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A//N: Okay....I'm sorry about not posting for so long. AND IM SORRY THAT IM LITERALLY ONLY POSTING REDDIE. I swear I'm working on other things but I've been having trouble finishing them. (Technically this one isn't even finished but...it works) And if you'd like a part two for this I can do that! Because I'm gonna have broadwayschuyler help me lol. Thanks for everything! Comments are great! And let me know if I make any mistakes :)

17-year-old Richie Tozier walked down the halls, his headphones blasting "Come and Get Your Love" from his Walkman. "Ey Homo!" "Fuckin QUEER!" The students yelled as he passed by. He ignored their comments to his best abilities, blinking slowly and continuing his walk yo first period. Today, the ravenette wore his pride shirt for the fist time. A white T with the pride colors brimming across his chest. He wore a jean jacket and his black-ripped jeans, cuffed to reveal his black and white sneakers. "That's disgusting!" He heard a feminine voice whisper. "And I thought he was kind of cute?? Ew!!" Another said, most likely in response to the other comment. "Don't listen to them." He told himself, while making sure to keep a deadpan expression.

He closed his obsidian eyes, breathing in sharply and turning the corner. Suddenly he was falling to the ground, his headphones falling off of his head of curly hair. "Fuck fuck fuck I'm sorry." He apologized to the victim of his knocking into. "It's fine." The small boy said, causing Richie to look up at the lack of nasty comment. His heart skipped a beat when meeting the doe eyes of the small boy. He stood up quickly, only then realizing how close their faces were. However, before he could walk away, the boy took his hand, spinning him back to looking at him. Richie had to look down, as his "new friend" was nearly a head and a half shorter than him. "Hey...I...I heard what they said ...and uh...I just wanted to say....don't listen to them." He turned to the side, revealing a small pride flag on the brim of his red short-shorts. "Gay is okay."

Richie grinned, smiling when the small boy extended his hand. "Eddie, Eddie Kaspbrak." The taller gladly took his small hand in his own. "Richie Tozier", he introduced himself, a genuine grin resting on his chapped lips.

The boy, Eddie, quickly opened the locker in front of him, which Richie assumed was his. He grabbed a stack of books and a binder, quickly closing it and turning back to the Tozier. "Walk with me to class?" He suggested, eliciting another goofy grin. "Sure, why not." Richie quickly paused the music that was playing through his unworn headset and followed in Eddies direction.

He liked watching Eddies small behind skip down the halls, smiling at the thought of the small boy being his new friend.

The next few days Richie found himself subconsciously stopping at Eddies locker to walk him up class. Each day Eddie would smile that oh-so-cute smile of his and greet him with "Hi Chee!", the nickname Richie had been given.

One morning, on their walk to Eddies English class, the small boy brought up a new topic. "Chee?" He asked, turning his attention to his tall friend. "Yes my Eds?" "Dont call me that. And...I was wondering if you'd....if you'd like to maybe meet my friends?" Richie thought he may die. He grinned, showing off his crooked teeth. "Sure!" He answered, watching as Eddies breath noticeably slowed and his shoulders relaxed. "Great, I'll meet you outside of math okay? You can sit with us at lunch." Richie sent him a thumbs up, stopping when they reached the wooden door. "I'll see you then Eddie spaghetti!"

Just as promised, Eddie greeted him at the door to Mr. Russels classroom, a bright, yet nervous smile on his face. Richie wrapped an arm around the small boy, "lead the way Eddiekins!" He cheered in a horrible British impression. Eddie lead him to the bleachers outside, where the small group of high schoolers sat at the top, laughing while they threw pieces of popcorn at one another. "I hope you don't plan on eating that." Eddie called up to them, causing each to look over at him. "Eddie!" The only girl yelled, hopping down to meet the two boys. She pulled him into a hug, Eddie emitting a small squeak. "Hi Beverly." The fiery haired girl turned her attention to Richie. "You must be Richie, my names Beverly but Bev is fine." She gave off a kind feel, making Richie smile. "You got that, Red. Nice to meet you." Eddie intertwined their hands, leading Richie up the steps, Beverly close behind.

