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part viiii

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Richie woke up to his phone ringing with a start. It was Eddie calling him. He missed the answer button a few times since he wasn't wearing his glasses. "Hello?"

"Richie! Good morning." Eddie was talking cheerfully.

"What time is it?" Richie asked, rolling over on his bed to grab his glasses off his nightstand.

"11 A.M." Eddie replied, then paused. "Did I wake you?"

Richie snickered a little. "Yes."

"Well, good, you should be up anyway. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today? My mom is visiting her sister."

Richie paused for a moment, stretching out his arms and legs. "Well, toots, I'd be delighted."

Eddie laughed a little. "Okay, well, get over here after you shower and all that. Please brush your teeth, Rich."

Richie pouted, even though Eddie couldn't see him. "Are you implying my breath stinks?"

Eddie laughed again. "Yes. See you soon."

Richie heard the telltale beeps of an ended call and he put his phone down. He stretched again, finally standing up out of bed. He grabbed a new pair of boxers and headed into the bathroom to shower. Richie more than thoroughly washed his body, purely for the sake of Eddie, and brushed his teeth afterward. He threw on a shirt and some pants, not bothering to make his hair look presentable. He was out the door within the hour Eddie called him.

When Richie arrived, Eddie had already opened the door and was ushering him inside. Eddie seemed very upbeat and excited. "What's going on with you, huh? Excited to see me or something?" Richie teased.

Eddie smiled. "You could say that. I was making lunch and I got a perfect idea and you get to taste test it!"

Richie raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really? You can't taste it yourself?"

Eddie frowned a little. "I can! I just want another opinion, asshole."

Richie smiled, nudging him with his shoulder and bringing him close to him. "I will try anything you make for me, Eds." He paused, "even your.. bodily fluids..."

Eddie shoved Richie off of him. "You are disgusting and I hate you. I thought you were being sweet."

Richie scoffed, feigning hurt. "I was Eddie Spaghetti. That was endearing."

Eddie made a face. "Your definition of endearing is very wrong." He turned back to the stove, grabbing a wooden spoon and stirring something in a metal pot. "Anyway, come here. I want you to try this."

Richie leaned over Eddie to peer into the pot, a red sauce lightly simmering. Richie took the wooden spoon from him and sipped a little sauce off the utensil. It was a sweet and spicy tomato sauce. "That's good, Eds! What is it for?"