I stumble out of the bathroom and stared at the group in my living room.
"Richie?" Ben questions.
"Who else would it be?" I joke. There's a smile on my face but I know my appearance makes me look insane.
"What's happening?" Eddie quietly quetsions.
"Just having all the A.T.L feelings." I say half joking half not.
The whole group stare at me with a confused look on their face. Beverly is the only person that understands what A.T.L means.
"A.T.L? All the ladies, obviously." I play it off.
We all stand awkwardly, "Why are you guys here?" I finally ask.
"Just wanted t-to say hi." Bill says.
"Can you guys wait outside. We'll be out in a minute." Beverly ushers the gorup out of my house.
Beverly sits on my dirty couch and pats the spot next to her. I sheepishly sat next to her, the embarrassment made my cheeks red.
"Talk to me." She whispers.
"About?" I ask.
"Don't play dumb. What's happening? Just talk to me." Beverly says.
I can't get out of this. I have to talk to her, she won't let me leave if I don't.
"You know that feeling when you get stabbed?" I ask.
"Um... No? But, I can imagine it." She states.
"It's just like... The moment I open my eyes it feels like I'm being stabbed a million times over and over and over aagin. It feels like I'm gonna die." I explain.
I look out the window in front of us. I see Stan's van filled with my friends. I can see their worried expressions. But, there's one that stands out.
Eddie.
He looks close to breaking. Like one wrong move and he'll start crying.
"Why?" She simply asks.
"Because... I can't have him." I say without thinking. I don't even realise those words came out of my mouth.
"My sweet Rich." I feel her arms wrap around me. Before I know it, I'm curled up against Beverly and crying.
You're disgusting.
AN
-GROOVYLADY