The others seemed to scan over the two as they made their way to the top. Eddie pointed toward each, saying their names. "Okay, that's Stan," he pointed to one of the tallest, golden curls bouncing from the boys head, perfectly crowning his face.

"Ben," a taller as well, he had a bit of extra weight, but broad shoulders and abs that showed through his tight shirt. Richie had to admit, he looked pretty hot.

"Mike," by far, the tallest of them all, he held a large satchel to his side, and wore a pair of mud-covered overalls. Richie assumed that maybe he didn't go to their school based on the mud littering his face.

"And Bill." He was a bit shorter than Ben, auburn hair falling from one side of his face into his eyes. His green eyes reflected the sunlight, and he sat with his slim legs crossed, a red flannel tied around his waist.

"Well, hi, my names Richie. I'm sure Eddie has told you /SO/ much about me." He joked, wrapping his arm around Eddies shoulders. "Ugh! Stopppp." The small boy groaned, but the smile on his lips was obvious. He motioned for Richie to join him as he sat down, patting the spot between he and Bill. "It's nuh-nuh-nuh-nice to meet you Ruh-Ruh-Ruh-Richie." He stuttered, 'Stan' brining a hand up to rub his back, when Richie thought about it, he actually recognized a few of them. "You're in my film class!" He turned to Stan, whos eyes widened at the confrontation. "Oh, yeah, that's right." "Actually, I think I recognize a few of you." He responded, giving a lip-locked smile. Mike laughed, patting Richie firmly on the back. "You wouldn't know me. I don't go here." He said, confirming the ravenettes previous suspicions. "Homeschool." He said pointedly, knowing the question was coming before it was asked. 

Beverly sat back down on the step above Ben, "so, you're a senior?" She asked, popping a pice of popcorn from the bag into her mouth. "Yeah." He grinned. "Yeah, us too, well minus Mike obviously, if he did do here, he'd already be in college." She punched his shoulder. "Our brother turned 19 a few months ago. He's planning to run off to Florida without us." She over exaggeratedly groaned, leaning down to wrap her arms around his neck with her face scrunched into a deep frown.

Mike laughed light heartedly, patting her arm. "Yeah yeah, I'm not going anywhere yet." He smiled. Richie looked over at Eddie, watching as he carefully cleaned off his apple with a cloth of some sort. "Don't like germs now, do ya Eds?" Eddie looked up quickly before shuddering. "Whatever Trashmouth."

"Suh-suh-suh-so what do yuh-you puh-puh-plan to major in Richie? Bill asked, leaning his head against Stans shoulder. And blowing a golden curl away that tickled his button nose. "Oh, isn't that a good question." He looked down sheepishly. "I'm actually not sure."

"Oh, that's okay, St-Sta-Stan doesn't know what he plans on doing either." The auburn haired boy comforted, smiling warmly at him. Richie looked up great fully. He liked Eddies friends. They engaged in a new conversation, loud choruses of laughter filling the air.

Richie turned to Eddie, causing the boy to tilt his head, "what's up Chee?" "Nothin' I just have a few questions." He grinned. Eddie rolled his eyes but signaled for the ravenette to continue. "So, Homeschool. He and Red?" Eddie giggled loudly. "No, Bev and /Ben/ actually." Richies mouth formed and 'o' shape as he looked over, seeing Beverly quickly kiss Bens cheek. "Makes sense. How about Stan and Bill? They together yet?" He joked, not expecting to get the wide eyed eye roll that he did. "Oh gosh, you would not bELIEVE how long they have been pining over eachother." Eddie groaned, dramatically leaning his forehead against Richies shoulder. The boy laughed, patting the back of Eddies soft curls. "Oh, hey Richie, are you busy today?" Ben asked. The pale, ravenette shook his head. "Okay...well we have to show you something then." He grinned, looking at the others for approval. "You don't mind spiders do you?"