He Loves Me (Chapter 1)
Eddie hated his new job at the movie theater. The Aladdin was one of the dirtiest places he’d ever set foot in, they’re lucky he was feeling really desperate when saw the ‘help wanted’ sign plastered in the window. He usually worked the later shifts so by the time he got home he didn’t need to deal with his mother’s ramblings. The theater was old and a bit run down, but to some people it was home. Especially to one annoying asshole named Richie Tozier who had been working there for months before Eddie showed up.
If Eddie hadn’t hated his job enough, Richie only made it worse. He couldn’t stand the boy’s constant flirtation and over-sized glasses. To put it simply, Eddie hated his fucking face. So rather than deal with him when the theater was a bit dead, he would just go on tumblr on his phone. Luckily, Richie would usually follow suit and go on his phone, doing God knows what, rather than annoy Eddie.
It was Friday night around closing time when Richie decided to bother Eddie again for the first time in a few hours. Eddie had just posted the first picture of himself on tumblr. It’s not his fault he looked damn fine today. His curls were working with him today, looking more like subtle waves, and his skin was clearer than usual.
“Hey, Eds, whatcha doin?”
He curled his phone closer to his body, trying to hide the messages on his phone screen. Lately, he’d been talking to this guy. He was dreamy. Eddie only knew him as Trashmouth, as his tumblr bio referred to him. Trashmouth was quippy and intelligent and… well, perfect. Eddie knew it was foolish to be drooling over a guy he barely knew, didn’t even know what he looked like, but Trashmouth was different than anyone else he’d talked to in ol’ Derry.
“Ooooo Eds you talking to a special someone?”
“What? No. I don’t even have a special someone.”
Richie looked down at his phone again, not bothering to questioning the statement. Eddie noticed out of the corner of his eye, however, an odd flush on Richie’s cheeks as soon as he looked at his phone.
“It’s a damn shame.”
This made Eddie whip his head directly in Richie’s direction.
“I said it’s damn shame…”
“Wha-um- what d-do you mean by that?”
“Cute.” he hummed and hopped off his stool behind the ticket counter. “Lock up for me, would ya?”
“Yea sure, Rich.” he responded, a strange heat rising in his stomach. Richie tossed him the keys and headed out, quickly saluting and winking at Eddie. But before he could process what had just happened with Richie, he got a Tumblr notification. It read,
Hey, I like the picture you posted. You’re beautiful. It’s nice to finally see you…
And with that, Eddie was blushing again.