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tinyarmedtrex · 4 years

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Omg, let my baby stay by Mac Demarco is a song Richie would write to Eddie when they're like, 17 and Eddie being like, moving away or something like that, and you can't change my mind, pls make this a one shot or something I just can't write

Eddie looked around his room, though it could barely be called that anymore. Everything that made it his room was packed away, his track medals no longer hung off the mirror, the pictures of the losers were hidden in some box, even his dresser was empty.

It wasn’t Eddie’s room anymore, just like Derry soon wouldn’t be his home. Tomorrow morning he and Sonia were moving to Texas to live with his aunt. His mom decided that Derry was too weird, that it held too many bad memories, and that she didn’t want to spend another second there.

He had protested, it was his senior year and she was making him leave, but it boiled down to the fact that he was only 17 and she was his parent. He was powerless.

Eddie swallowed back tears as he fell to his bed, trying not to let his sorrow overtake him. He’d just left the losers. All of them had given him things to remember them by- Stan had given him a book about birds in Texas, Ben had made him a friendship bracelet that he’d tied on Eddie’s wrist with a sad smile. He had managed not to cry until the very end, when all of them had to say good bye. They made promises to write and call but all of them knew it wouldn’t be the same. Things changed when people moved away, even if none of them wanted to admit it they all knew it.

A tapping on his window interrupted his misery. Sitting up he saw Richie outside, grinning at him and Eddie’s heart fluttered at his stupid friend and his ability to scale the trellis up to his room.

Eddie moved to open the window. “You just left me.” He said, though he couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on his lips. He’d never turn Richie away, not matter how recently they’d seen each other.

“I know that but-” Richie paused and his eyes fell. For one he didn’t make a joke. “I missed you.”

They hadn’t talked much at the party, both silently avoiding the other like they knew their goodbyes would break them. Eddie had so much that he regretted not saying to Richie but he couldn’t do it, even now he couldn’t risk it, so he’d just hugged Richie at the end, holding on until he was worried it was weird.

“You brought your guitar.” Eddie said, noticing that it was strapped to Richie’s back.

“Yea, I did. I have another present for you.”

“You mean the whoopee cushion wasn’t my only gift?” Eddie teased.

Richie shook his head, dark hair flopping over his eyes. “No Eds, this is for you only.”

When Richie said things like that it made his heart twist. He wanted to pull Richie in and kiss him until morning, until the truck pulled up to take him away. Tears sprang to his eyes and he tried to wipe them away before Richie saw. The thought of leaving the losers made him cry, the thought of leaving Richie- that destroyed him.

“Don’t cry Eds, my singing isn’t that bad.” Richie said, reaching out and wiping the tears with his thumb. Eddie may have imagined it but he thought Richie’s hand lingered, touching him for a second too long.

He let out a choked laugh, “Are you sure? Bill got you confused with a cat.”

“Bill also things that Nickleback is the height of music.” Richie smiled at him then pointed outside. “Let’s go out there, I don’t want to serenade Mrs. K- I’m saving that for later, its my last night with her after all.”

“You ass.” Eddie mumbled but he grabbed a sweater and followed Richie outside. It was cool but not awful. Especially as he and Richie sat close to each other on the roof. Richie was framed by the night sky, cosmic and beautiful. His stomach ached even thinking about saying good bye.

“Don’t interrupt okay? I know that’s like asking Godzilla not to destroy the city but-” Richie said as he grabbed his guitar, strumming it.

“Fuck you. I can stay quiet when it’s worth being quiet for.”

Richie smiled at him once more then started to sing.

“I was made to love him, been working at it

Half of my life, I’ve been an addict

And he’s been good to me

Far as I can tell, he’s happy”

Richie didn’t look at Eddie as he sang, instead staring at his hands. Eddie’s heart was in his throat but he refused to admit that Richie was singing about him, that Richie could possibly mean what Eddie desperately wanted him to mean.

“So please don’t take my love away

Let my baby stay, let my baby stay”

He was holding back tears again. Richie’s voice had improved. It was low and occasionally he tripped over a word or a chord, clearly nervous. Eddie wanted to reach out and touch him, to comfort him, but he was glued to the spot, only able to listen.

