Summary: Richie and Eddie had dated each other for a long time, and things had been going great - or so, they thought. After Eddie comes home to an empty apartment and a note left behind, the loving relationship of four years tragically ended. Years of never speaking to each other later, the wedding of Beverly and Ben brings everyone back together, including Eddie and Richie. Hotel room mix-ups, drunken confessions, loud arguments between several losers, bad parties, old childhood games, memories, music, love, and drama ensues over the week of preparing for the wedding.
Pairing(s): Reddie, Benverly, Stenbrough
Chapter warnings: There’s a bit of slight NSFW content towards the end of the chapter
A/N: i am finally bringing you guys the next chapter. i mean. just read!!! merry christmas eve folks!!!
my amazing beta @r-u-reddie did NOT read over this chapter, so it’s probably shit. i don’t like giving her last minute things. she still deserves credit for all that she’s done, however. love you!!! and let me know what you guys think!
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The days were steaming right on by.
Time had seemed to slow when Eddie first arrived, but after day two, time sped up like a rocketship. Now they were on night four. It seemed like just yesterday when he and Richie agreed to have another go at their friendship.
In just three days, Beverly and Ben would be married.
It was all a blur in his head; There had a lot of wedding business going on, such as last minute tux and dress adjustments, and visiting the beach where Ben and Bev intended to get married. Eddie, not being apart of the wedding party, was solely a witness to the last minute mad dash.
It rained a lot unexpectedly, too. Eddie wondered if the clouds would clear up before the wedding day.
They had a lot of recreational time as well, but Beverly always made sure to leave them all exhausted by the time they would all retire to their hotel rooms for the night.
“Damn. Eddie, your nails look so good. Am I a goddess or what?” Bev squealed, holding Eddie’s nails up towards the light.
Eddie rolled his eyes playfully in response. “Yeah, they look good, Bev. You know I don’t really care for nail polish.”
“Yeah, but they’re the accent color of the wedding. You can at least pretend like you care.” She joked, a small pout on her lips as her thumb and pointer finger pinched and took the cigarette that Richie was holding out to her.
“Did you like, highlight his nails or something? I can see the shine from over here. I’m blind.” Whitney also joked from across the room, sitting on Mike’s lap who sat on the floor with the rest of them.
“Can we change this song? I hate it.” Stan mumbled this with a smirk.
Richie’s mouth dropped open, and offense was written on his face.
“That’s my song, you dick.” He glared playfully, throwing a white card in Bill and Stan’s direction as an attempt of retaliation.
They were all sat in Beverly and Ben’s master suite, hanging out after the dinner since they’d all agreed they weren’t tired.
Currently, a game of Cards of Humanity was taking place.
“Thanks for the card, Rich.” Stan teased.
“It doesn’t matter, anyway. Whitney’s got this in the bag.” Richie said bitterly. “I didn’t even want to give it to her when I was the curator, but ‘another shitty year’ as an answer to what someone wakes up to after blacking out on New Year’s Eve was gold.”
Mike laughed at Richie’s obvious disdain. “Yeah, because Whitney’s amazing, Richie. I could’ve told you that.”
In response, Whitney smiled wide and braced her hands underneath her chin as if to say ‘I know’.
Moments later, a loud yawn reverberated from Ben, and everyone’s eyes landed on him as he stretched his strong limbs out. “I’m getting tired, guys.”
“What?” Beverly’s mouth fell open, as if the words her fiance spoke were blasphemous.
“Honestly? I kinda am too, guys.” Eddie admitted through his own yawn passed by Ben, moving onto his knees. “I think I’m gonna head to bed.”
“Uhm, no! No one is going to bed yet. C’mon, don’t be old people. Let’s just play another game. How about Truth or Dare?” Beverly suggested.
A collective groan sounded around the room at this.
“Bev, how old are we, twelve?” Bill teased.
It seemed like the rest of them were also ready to retire for the night, even if they hadn’t spoken it outloud like Ben and Eddie. Their actions spoke louder; Stan was laid back on the carpeted floor, Bill was slouched over onto his own outstretched legs, and Whitney had snuggled into Mike’s neck with her eyes closed. The only one who seemed fine was Richie, but he had always been a night bird.
However, Beverly seemed undeterred by the signs of exhaust from her best friends.
“You can never go wrong with Truth or Dare. C’mon, everyone up!” Bev urged, eliciting more groans of complaint.
Still, they did as Beverly demanded and started to sit up straight again.
“I feel like we’re with Shelley again.” Mike teased. That earned a playful glare from Beverly.
Once everyone was settled back up, Beverly spoke. “I’ll start. Stan, Truth or Dare?”
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