Reddie getting together?
im going to give the gays everything they want (in hc style bc my ass does? NOT have the energy for another drabble)
- its their last summer before leaving for college, and it feels like everyones being cast to all four corners of the earth. bill’s going to some tiny liberal arts college in vermont, bev’s off to chicago, stan to georgia, ben to new york, and mike to portland.
- eddie, not for the first time, but for the first time in a long time, feels completely lost. that’s when richie reaches out his hand — richie, who slowly became his best friend in the world and his person over the past few years — and said “apply to the ucs. let’s go to la”
- and eddie did, and he got accepted, and he was getting the fuck out of derry. he was going to la and he was going with richie and they’d have the time of their lives. eddie didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew he was going somewhere, and that felt better than being lost
- at the end of the summer, the losers said their goodbyes, made shaky promises to return to each other next summer, shed some tears and, one by one, they left
- mike, richie and eddie were the last ones to go, and mike saw them off, richie’s stupid beater sedan packed to the brim with shit, trunk barely closing. they were going to do it road-trip style because richie couldn’t afford to just get a new car in la and also, why the hell not
- over the course of high school, they’d lived in each other’s pockets, but never as much as this. 2 days of straight driving meant a week, factoring in detours and sleeping and getting lost
- and, admittedly, it was mostly bickering over music and screaming queen lyrics out the windows and eddie shoving richie so hard the car almost flew off the highway every time he tried to flick his butts onto the shoulder because as much as he hated smoking, he hated littering even more, but it was more than that, too
- it was stopping in chicago without telling bev, and calling her on a payphone from a shitty motel because they didn’t know where she actually lived, and richie hunting down the biggest stegosaurus statue or lawn chair or whatever else he encountered on the road
- it was sitting on the trunk watching arizona sunsets drinking cider, and pitching a tent eddie didn’t know richie even brought when they realized they’d stop and gotten a little too tipsy to drive too far from any motel to really stop any other way
- it was eddie taking the wheel when richie got a little too tired to drive, and sneaking glances at him nodding off, stretched out across the backseat, trying to co-exist with all the boxes
- it was richie losing the beat to the words he was freestyling when he realized, with absurd stars in his eyes, that eddie knew ever goddamn word to rock me amadeus, and losing his mind laughing when eddie flushed red when he realized richie wasn’t singing anymore and just staring at him instead
- more defining than any other moment on the whole damn trip, it was the last night of driving, half an hour before they got to their apartment, stopping at a taco truck and eating tacos al pastor on the hood of the car they were half-afraid would stop working before they finished the trip, and eddie kissing richie when he has salsa smeared across his mouth, and wiping it off with a fond frown, scolding him for being so messy, and if he wanted to be kissed again, he’d have to clean his act up
- (richie, of course, said never — but you’ll kiss me anyways, eds, won’t you?) (eddie pushed him right off the hood of the car, into the dry los angeles dirt, but he didn’t say no, and when they got into the car, he pulled him in for a kiss that was even deeper)
- and if you asked eddie, he’d tell you that yeah, the journey is more important than the destination, but the getting there feels pretty fucking good too, especially when they only used one bedroom, instead of two