I HAVEN'T ABANDONED YOU GUYS I PROMISE. God it's been a while since I updated anything, I've been incredibly busy the last couple weeks. That and I haven't had much inspiration to write, so yeah haha. I'm not sure when I'll update this again but I'm gonna try and update once a week, every Friday! (It's Friday for me as I post this) I hope you guys like it! You're in for a LOT of fun, happy times, as well as some sad-ish times, but that's life so what're ya gonna do?

Also, Phieilly and I couldn't come up with a good title for shit, so Collision: The Sequel was born! The second best title was Wallop, but that isn't the best name for a story so, ya XD

Tuesday, August 11, 1992

"So, do you two plan to get married before or after the baby gets here?" Eddie asked, taking a sip from his drink. He and Richie had gone out to dinner with Mike and El.

"Before, we actually already have the date." El said, giving them a bit of a shy smile.

"What?" Richie shrieked then slapped a hand over his mouth. Mike made a face. "Sorry, that was loud."

"Never bothered you before." Eddie said, raising an eyebrow. Richie stuck his tongue out at him.

"What's the date?" Richie asked.

"November twenty eighth." Mike replied instantly. Richie raised his own eyebrow and chuckled.

"Eager, are we? I mean, you've already got her pregnant." Mike scowled at him and kicked him under the table. "Ow! Ass." Mike rolled his eyes.

"We don't want a very big wedding." El said, popping a fry in her mouth and leaning against Mike's side. "Just close friends and family."

"Our grandparents are going to come." Mike told Richie, who's eyes went wide.

"I have grandparents?" He nearly whispered. Mike blinked, and then made a face.

"Um, yeah? Mom's mom, we just call her Nana, and dad's dad, he goes by Grandpa Wheeler." Mike explained. "The ring was Pa's ring." Richie's eyes widened and he stared at the ring for a second, and then looked at Eddie.

"What?" He squeaked.

"Your mom didn't tell you?" Eddie asked. Richie shook his head.

"Pa wanted one of us to have it, when he died." Mike told him. Richie turned back to him. "At least that's what mom told me."

"I asked her for permission last week." Eddie said, blushing a little. "And I had the cheapest possible band that would probably break because of how rough you are with your hands." Richie wiggled his eyebrows. "Not like that, dipshit."

"Hey, there's a child here, you dips." El said, pointing at them. Mike snorted and Richie laughed. Eddie grinned, but continued.

"She went and got it for me and switched the rings out, explaining that your grandpa wanted you or Mike to have it, if you ever found your way back to them. Said that Mike didn't exactly like it, and she thought you'd love it."

"Well I do." He said softly. "Remind me to thank her." He said after a couple seconds. Then he looked at Mike, "Why don't you like it?" He put his hand in Mike's face and he barely flinched.

"Mike's not the flashy type." El responded for him. "He just wants a simple gold band."

"How are we even twins, we're like completely opposite."

"Nah." Mike said.

"Nah?"

"Nah. We're alike, you're just a lot more outgoing and shit than I am.

"That's a good thing, right?"

"Yeah." Mike snorted. He stood up. "Come with me for a second." He said.

"Are you gonna kill me?" Richie asked, tilting his head to the side. "Buttering me up then kill me?" Mike sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Thinking about it." He muttered. Richie snickered and pecked Eddie on the cheek before following his brother out the door. Eddie rolled his eyes and looked at El, who was trying to hide her grin with her hand.

"What?" He asked, making a face. She just grinned wider.

"Mike's asking him to be his best man." She told him. Eddie's eyes widened.

"Five bucks he's gonna cry." He said immediately. She laughed and they shook on it.

"You're kinda quiet today, dude, more so than usual." Richie said, leaning against the wall. "You good?"

"Uh, I wanted to ask you something, actually." Richie looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Will you be my best man?" He asked quickly. Richie stared at him for a second.

"Best man?" He asked. Mike nodded, playing with the hem of his shirt. "Really?" Mike nodded again. "Why?"

"Why? You're my brother." Mike replied, as if it was obvious.

"But you could ask one of your friends." He said. "Will, Lucas, Dustin. Why me?"

"I love those guys like they're my brothers, Richie, but you are my brother. I'm gonna be honest, I was gonna ask dad to be the best man but…" He paused for a second, and continued, "I was going to ask you to be in the wedding anyways and… I want you to be my best man."

"But-"

"Quit with the but talk, I want you to be my best man, whether or not you think you should. But it's up to you." Richie didn't say anything for a couple seconds, he just looked the other way as if he saw something interesting, but in reality, he was trying to blink back tears.

"Uh," He coughed, glancing at Mike, "yeah. Yeah, I'll be your best man."

"Really?" Richie could hear the smile in his voice, so he looked at him and Mike was smiling almost as wide as he had on Saturday. Almost.

"Yeah." Mike let out a breathy laugh and threw his arms around Richie. Richie snorted and hugged him back, patting his shoulder. A couple minutes later, they walked back in.

"When's your appointment?" Eddie was asking.

"Friday." She replied. "I don't know if they'll do an ultrasound or not, but they probably will."

"I think when Nancy was pregnant with Nora they did one at the first appointment." Mike said, scratching his neck. "I hope they do one." She smiled at him. Then his eyes widened for a second.

"What?" El asked.

"Nora's birthday is tomorrow." He said. "How is she three already?" He pouted. Eddie snorted at that.

