𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | fraser x richie

8. everything

Richie had found Fraser in the magazine section of the Derry Library, sitting between two rows of shelving with books and magazines scattered all around him. Nature magazines, photographer's documents, and lots of star charts. Fraser didn't smile when Richie approached him. He was deep in thought, hazel eyes beautiful and dark, his messy bleached hair was fluffed down as he hunched over a book on the floor, his thumb tracing a trifold photograph of a constellation.

"Real poetic," Richie whispered hurriedly. "What's all this shit about?"

Fraser leaned up at Richie, looming over him, and put a finger to his lips.

"I'll explain later. Take me to dinner," Fraser whispered back.

"You're anything, if not demanding, blondie." Richie offered Fraser a hand which he declined, instead he murmured something about the page of the book before closing it and getting up. He left the mess of strewn magazines on the library floor as Richie escorted him to his car, gaping at him.

"Do you always do that? Leave your shit everywhere?" Richie asked.

Fraser stared at him. "Oh, like you do?"

Richie laughed softly and cuffed Fraser's shoulder. He flinched. "Good one, new kid. Hey, we could go back to my house after dinner if you want."

Fraser shrugged which was a good enough yes.

***

"You're been drinking that soda for twenty minutes now, I think that counts as stalling," Richie commented on Fraser from across the diner booth. He pinched the plastic straw between his fingers and stuck his tongue out at him. Richie shoved more fries into his mouth and cupped one hand to his ear. "I'm listening."

Fraser sighed and blushed at the same time. "You know what stars look like, right Richie?"

"Yes, Fraser. I am aware of what stars are," Richie huffed.

"Okay, okay. So if you look at a night's sky, there's millions of stars, right? Because we're so far away from them, all that we can see are these tiny dots in the sky."

"We can see what they look like if we have a telescope."

Now it was Fraser's turn to let out a huff of annoyance. "You're missing the point. Okay, where was I? The sky has all of these tiny little dots, and that's all that humans can see. They're all the...same."

Richie wiped his salty fingers along the front of his shirt and frowned at Fraser. He hadn't touched the onion rings he'd ordered even though Richie swore there wasn't a trace of meat in them. "And?" Richie prompted. Fraser leaned forward in the booth, looking excited and flustered and a little bit scared.

"Richie," He started. "I'm the sky."

Richie barked out a laugh. "If I was gonna drop twenty bucks on gas money to haul my ass over here...just for you to quote poetry at me, I would have stayed at my house. How the fuck does this have a thing to do about you being gay? Or not, I don't know?"

"No no no! Listen, I'm the sky, okay? I've got all these stars around me, but they're all the same to me. Guys, girls, anyone. Everything is the same."

Richie stilled in his seat, staring at Fraser's red cheeks. "So you're saying that you're pansexual?"

"Pansexual?" Fraser repeated back, tasting the word. He didn't look displeased at it, just a bit startled. Richie leaned forward and let his hands graze the rings on Fraser's fingers.

Richie nodded. "It's when you love someone regardless of their gender. You don't have a preference, you just see what's in their heart."

"What's in their heart," Fraser repeated back again. He stared at Richie's hand now entwined in his own, his lips slightly parted at the realization.

"So even if I was a girl, for example, would you still like me?" Richie asked. He was being playful and just wanted to push Fraser's buttons, but he didn't expect the boy to fidget in his seat so much.

"I wouldn't care if you were a guy, a chick, or transgender, or anything, Richie." Fraser's hand tightened around Richie's. "You're really weird, and I think I like that. You kept staring at me that night we met in the grocery store."

"Because you were wearing two different colored sweatshirts and a beret," Richie said. He let his thumb graze along Fraser's knuckle, and the blonde haired boy watched it with deep fascination.

"You were wearing a Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts with palm trees on them! Seriously, Richie? Palm trees? Have you no depth to your wardrobe?"

"Well, we're both weird then, happy?" Richie smiled and Fraser smiled.

"Happy."

"Wait lemme take a picture, I need to capture this moment, as a certain someone would say," Richie winked and then snapped a photo of Fraser.

Fraser scrunched up his face at Richie and pretended to whine, then checked his phone for the post.

***

trxshmxth: ❝don't let those eyes fool you...this vegetarian won't even eat onion rings.❞

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fraserr: @ trxshmxth They fry all of their food in the same fryer. There could be years of fish filets in those onion rings I would have never known about.

bevmarsh: omg richie you took fraser to dinner??

stan.the.man: And you didn't scare him away with your impersonation of his mom?

trxshmxth: i'm saving that one for the next date

fraserr: Who said there was a next date

trxshmxth: if you're sleeping over than breakfast the next morning is our next date

fraserr: Says who 😋

bevmarsh: you two are so cute ❤❤❤

a/n: this chapter had my hc that fraser is a vegetarian so i hope you enjoyed that. but seriously though, vegans and veggies beware of fast food...everything is some animal product haha o - 0