(They are chatting via Walkie talkies, in their rooms)
(TW FOR HORROR)
"Eddie, you there?".
Eddie didn't reply. He was heavily sleeping, snoring deeply.
"Eddie!"
Still no reply. Richie was getting mad right now.
"EDDIE PICK UP GODAMN IT!?!"
Eddie rose from the dead, partially unconscious. He looked around, lost on time and space.
"EDDIE!"
Ed grabbed the walkie talkie.
"What the fuck do you want I'm trying to sleep!"
"It's 15:30 Eddie. Who sleeps at such a time?"
"I DO! Ok? I HAVE TO FUCKING REST FROM YESTERDAY!"
"Why, was your battery drained?"
"Richie!"
"Ok, ok, I'll shut up! Can you come over?"
"Right now?!"
"Yeah, when'd you come over, in like ten hours?"
"Richie I can't, my mom said I should stay in bed"
"Fuck your mom, Eddie, just tell her you're fine and come over".
"I CANT!"
"FINE, I'll pick you up then."
"RICHIE, NO!"
"See ya!"
Eddie, frustrated, closed the antenna. Now that he remembered, he opened it again. "RICHIE!"
"what?"
"...... come from the back. I don't want her to see you."
"Deal!"
While Richie was riding his bike, with Eddie on the back (he still had a broken arm), another bike was coming towards them. As it lost full control, the two vehicles crashed, making all of them fall on the ground.
"Oh sorry, I'm sorry its my fault.." the boy did.
"No, no don't take this on you...I lost control of the steering wheel, Eddie was tickling me." Richie confused.
"No I wasn't!" Eds admitted.
"Is your arm alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine Richie I just hope I don't die anytime soon. " Eds turned to the boy. "I'm Eddie, by the way. Kasprak". He gave his hand.
"Will byers." Will shaked Eddies hand.
"Richie. Tozier." Rick didn't shake wills hand, he was picking up his bike.."where are you headed for?"
"Just a cabin, right outside of town" will did.
"You want company? We can come if you want!"
"Nahh..I think I'll be fine alone."
"Besides, we were supposed to go to your house, Richie!" Eddie looked at Rick.
"It's ok, Eddie we can go to my house later !"
Will, in fact, wanted company going there. He was gonna pick up some stuff he and Joyce forgot the the other day, when they were cleaning it. Will felt the mindflayer that time, so having a few people around him would make things easier.
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