The drive in silence is killing Richie to the point where he finally puts in a tape, something to fill the air. A mixtape he had been working on. Apart of a series that Eddie would never know was dedicated to him. Casettes lay all over the bottom of the passenger floor in his car. All marked with the same three letters in pen on the clean lines ‘Y O U’. He had hesitated to swap out for a different tape. Something a little bit less… laying it on thick, not that Eddie would know. Nor did he ever ask any time he was in Richie’s car anyhow.
As they pull up to the bar and get out, Richie just stops and looks over at Eddie, sighing. He doesn’t even know why he’s bothered driving Eddie out here. This is a stupid idea but he wants Eddie to have fun. To remember the nights of them and just them, no one else. Richie’s desperate for that loser to hold onto memories of just Richie that Richie knows he’ll hold onto of just Eddie.
Walking up to the bar, Richie orders himself a beer and then looks over at Eddie before thinking. “Please give my fine gentleman here a mojito– bacardi, please.” Eddie really doesn’t look like much of a beer drinker anyhow. This bar already knows Richie. They know that he’s loyal to them. He pays his tabs. They also probably know he’s underaged, but he brings in people sometimes so it makes up for it. He motions for Eddie to follow him.
“C’mon, there’s a dance floor upstairs. We can just dance and not have to worry about anything.” He’s glad that he had the fakes, though he knew that if they didn’t have their fakes, they could have just washed the ink off their skin like the majority of people did at concerts and bars underaged.
“ i’m sorry your mom is a shithead,” he says, finally, as they’re dancing– the beat just droning behind them. “ i’m sorry she’s taking you from us. fuck your mom, dude.”
eddie was thankful that richie decided to put music on. he was drowning quietly in the silence and he needed something to keep his mind stable. all he wanted was to just stay here and live in a moment with richie. one that he wouldn’t have to give up and one he would never end up forgetting at any time. but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to live in any memories. they would just be a memory he would think of often.
when he has the drink that richie ordered him in his hand and he’s taking small sips of it because alcohol was not his friend, he was ready to get upstairs and away from the really intense crowd of being downstairs. by the time they’re really upstairs dancing eddie has most of the dirnk downed and is feeling a lot better, a lot more free.
“ it’s... it sucks. “ he mutters knowing that richie was still going to be able to hear him because of how close they were dancing. “ i don’t wan to leave you. “ he adds softly, his eyes lifting up to catch richie’s before adverting somewhere else, anywhere else. “ i’m going to miss you all. “
it was sad to think about, sad to talk about and so because of that eddie takes richie’s beer bottle from richie’s hand and takes a few chugs of it before handing it back. “ sorry... i just... sorry. “ he wants to be numb. to not think about two months from now. “ i don’t want to think about it. “
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