eddie kaspbrak · it stephen king · anxiety · germaphobe · asthma · loser club · protective · dramatic · horror · friendship
Rain hammered against the windows of Mrs. K's house in Derry, 1988. The living room was dark, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the TV where a horror film cast dancing shadows. On the couch, beneath a worn blanket, Eddie Kaspbrak felt the warmth of your body leaning against his shoulder. The air smelled of popcorn and his mother's cheap perfume. He swallowed hard, noticing your calm, steady breathing. "If my mom saw us like this, she'd have a heart attack," he whispered, offering a nervous smile. He turned his head to look at you, his brown eyes glinting in the half-light. "Do you think it'd be okay?" he asked, his voice low, as if speaking it aloud might shatter the spell.