Secret Letter pt 1. //Reddie
In which Eddie receives mysterious letters on Valentine’s day:)
Eddie had always been bullied at school, so when a faint pink letter slipped out of his locker, he was taken aback. Valentine's Day had arrived, and couples could be seen everywhere, pink hearts plastered on every closet. Eddie has always hated this holiday, saying if two people loved each other, they shouldn’t just show it that day. Of course, his friends were exceptions to this. He was especially glad that they were all happy now. "Bowers must be having fun." He closed his closet with a sigh, tucked the letter in his bag, and left school with Stan, his best friend.
They met Bill and Richie outside, who had been acting suspiciously all day. "What about you, Rich? I haven't heard a single joke today about my mum. " Eddie laughed as Richie adjusted his glasses in confusion. " As a matter of fact, dear Eddie Spaghetti, I've been considering asking out your mother all day; I don't have time for jokes. " He shook his head. "Where's B-b-bev?" Bill asked, as he got on his bike. "They left with Ben first. I suppose they are in the bunker, so I wouldn’t go there. " Stan said his face flushed slightly as he looked at Bill.
“Guys I got a love letter tho. I guess it’s from Bowers, so let’s read it.” Eddie said cheerfully and opened his bag to search for the letter. Bill and Stan stood beside him, trying to look for the letter too. “I don’t think we should.” they heard from Richies direction. “How long have you been concerned about what we shouldn’t do?” Stan asked while laughing. “What if it’s serious? Would you make fun of the only bitch that Eddie gets? What if it’s just ‘Suck my balls’ with terrible grammar. It might trigger him so much that he calls the...” he was cut off by Eddie. “For fucks sake Richie I won’t read it just shut up.” he rolled his eyes and closed his bag. He is gonna read it when he is home. “We s-s-should hang out at t-t-the lake... you know with the b-b-big ass cliff.” Bill suggested. “I can’t. I gotta go home before my mom notices that I’m late. She really learned my schedule to know when I should arrive.” Eddie sighed as he got on his bike. “Bye Eddie.” They said in unison, and waved. Eddie looked back over his shoulder and smiled. He was so glad that he had friends, he would never admit it but he loved them so much.
He took his secret route to avoid Bowers and his shitty friends, he biked past the Neibolt street house. This house always gave him the chills, It was perfect for a horror movie shooting. When he got home, he greeted his mom and quickly ran upstairs to his room. He breathed heavily so he used his inhalator. When he normalized his breathing, he opened his bag and tried to find the letter again. He pulled out the pink letter and opened it. It obviously had a feminine scent on it, but from the handwriting he knew that it was from a boy. Fucking Bowers... He started reading it, highly concentrating. It wasn’t long, but it sure made Eddie blush harder than ever.
“I was already holding my breath when we first met, so I thought I'd ask for your inhaler. Since then, I've gotten to know you, and seeing your smile brightens my day. It's even worth going into this shitty place because of you. I've only fallen more in love with you over the years. Your soft hair, beautiful eyes, and rosey cheeks drive me insane. I adore everything about you, including your slight paranoia and the interesting facts you always share with us. I want to hold your hand, hug you tightly, and, most importantly, kiss you. I didn't want you to hate me after I confessed, so I'm writing you this letter to express my feelings for you. I wish I could say this to you; I love you
Your secret admirer”
Eddie was sure that one of his friends wrote this, since they were the only ones talking to him. But who could it be? Stan likes Bill, Bev and Ben are in a relationship, so this leads to three options: Mike, Bill, and trashmouth.
"Nah, Bill likes Bev." He sat back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. So it's just Mike and Rich. I can't imagine Richie talking like that. I mean, yeah, I do like him, but he always makes fun of me and he is kind of homophobic too... But Mike is straight too, I’m sure of that. Then maybe it’s not my friend... I have to find this out.
It was his first love letter, and even though he didn’t know who wrote it, he put it under his pillow and fell asleep smiling.
