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#21 Why are you so nice to me… Never too late!! I’ve gotcha!
The gala was packed with people more important than him. For whatever reason he had agreed to be his boyfriends date, dressing up in a ridiculously expensive suite only to be paraded in front of people who couldn’t give him the time of the day. Although he was introduced his name was almost immediately forgotten, overpowered by his famous partner who was too polite to correct their rudeness. So here he found himself, standing to side to allow his rocker lover to continue his rounds, greeting people with hugs and kind smiles. Eventually Eddie wondered off after a movie star called him by the wrong name for the third time, excusing himself from the conversation.
He sipped his wine, his eyes wandering through the crowds of people, never settling on one person for too long. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he was a fish out of water but all he cared about was not embarrassing his partner with his awkwardness, vowing to keep to himself for the rest of the night.
“Your Toziers boyfriend right?” A voice asked from beside him. Eddie looked over, noticing a very beautiful woman, her emerald dress hugging tightly against her small frame. The scarlet hair she wore cascaded down her shoulders, stopping just above the small of her back. Her sapphire eyes, pierced though him, judging him in every way.
“Yeah, I’m Eddie. Eddie Kaspbrak.” He replied, politely extending his hand out to her.
She scoffed, swatting away his hand. “Gross, I don’t shake hands with commoners.”
“Right.” He retorted, rolling his eyes. “Sorry.”
“You should be. You’re embarrassing yourself you know. “
“Coming here, with someone like Richie Tozier?” She snorted, cocking her hip to the side. “He is way out of your league. He was voted People’s Magazine’s top 100 sexiest men alive, and you look like you just walked out of the Gap.”
“Wow you are a bitch.” Eddie bit, ignoring her disgusted face. “Couldn’t find anyone else to be rude to?”
“Look honey,” Sneered, leaning in closer to him so that her voice couldn’t carry. “People like you don’t belong here. You’re a charity case to Richie, someone he knew before he made it big. I guarantee he is going to drop you like yesterday’s entrée and find someone more capable to handle this life style. Take my advice and stop make a fool of yourself and of him.”
Eddie opened his mouth to spit fire but was cut off as the woman tilted his wine glass, spilling his Marlot down the front of his dress shirt. “Woops.” She whispered, patting his breast pocket. “Better go clean that up Edmund, wouldn’t want your partner seeing you with a stain like that.”
Her heels clicked as she walked away, swaying her hips. Eddie groaned, placing his glass on the table and bolting towards the bathroom. He locked the door, peeling his jacket off and examining the damage. Deep down he knew there was no hope, the $200 shirt that he had argued with Richie that he didn’t need was ruined. There was a slew of curse words that echoed against the marble as he took a very expansive, very white towel and proceeded to attempt to rub off the problem only to have it grow across his chest.
“Fuck.” He whispered, throwing the towel across the room violently. “Fuck fuck fuck. Richie is going to be pissed.”
There was a knock at the door, followed by a deep, concerned voice. “Eddie? Is everything okay in there?”
“Fine Richie.” He replied a little too quickly. “I um-just give me a minute okay.”
The door handle jiggled, the sight sending bolts of nervous tension down the smaller man’s spine. “Let me in Eds. I know something is wrong.”
“Just give me a minute.” Eddie repeated, fighting back tears. “Just. I just. Um. Please. Go away.” His fists clenched onto the sink as his mind worked over the possible explanations and resolutions only to come up short. He could practically feel his world crumbling under him.
There was a click and the door opened, allowing Richie to slip through the crack. “I bet you forgot I know how to pick locks.” He jeered, showing off his bobby pin. With on look to his boyfriend, the rock stars face fell, “What happened to your shirt.”
“I can’t do this Richie.”
“What, you can’t tell me what happened to your shirt?”
“No, I mean I can’t do all of this. I don’t fit in here. No one can seem to remember my name or even talk to me like I’m not scum. That fucking woman was right, all I am is an embarrassment.” He explained with a sigh, gesturing to his red stained shirt.
Richie laughed, taking a few steps towards his partner. “What in the hell are you even talking about? An embarrassment? God, Eddie I brought you here so that you could watch over me and make sure I don’t make a fool of myself.”
“I’m still don’t fit in here. You should be with someone who can function at things like this, you should be with someone who isn’t me.” Eddie shook his head, putting space back between them. “I’m just a charity case, I can’t even fucking handle myself with wine.”
“Okay first off, those people out there don’t hold a candle to you. They are nothing but stuck up snobs and if my manager didn’t make me come here then I would have just made fun of them on television.” Richie’s gaze landed on this boyfriends shirt, smirking. “Secondly, you are not a charity case. I’m with you because you loved me before all of this, before the money and fame. I know you are with me for me, not for what I have and I love you because you can’t hold your wine or carry a stupid conversation with boring ass producers or fake your way into every persons bed just because you think it’ll help your carrier.”
Eddie shook his head, fighting back a smile. “I don’t know Richie. Those people are so-I don’t know better? I look like a fucking idiot.”
“You look like an idiot huh?” He jeered, pulling out his pocket knife. Without another word he cut though his silk, Prada tie, leaving a small nub under the knot. “There. We are both idiots now. Feel better?”
“Why are you so nice to me” Eddie whispered, small droplets of tears falling from down his face. “I don’t deserve you.”
Richie didn’t respond, instead pulling at Eddie’s ruined shirt, forcing him to his chest. There was a scoff before he lent down and kissed his boyfriend, his fingers biting his sides hungrily. As he pulled away the celebrity shook his head, “You deserve so much more than me Eds. Now let’s get the hell out of here.”
He couldn’t argue with that.