"She'll be going to school before you know it, then she'll be getting her first boyfriend- or girlfriend-"

"Nope, she can't have either." He said stubbornly.

"I agree." Richie said, pointing at him. El looked at Eddie and rolled her eyes.

"Mike's been like this with Holly since I can remember. Just imagine how bad he'll be if we have a girl?" Eddie snickered at the look on Mike's face. El leaned over a little and whispered in Mike's ear. He snorted and nodded. "Damn." She pulled a wad of money out of her pocket and handed Eddie a five dollar bill.

"You bet that Richie would cry?" Mike asked.

"What?" Richie asked, looking between Eddie and El, who grinned at each other and nodded.

"I bet her five bucks you'd cry and you did, apparently."

"Yeah, happy tears! I wasn't like full on snotty, ugly crying!" He pouted, crossing his arms.

"He's gonna ugly cry at your wedding." Eddie said. "I'm not gonna bet anything because I know he will. He's a big ass sap."

"You're one to talk, Mr. ask my mother for permission to marry me." Eddie snickered and shrugged.

"Would you ask his mom?" El asked.

"No-" Eddie said immediately, but Richie interrupted him.

"Hell yeah I would. Mrs. K loves me and she'd say yes in a heartbeat."

"Her heart would stop beating if she found out we were getting married." Richie frowned a little and looked at him.

"You're not telling her?" Eddie shrugged.

"I doubt it. If anything, I'll probably tell her after so she doesn't try to sabotage or anything."

"She's that bad?" Mike asked. Eddie nodded.

"She hates me." Richie said, shrugging. "I know I'm a Trashmouth and not the best person out there but damn, I never did anything to her."

"Fuck her then. No offence, Eddie." Mike said.

"None taken."

"Nobody's perfect, she sure isn't. God, I hope I never meet this lady because she won't know what hit her." El grumbled, crossing her arms.

"No kidding. If I ever see her can I arrest her for child endangerment or something?" Mike asked. Richie snickered and Eddie snorted.

"I'd say yes but I'm pretty sure you can't considering I'm twenty one." Mike sighed.

"True."

When Mike and El dropped Richie and Eddie off at Bev's house a couple hours later (they walked in to hang out for a while), Richie immediately began talking a mile a minute about how Mike asked him to be his best man, and was flashing his ring, announcing to everyone that he was engaged to the best fucking person in existence because he asked his mom for permission to marry him.

"As much as I hate to admit it, I will probably ask you to be my best man at my wedding." Stan said with a sigh. Richie's head snapped up and his eyes widened.

"Huh?"

"You heard me." Stan replied.

"Instead of a maid of honor I'm gonna have a man of honor." Bev said. "AKA you." She pointed at Richie.

"You're gonna make him cry." Mike piped up.

"Fuck off." Richie flipped him off. "You're my best woman, Bevy, you know that." Richie winked at her. "And Mike the best man. I don't care if you can't have two on one side but two men are getting married so…" He shrugged. Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Since Bev's your best woman and Mike's your best man, I say El and Bill are mine then, so the couples can walk together. Oh, and because I love you guys."

"Awe, Eddie's getting mushy on us!" Bill joked. Eddie flipped him off and El gave him a toothy grin. Mike just had a dopey smile on his face.

"Ow! Watch the face, Lizzie!" A voice hissed.

"Oh shut it, you doof." Elizabeth said, and they could hear the eye roll. The group looked towards the hallway door and saw Dustin and Elizabeth trying to sneak by, holding hands.

"You're not very good at sneaking, you know." Mike H called.

"You're one to talk, Hanlon!" Dustin exclaimed, walking into the living room, followed by a blushing Elizabeth. "Don't act like we didn't catch you and Miss Ayla making out at the quarry."

"Excuse me?" Richie shrieked, turning his attention to Mike H, who was biting his lip and not making eye contact.

"Jesus Christ, Richard, not so loud!" Max yelled, walking in and jumping on him. He squeaked again, but this time in terror, as he had a mouth full of hair all of a sudden.

"How do you guys always know when we're gonna be together?" Ben asked, making a face. "Like, does everyone here have some kind of radar that tells them oh, the Losers and the Party are meeting up today, better go to Bev or Mike and El's house?" Everyone laughed and shrugged. Lucas and Will sat on the floor next to each other as Max made herself comfortable in Richie's lap.

"You guys are gonna damage Richie's vocal chords, you know." Eddie said. "He's already screamed a lot today."

"Oh Eddie Spaghetti, screaming isn't the only thing that'll damage my vocal chords-" Max slapped her hand over his mouth with a laugh at the terrified look on Eddie's face.

"I think Eddie's regretting his decision to marry you." Will said. Richie managed to get away from Max's hand and pouted at him.

"Rude!"

"No, no, he's right." Eddie said. "That, or Mike's gonna have to cut me some slack for killing you on our honeymoon."

"I would but...he's kinda my brother and that'd be really messed up."

"I feel loved." Richie mumbled, pouting again. Bev leaned against the back of the couch and put her face in front of his.

"Because you are, Richie." She said, grinning at him. He grinned back and kissed her nose.

"I'd be worried if I knew Richie wasn't gay as fuck." Eddie said.

"Excuse me, you are gayer than me, my friend." Richie said.

"No, that'd be me." Will raised his hand. Richie looked away from Bev and looked at Will, eyes wide.

He whispered, as if it was a giant secret, "You're gay?"