“Please don’t take my love away

Let my baby stay, let my baby stay”

Richie finished and looked at Eddie. He could see that Richie’s eyes were bright with tears.

“So anyway, that’s it.” Richie cleared his throat. “I guess that’s it. I’ll go now.”

Richie started to stand and Eddie grabbed him, pulling him back to the roof. “You can’t fucking sing me that then leave! You fucking asshole!” He hissed as he hit Richie.

“Fuck you! That hurt.” Richie said as he rubbed his shoulder.

“Fuck you for confessing your feelings then trying to leave!”

“Well I didn’t know how you’d react!” Richie said, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t fucking know how you feel or-”

Eddie stopped Richie’s ramble by leaning over and kissing him. He couldn’t get very close since the guitar was in the way but it got the point across.

“I love you too you asshole.” Eddie told him as he drew back. He was silently grateful that it was dark out, he knew his face was bright red.

“Really?” Richie’s eyes were comically wide and Eddie chuckled.

“Of course. You knew that.” Suddenly Eddie was shy again. His confession hung in the air, suspended between them.

“I hoped. I yearned but I didn’t know Eds.” Richie took his guitar off, carefully placing it behind him. Then he leaned in, placing a hand on Eddie’s cheek. “Believe me if I had I wouldn’t have waited until now.”

“I’m leaving.” Eddie said. As if they didn’t know. As if that wasn’t the spark for all of this.

“I’ll write you every day. We can call each other. I’ve heard phone sex is great.”

Eddie scoffed, hitting Richie lightly. Then he raised his eyes to meet Richie’s. “What if it’s like when Bev left?” He’d been too afraid to say it, to acknowledge that it could happen to him. Bev never wrote, never came back. When the boys called her she sounded confused, like she couldn’t remember them.

The thought of that happening to him terrified him. It had hung over the party, no one saying it but all of them clearly thinking it. Eddie had promised he’d call, given them his new address, but he didn’t know if it would matter.

“It wouldn’t be.” Richie replied firmly. “She wasn’t here for as long and she wasn’t with us for years, like you.” It was obvious that Richie had thought about this too.

“Yea, you assholes are burned into my memory.” Eddie replied.

“Exactly.” Richie smiled then leaned in. “You won’t forget us Eds. I know it.”

“I love you.” He said it again because he had to. Because the words had been held inside him for so long, waiting to spill out and now he couldn’t hold them back even if he wanted.

And, because despite Richie’s confidence, he wasn’t sure that he’d remember them. He stared desperately at the other boy, trying to memorize every freckle, every color in his eye. He tried to burn it into his memory, hoping that when he closed his eyes at night it would be Richie’s face that he saw.

“I love you too.” Richie leaned him and kissed him again, slowly, like they had all the time in the world.

They stayed out there for hours, kissing and talking about all the dumb things they’d done in the name of love. Eventually Eddie was yawning and Richie insisted they go inside.

“Stay with me?” Eddie asked as they crawled through his window. “Just to sleep.”

Again, there was no joke from Richie. Just a careful smile and an, “Of course.”

They curled up next to each other and Eddie refused to believe that this was the first and last time he’d get to do this. Whatever they had it was stronger than Derry.

When he woke up Richie was gone. There was a note on his dresser explaining that he was worried about Sonia flipping out. Under it were the song lyrics, Richie’s love note to him. Eddie tucked them into his fanny pack as he got ready.

The car trip was long and by North Carolina he was bored stiff. He decided to go through his fanny pack, tossing out old gum wrappers and other trash. He found a hand written note from someone named Richie. Something scratched on his brain, the name was familiar but he couldn’t place it, couldn’t think why this paper was important.

He added it to his small trash pile.

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#reddie #you guys had to know this was gonna end like this #right?#come on #tinyarmedtwrites #i have thoughts for contuations tho #involving intense Richie shenanigans #purplepoisonedgem #sorry you sent this so long ago #Im trying guys

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