( REAL LIFE! )
( FOURTY NINE! )

        IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT when the losers had decided at going to Richies house. The Losers were all tired from a day at the quarry, splashing around and playing. Which they hadn't done for months.

Eddie had noticed that Richie and Beverly had a little bit of tension days prior to the quarry incident, but after a few weeks, things settled back as normal. But Eddie could still sometimes see Richie give Bev dirty looks, as too which Bev would just smirk.

Beverly was lying on the floor with Ben sitting upright next to her. Stan sat on the only recliner in the room, with Bill sitting on the arm rest of the chair. Richie was on the far left side of the dusty couch, with Mike on the middle on his phone, and Eddie lying on the right side.

"Okay, hear me out but..." Richard Tozier stated, smiling like mad as if he had too much to drink, when he hadn't had anything but water, "Beverly as Sloan Peterson and me as Ferris Bueller. Eddie as Cameron, Bill as Grace, Stan as Jeanie, Mike as Rooney because we all know this son of a bitch can rage, and Ben as the father." He took song sip of the blue gadaorade in his hands as he laid on the couch. "Dream cast, ladies."

"Ugh, wuh-why am I Guh-Guh-Grace? Sh-She's got like n-n-no lines." Bill groaned, his stutter a bit prominent due to how tired he was. The sun was no where close to peaking, as it was the dead of night.

"And I am not Cameron, he's a total pushover." Eddie rolled his eyes, his voice cracking a bit at the end. He shook the drink in his hand absent mindlessly, watching the o e bobbleup and below the water.

"My casting is perfect, thank you very much." Richie rolled his eyes as his friends behavior.

"I would die to be Sloane. Mia Sara is fucking hot, right, Mike?" Beverly spread her feet across the floor of Richie's carpet, her red hair seemingly flowing like a stream of fire from her head.

Mike sighed and rolled his eyes.

"This is just an excuse to get you as Ferris, asshat." Stan interrupted, his face rather serious and his lips pursed, "Ben is not Mr. Bueller in the slighest, Bill would make a terrible Grace, and I'm not even close to Jeanie."

"Call it what you want, Stan the Man," The Tozier boy sighed and then chuckled a little bit as he put his feet up on his coffee table, "but in the end, you know I'm right."

"Breakfast Club is better anyway." Eddie stated, almost startling everyone in the room due to how quiet he had been. Richie gasped in shock as if he had just been pronounced dead.

"Bite your tongue, Edward!" He said in fake astonishment and hurt, holding his hand over his heart as if it had been wounded, "Ferris is a classic, The Breakfast Club is just a failed screenplay with a bad music taste and no comedy."

"Bill, tell this little gremlin the truth!" Richie almost jumped out of his hair, pointing from Eddie to Bil madly.

"Uh, I-I personally like Bah-Bah-Back to the F-F-F-Future better, so I'm n-n-not really in this." Bill stated, backing up a bit from Richie.

"Stan, old buddy!" Richie extended his arms to Stan, who looked nowhere near amused.

"I'm not Jeanie. Breakfast Club is better." Stan stated plainly, taking a long sip from his glass of lemonade before placing it on the table next to him.

"Hey! You're biased!" Richie hissed.

"Fuck yeah I am." Stan smiled, crossing his arms, "Doesn't change my descion though."

"Mike? Come on."

"I admit, I like Ferris Bueller's Day Off more." Mike shrugged, scrolling through his phone nonchalantly. Richie looked at Bev with a wide smile full of crooked teeth.

"I'm neutral, so I'm with Bill on this, sorry Rich." Beverly told the boy, putting her arm around Ben and gripping on his shirt. She turned his head and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"That leaves it as... a tie." Richie said slowly, counting the votes in a tie, "Benny boy, won't you be ever so kind and break this little deal we gots goin' on here?" Richie said in a deep and mostly very cheesy southern drawl.

"Let's uh... settle this as a tie, alright?" Ben said hesitantly, looking at his girlfriend and blushing, "It's getting late anyway, we should leave or go to sleep."

"Ben's right, it's a long drive back to my farm." Mike checked the time on his phone and stuffed it in his pocket. This occurred a chain reaction of Stan and Bill shuffling there things together.

"Thanks for ini-vuh-vuh-vuh-vuh...letting us c-come over, Richie." Bill said, smiling as he gave up finishing on of his words. Stan smiled at him reassuringly, before looking at the limp bodies of Eddie, Beverly and Ben, who hadn't moved an inch.

"Are you guys not leaving?" He asked, about to walk through the doorway.

"Nah, I'm too tired to bike home." Eddie shrugged. Lickily, he knew this might happen so he told his mom he would be staying at Bill's for math studying. Hesitantly, Ms. Kaspbrak had agreed.

"Same with us." Ben pointed between him and his lover,

"I'd offer you guys a ride, but my truck only has two seats." Mike told the couple, firing his plaid shirt around his waist with care. Beverly simply smiled in response, sitting up properly.

"It's cool,we can crash here, right, Tozier?" Bev asked, her red hair laying on her shoulders like a cloud in the sky. Messy and tangled.

"Fine with me, long as you leave before ten am." Richie shrugged.

All of the kids shuffled for a place to sleep, Bev and Ben deciding on using Richie inflatable mattress and some knitted sheets.

"Um, where do I sleep?" Eddie asked Richie, who was peacefully curled up on the left side of the sofa.

"Where the hell do you think? The couch, dipshit." Richie rolled his eyes at his friends question, pouting to the room left on the sofa. There was nowhere else to sleep, anyway, since the lover it's took Richie's bed.

"But that's where you're sleeping..." Eddie trailed off, fiddling with his fingers awkwardly.

"Jesus Eds, I won't try anything, alright? I'm not a dick. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, I'm sorry. It's fine." Eddie said, his voice feeling a bit regretful for the words he said to Richie. Eddie got on the right side of the couch, as far away from his friend as possible, and pulled the blanket lying on the sofa over his head in hopes of sleep.

"'Night, Bev, 'night Ben." Richie said to the group, before lying down on the couch and curling into a little ball. Eddie tossed and turned the whole night, unable to so much as close his eye. Being in the same bed as Richie (or couch) made him feel very uncomfortable, so he shuffled in his fanny pack before taking out a pink pill and popping it in his mouth. Eddie fell asleep very quickly after taking the Benadryl.

A few hours later, the boy was awoken by what felt like someone moving under the couch. The brunette looked to the side of him, taking the covers quickly off his figure to only see Richie, a couple inches away (jesus eds i won't try anything), lightly turning. Eddie sighed in relief.

"Richie, stop it. I'm trying to sleep." Eddie said to the sleeping boy, but he didn't move at all. Instead, he just started to whisper things. For some odd reason, Eddie couldn't go back to sleep, and he kept stealing glances at Richie (if it makes you uncomfortable i'll sleep on the floor) in the night.

"Fuck you, 'Chee. Making me all giddy." Eddie whispered under his breath, talking to no one but himself. A reassurance perhaps.

"Goodnight to you too, Eds." A voice said behind him.

Eddie's heart almost stopped.

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Aye guys i have a puzzle for you!
U can solve it, right?
Duh you can,
Rofl you guys are smart
As fuck

I hope you aren't alarmed
Seeing as she is a canon love interest

Canon people can mess shit up
Oh, but you'll handle it well
Mmm but my bird boy?
I guess that's a different story.
Now she might not play the role you
Guess, but oh she's gonna cause trouble

;))