling so angry and jealous any time that someone ever approached Richie, no matter who they were.
I shoved open the door to the science room and immediately joined Bill at our bench at the back of the room, eager to get his opinion on everything.
“Hey buddy,” I whispered to Bill, sending a nod his way. He nodded back, keeping his mouth sealed so as to not disrupt the teacher. I anxiously ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the sudden need to tug on it in frustration.
I waited impatiently for the teacher to let us get on with whatever we were doing, simply so that I could spill my guts. And when I did, it felt like I wouldn’t ever stop. Bill listened closely as I told him what had happened on Friday night, how I couldn’t get Richie out of my mind all weekend, how I ran out of class the day before just because Richie made Sarah Chaffer laugh, how all I could do at the moment was think about Richie and nothing else.
“W-well,” Bill started, pouring some kind of liquid into a beaker that was set up on a Bunsen burner. I hadn’t paid attention to what the science teacher had actually instructed us to do, so God only knows what he was doing. “Seems like yuh-you’ve got a case of the l-luh-ve bug, my friend.” He finished pouring whatever it was he was pouring, and began smirking at me.
“Uh, okay?” I asked, confused as to what the smirk was all about. “I sort of, already know how I feel towards Richie, though.”
“Yes, I see that,” Bill nodded, his eyes still on me to show that he was giving me his full attention. “However, I ah-m the love doctor, E-Eddie. I have tuh-to make a proper di-ahg-nosis.”
I laughed at this. Bill honestly was a bit of a jokester, but it seemed that Stan and I were the only ones who found him funny.
“I see, I see, doctor,” I nodded, pretending to be serious. “And how would you say I go about telling Mr. Tozier of my feeling for him, doctor? I can’t keep leaving class whenever I get jealous. Or ignoring him whenever I see him.”
“Hmm, that is a truh-icky one, Mr. Kaspbrak. I say, j-just be honest with him. Th-that’s what I duh-id with Stanny. A-a-and we’ve been togeth-th-er for 3 years.”
I took this in. Bill was right. The best thing for me to do was to be honest with Richie. I mean, really, what’s the worst that could happen?
Well, for starters, he could not like you back and reject you. He could laugh in your face. He could say he doesn’t want to be friends with you. He co- No. Nope.
I shoved my crazy thoughts into the back of my mind and thanked Bill with a hug. I could totally do this! I can be honest with Richie, can’t I?
“You’re so funny, Richie!” Sarah Chaffer laughed, throwing her head back and placing a tanned hand on Richie’s shoulder. I rolled my eyes and pretended not to care, but on the inside it felt like my body was about to shut down with the amount of rage that was coursing through it. Richie and Sarah had been going on like this for the last 40 minutes of class, and I was thanking the heavens above that there was only 10 minutes of this period left, and then I could go home.
“I know, babe,” Richie chuckled. He reached his hand up and grabbed Sarah’s off his shoulder. He gripped his fingers around her own and smirked at her, and she let out a giggle.
Sarah gestured for Richie to come closer to her, and she pressed her lips against his ear. “You know what I was thinking?” She whispered. It was obvious she was intending for no one else to hear what she was about to say, but what she didn’t know was that I had been tuned into their conversation for this whole class, not missing a single beat.
“What’s that, babe?” Richie whispered back.
“I was thinking that maybe you could come over tonight and we could have some fun?”
I held in a gasp, not exactly expecting that to be what Sarah was about to say, but also not being surprised.
As Richie was about to answer, the bell rung and I quickly grabbed his arm and his backpack and began dragging him out of the classroom.
“What the fuck, Kaspbrak?!” Richie exclaimed once we were out in the hall.
“You shouldn’t be talking to her,” I huffed.
“And why the fuck not? Since when have you given two shits about who I hook up with?” He shrugged his arm out of the grip I forgot I’d still had on him, and I shook my head, not knowing how to respond. I didn’t want to confess my feelings for Richie right here, as we were walking down the school hallway on a Tuesday afternoon.
So I didn’t. And I stayed silent. Until Richie spoke up again.
“Ohh, I get it!” Richie exclaimed. “You’re jealous!”
I stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth open as wide as my eyes. “Wh-what? N-no I’m not!” I shrieked.
“Of course you are!” Richie said. “You’re jealous because now your mum won’t be getting any action.” He winked at me and continued walking, whilst I stood there in the hall, kids rushing around me everywhere.
“Shut the fuck up, Richie!”