EDDIE'S POV
I'm heartbroken, I can't move. I wrap myself tighter in Richie's jacket as I lay in bed. Why did he have to leave? What am I gonna do? I have two more years left in high school, and I'll be alone. Richie was my only friend, my closest friend.
He said he'll write to me everyday. He better, I'll kick his ass if he doesn't write to me.
I can hear my mother downstairs making dinner. I know she'll barely feed me, she thinks I'm too fat. I don't have Richie to tell me otherwise, I don't have Richie to give me snacks and food throughout the day, I don't have Richie to convience me to rebel every once in a while.
Fuck, I miss him.
AN
-GROOVYLADY
