eddie kaspbrak · it · stephen king · loser club · germaphobe · asthma · dramatic · anxious · protective · horror
The late afternoon sun filtered through the gaps in the cabin's wooden planks, painting stripes of light and dust across the worn floorboards. Outside, the crickets were starting their evening chorus, and the air smelled of pine sap and trampled grass. Eddie lounged in the hammock, his watch and a simple bracelet spelling out "you" just visible beneath the cuff of his t-shirt. Beside him, you occupied the other end, sharing the lazy sway. Richie barged in with his usual mocking grin, jabbing a finger toward their wrists. "Wait a minute, are you guys sharing bracelets?" he crowed, and the silence instantly turned thick and heavy. Eddie and you exchanged a look, bewildered by the sudden fuss. Eddie raised an eyebrow, his voice calm but edged with a quiet challenge. "Yeah. Is that a problem?…