EDDIE'S POV
The black eye soon faded. But, the hatred towards my mother never did. I want to leave. I want to leave and never come back.
I laid my head on Richie's shoulder. We were sitting with Bill and Stan in a diner. They finally got together. They've been officially dating for two weeks. I'm proud of them, they seem perfect for each other.
Richie was stuffing his face with french toast. "Don't choke Chee." I pounted out as a sipped on my orange juice. "I can choke on something else." Richie winked and continued to stuff his throat with French toast. Bill groaned, "Not in front of us." Bill complained. Richie chuckled as he ate his last bite of french toast in record time.
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We walked back to Richie's house hand in hand. Richie used to never let me in his house, but after the black eye incident, he's been open about it. He told me about his family problems and it was incredibly touching. But, it made me think. He's opening up to me, but I'm not opening up to him. I've finally decided.
I need to tell him.
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Richie was sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard and I was in his lap. We cuddled in this position frequently, but I couldn't stop moving. I was itching to tell him. I needed to get this out of my head.
"Eds. If you don't stop moving there's gonna be a little problem. Well, not little. I don't think it's little. Your mom said it was big." Richie teased. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
I looked up and starightened my back to be eye to eye with Richue. "Can I tell you something?" I nervously asked. Richie could sense my nerves, "Of course you can Eds." He said as he brushed his fingers in my short hair.
THIRD PERSON POV
"I need to leave." Eddie bluntly said. "Do you need to go home?" Richie asked. "No. I need to leave." Eddie repeated himself. "Are you moving?" Richie questioned. "No. I need to leave with you. But, if you don't want to come, then I'll have to leave by myself." Eddie admitted. Richie sat in silence.
"Of course I'll come with you. We're eighteen. We can leave if we want. But, how are we going to leave?" Richie asked. "When my dad died I got a shit ton of money. But, I had to wait util I turned eighteen. I have it saved and I can take it whenever I want. I can get a shitty apartment and we can go from there." Eddie explained. Richie nodded, "Let's fucking do this." Richie stated.
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