.: Friday I'm In Love :|: Reddie :.

Epilogue

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eds.the.spagheds: First and foremost, picture credits to our waitress at that restaurant we went to on the drive down to Florida. She was a bitch. Anyway, all jokes aside, thank you guys. Thank you for sticking with me through this rollercoaster of a year. Ever since my birthday a year ago, since I got my first god forsaken phone, everything started to change. Shit went down, and I mean down. I won't go into details, because those of y'all who this is about know what I mean. Now I'm turning 18, and it's crazy, but I never thought I would get this far. You know, kids are always talking about how they want to be all grown up, but now it's actually happening and I don't know what to do with myself. I'm lucky I even have a place to live. But what I'm really making this post to say isn't my life story, or happy birthday to me, it's to thank you guys. All seven of you. Georgie, Bill, Stan, Bev, Ben, Mike, and of course, Richie. I love you guys more than words can express. Georgie, you've always been my little friend. You aren't so little anymore, though. In fact, I think you're almost as tall as me. But still... I've always been able to go to you, and you've always been able to go to me. So thanks for making me feel relevant. Bill, you've been there since the beginning. We met in preschool and we've been friends ever since. God, I remember when you could hardly get one word out, let alone a whole sentence. You've come so far, and you let me be there to watch. You started this club, and it's been an absolute pleasure to be a part of it. Stan, you've always known how to help me be logical about things. You're the dad friend! I guess that makes Bill the mom... Which is a little weird, but still. I don't think the rest of the Losers have had the pleasure of hearing your dad joke,s but trust me, it is always a pleasure. Bev, you're the REAL mom of the group, even if you and Stan aren't figuratively married. You're crazy, and you do stupid things like Flirt 'n' Skrt, but you're always there for every single one of us. You're like all of our therapists at once. How you juggle us all, I'll never know, but I love and appreciate you for it. Ben, you helped us build that stupid sand wall and you've just been with us ever since. You're so smart, and you're going to go so far. You've got such a life ahead of you, and I know I'll be seeing your name someday somewhere other than my contacts list. Mike, you never fail to keep people happy. You're so strong, and you're so levelheaded in every situation. You're balanced, man. Mr. Miyagi would have loved you if he was a real dude. I'm not even kidding. Now we come to the last of you, the little shit that I guess I agreed to call my boyfriend. You're an idiot, but I can never stop smiling whenever you're here. I guess it's now or never to tell you that YES, I do like it when you call me Eds. I love it, actually. I could live without being called Spaghetti, but I don't think I'm ever going to live any of them down, and you know what? That's okay. Because I love you, and if that makes you happy (I know it does), it makes me happy (it makes me happy anyway). So yeah. Happy birthday to me, I guess. I love you guys so much. I'll see y'all around. ❤️

Tagged: @s.s.georgie @billy_goat_gruff @stan.the.man @beverly_hills @hay.stack @old.macdonald @trashmouth_tozier

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beverly_hills: Happy birthday, Eddie.

stan.the.man: Happy birthday.

s.s.georgie: Shut up, now I'm crying. Happy birthday, Eddie!

old.macdonald: those aren't tears they're liquid happiness. happy bday, Eddie. we love you, man.

hay.stack: We love you, dude. Happy birthday!

billy_goat_gruff: you'll always be my best friend, Eddie. happy birthday, we love you.

A small brunette boy sat on a bed scrolling through his notifications with a small smile on his face. His smile widened when a pair of arms wrapped around him, turning his around, and soft kisses pressed an oh-so-familiar kiss onto the tip of his nose.

"Happy birthday, Eds."