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Backdated to late July

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Richie's shouting to no one as he heads back to the Home, mostly pent up excitement now that he's left Regan, and he's grinning from ear to ear for maybe the first time in weeks. The snow was gone, Regan was alive, he'd kissed her and she'd liked it.

Richie's stomach was still doing flips, and had been since they'd gone to share a slice of pizza, their hands interlinked. Now he feels like he needs to do something, but he can't focus enough to figure out what. Is Regan his girlfriend now? What the fuck does that even mean?

He took out his phone and texted the first person he could think of.

EMERGENCY CAN YOU MEET ME

So maybe it wasn't an actual emergency, but right about now, Richie didn't care much.

[For Jamie or Eddie or Beverly or all of the above.]

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Unable to help herself, Beverly grins when she sees his message. It gives her all sorts of further questions, but if he's coming over here, she can wait until he's arrived to ask them. Talking about this in person will probably be better, anyway, if only because she's here alone. Somehow she does not think that Hopper would be particularly thrilled to have to overhear Richie's enthusiasm about kissing.

Ok I'll be here, she sends back, setting her stuff down again while she waits for Richie to arrive. And then I want to know everything!

By the time Richie gets to Bev's house, he's out of breath and really wishing he had a fucking bike. Or that he'd at least swiped Eddie's bike. But it's not like there had been a lot of time between finding Regan, hearing about all the bullshit that had happened to her, and... well, the other awesome stuff that had happened.

Still, he knocks loudly on the door all the same.

"BEVERLY MARSH!" he shouts.

"Oh, my god, I'm right here, calm down," Beverly says in a rush as she swings the door open, though she knows that telling Richie to calm down is probably completely futile. Under the circumstances, she can't really say she blames him, though she would hesitate to admit that part out loud. She remembers — she thinks — her first real kiss, and how she felt after. Her own excitement might have been considerably more muted, but it was still there.

Grinning, she figures she might as well get right to the point, since he probably would have anyway. Once the door is closed, she asks, "So what's this about you kissing someone twice?"

Richie nearly burst in when Bev opens the door, and it feels almost like his skin is buzzing with excitement as he waits for her to close it.

"Yeah, didn't you hear about it? Eddie's mom showed up yesterday," Richie replies, not able to resist the joke in the moment, despite his excitement.

"Yeah, but you said twice, and there's no way she'd come back for round two with you," Beverly says without missing a beat, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly. It probably shouldn't surprise her that Richie has led with a joke about Eddie's mom. In her own enthusiasm and curiosity, the likelihood of it just hadn't occurred to her. That, or maybe it's one of those faulty memory things, something that was gone until it wasn't anymore, brought back as he said it.

"Seriously, who'd you kiss?"

Richie has forgotten a lot of things about Derry, moments fallen into a fog that he can't break through, but one thing he doesn't think he'll ever forget is Eddie's mom.

But at the moment, there are more important things at stake than Mrs. K.

"It was Regan," he admits, his grin widening even more as he remembers the moment. He doesn't ever want to forget it.

"Yeah?" Her smile widens in turn then. She remembers a while back, when Richie and Regan both woke up looking like adults, Regan telling her that she thought Richie was cute. Beverly never really thought much about it after that, but she guesses it must be mutual. Richie looks happy, his teasing about Eddie's mom dropped, if only for the moment, and so it's hard to be anything but happy in turn.

It's unexpected, but not in a bad way. A little strange to consider, given Richie's voices and the way he cracks jokes all the time, but maybe, in a way, that's a good thing.

"She's pretty cool. I didn't know you liked her. You know, like that."

Richie shrugs, though the grin on his face shows no signs of fading any time soon. He doesn't know if he can remember exactly when it started, when he started to think of Regan as more than just a friend, but he figures maybe sometime around the time they'd both ended up like forty years old, but even that doesn't seem right.

"Yeah," he says, "I guess she likes me like that too."

It's not something he ever thought about much until recently, liking girls in that way. It's weird, but in a good way.

"Yeah, only because she doesn't know better yet," Beverly says without missing a beat, though she's still grinning as she speaks, clearly teasing. Richie, for all his character voices and irreverent humor, is one of the good ones, the kind of friend with whom she'd trust her life. Fuzzy as some of the details might be now, she knows they wouldn't have all made it through that last summer without each other, and that she wouldn't have made it out of the cistern if the others hadn't come for her.

"That's great. Just don't fuck it up." Brow raising, she adds, "So you were gonna ask about kissing?"

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