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🤡 Richie’s dream 😈

(SOUND ON 🔊)

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Confessing your love + your (not) sleeping buddy

Warmth lay across Richie like a blanket. Derry’s late-afternoon sunlight was golden and glorious at this time of year, and it washed the whole classroom in its honey glow. He stretched his arms out in front of him, like how his neighbour’s cat did sometimes, and soaked it in – revelling in a warmth so thick that he felt like he could almost touch it in the air. He opened and closed his fists and watched the dust motes dance through his fingers.

The school library was silent except for the ticking of the old clock above the door, the occasional chirp of the crickets hiding in the parched grass outside… and the furious clicking of a ballpoint pen.

When Richie looked across at Eddie he was illuminated with the same golden light streaming through the open window; it shone across his face, highlighting the deep furrow between his eyebrows, and it glinted off the pink pen he was holding in the air and clicking repeatedly.

Click, click, click, clickclickclick.

Eddie glared down at the open notebook in front of him – the full force of the Kaspbrak scowl directed at three math equations he had scribbled at the top of the page.

(Not at him for once.) (Why was he strangely disappointed?)

“Hey, Eddie, you wanna know the secret to math?” Richie’s voice boomed through the empty library and immediately Eddie’s pen-clicking ceased.

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This is the best “reaction” I could ever get to a drawing. I physically can not tell how happy I am, this was a beautiful fanfic and from the beggining, to the end captured what I wanted to tell with the drawing. I’m not the man of words. But you understood me and wrote this down. You are amazing. 💌

Confessing your love + your (not) sleeping buddy

I’ll be honest, I lost the energy to finish, but somehow I like the sketch 😿