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Convenient pt 2 - a reddie fanfic

(a/n- I am so glad you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed @sparklytoziers original post this is based on, all creative credits to them. As always, feedback is SO appreciated. Enjoy!)

part one

After that encounter, Richie Tozier’s life would never be the same. Well, maybe that’s a tad hyperbolic; Rich always had “a flare for the dramatic” as his mother liked to put it. All he knew was that this pretty boy put knots in his stomach- knots he had no intention of resolving any time in the near future, knots he quite frankly would like to reproduce again soon. He reached his apartment 2 cigarettes later, threw his chips on the kitchen counter, and landed on his mattress, ready to contemplate the day’s events as he did every night. Soon enough Richie was far away and fast asleep.

Since the Derry Community College’s courses for the fall didn’t begin until Tuesday, Richie had resolved to do a whole lot of nothing that fine Monday. However, as he began to brew what he called coffee (the rest of the world would affectionately label it sludge), Rich noticed a neatly folded slip of paper had been passed under his door. In loose cursive were the words “Skate park around the corner. I’ll be there all day. - Bev” This was an offer he could not refuse. Skating was never his forte, but he liked to hang around skaters so this invitation suited him just fine. Due to his late sleep in, he left the apartment at around 2 pm, board in hand and a boy on his mind.

When he reached the dry pool known as Derry Sk8 Zone, Richie spotted his neighbor on the side, looking as comfortable as ever in the loud, warm, crowded area. Beverly perked up and waved when she saw him approaching but remained seated for him to come to her. She was totally in her element here, that was crystal clear.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” she called out as he approached her, gesturing for him to sit on the pavement with her. “Figured we could use some neighborly bonding, see if you pass the evaluation for possible friendship. Cigarette?” Beverly offered her pack, but Rich pulled out his own and lit one, happy to not be thrust into the pool to demonstrate his (lack of) skating skills.

Of course, the two began to talk about the getting to know you basic facts: how many siblings do you have, why are you in Derry, what’s your major, do you like frozen yogurt, the essentials. As the conversation lulled, Richie couldn’t help but to bring up what hadn’t left his mind since the previous night.

“I met this person. Well, I saw them. Met implies we had some introduction,” he started, then took a drag off his dying smoke.

“What does she look like? I probably know her. Did you see her here?”

“Him.”

This was met with a quiet “Ohhh...” from Bev.

This was followed with a “No, no I go both ways. Anyway, he works at that 24 hour convenience store and-” he was interrupted by his new friend not being able to hold in raucous laughter, clutching the sides of the pool so she wouldn’t fall in.

“That BOY is Eddie Kaspbrak and he is the absolute princess of Derry. Listen-” another giggle, “I can help you-” more laughter, then a clearing of the throat as she got a hold of herself once more. “I can help you find another pretty boy because Eddie is the epitome of emotionally unavailable.”

Richie struggled to counter this point, find a reason he alone could get with Eddie, but he had barely encountered the boy, much less knew about their compatibility. “Has he been hurt before or....is he in the closet.... or-”

She interrupted again with “He’s just full of himself, so full he can’t let anyone in.” Another long drag from her dying Menthol. “Sounds like someone else I know pretty well.” Richie could only assume she meant another friend of hers but of course she was ragging on herself. Beverly’s 2 biggest vices were there in that moment: cigarettes and self loathing. Coincidentally, the pair sounded like a kick-ass album name. She filed that away for later use, stretching out on the warm pavement that lined the area as Richie reached for his unused board.

“I think I’m gonna head out. Grab a bite!” This last sentence was said in a Dracula voice, accompanied by a hiss and baring of invisible fangs. It received a small chuckle from the receiving end which Richie counted as a successful land. “Wanna tag along? I sure could use some recommendations for local grubs.”

Beverly flicked her hair off one shoulder and looked back over the kids and teens diving in and out of the pool, contemplating the offer. “Nah. My one day a week off work, I’d rather not spend it in Dixie Diner. That’s the only sort of restaurant you can get in Derry besides the greasy fast food stuff.”

“Hey I happen to like greasy fast food stuff!”

She swatted him away, adding “Get lost, grease-ball!” and sent him off with a kiss blown his way. He caught it and pressed his hand to his cheek, pretending to swoon as he went.

After a hearty meal at what was sure to be a regular stop for him in Dixie Diner, Richie headed home and resolved to watch movies for the rest of the day. The term film junkie was an understatement: the boy was addicted. His major in college was film itself, because, whether he knew it at the time or not, Richie had always wanted to entertain others and bring joy, as cheesy as it was. Sure he had his voices he put on but that was child’s play. He was ready for next level.

Somewhere between The Godfather Part II and Part III he had dozed off on the couch and woke at 11 pm starving and out of cigarettes. Looks like he had to make a little trip down to the local convenience store to grab some grub....

Trying to downplay his excitement of the possibility of seeing Eddie again, he meticulously tied his shoes and locked his door with care, holding back a little skip in his step as he made his way to the store. Richie was overconfident in his ability to procure a date with the so called “princess of Derry,” he thought there was no way in hell he could say no. He just had to muster up the damn courage to ask is all.

Once again, as he entered the little store, no one else was in sight. Richie went to grab some of the nuggets warming under a light, carefully select a soda from the cooler, and- just then Eddie emerged from the back, just as before. However, this time Richie did not drop his drink, but clutched it hard as he attempted to barrel towards the register, knocking over a gum display on the way. Smooth.

The clumsy teen lurched to place his items on the counter before attempting to replace the small display. He chuckled to himself, lifted up a pack of the gum and said, “Guess I just got a little stuck, huh?” with a sheepish grin. Eddie offered a deep sigh and dug his hands into the pocket of his worn jean jacket as he watched the stranger try to clear his mess for the second time. Eddie couldn’t help but smile at the (kinda cute) boy livening up his nighttime shift on a Monday.

He finally rose up from the floor, dusted off his jeans and added “After that sticky situation...” Richie paused for a laugh that was never offered up. “... can I get a pack of green Marlboro's?” This, Eddie remembered from the night before too. He set them on the counter, rang up the items, and received the payment.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“Wait, how do you know my name...?”

Richie just winked and exited too quickly for the flustered, blushing Eddie to ask his own name in return. Eddie silently prayed that he’d see that dorky, cute stranger every day of his life or never again.

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