We Are Good

Chapter Twenty

Richie turned in the bed as he woke from a nice sleep. When he turned he hit something next to him. Richie groaned opening his eyes to try and move back into his comfortable position but stopped short seeing what it was or rather who it was. Eddie had gotten in the bed with him at some point and was peacefully sleeping on Richie's right arm. Richie moved closer to him and wrapped his left arm around his waist. Eddie moved in his arms pressing his back to Richie's chest. Richie smiled into his hair and ignored the slight pain in his rib cage. He looked around the room looking for a clock, his eyes landed on one above the door and squinted to read it. He thought it read 12:07 am but he wasn't sure without his glasses. Richie looked around the other side of the room and saw someone sitting in the chair in the corner. At first Richie was terrified because who the fuck was watching him sleep? But it was only Stan and he was sleeping too. Richie let out a relieved sigh and looked around for something to throw at him. He was bored and wanted to talk to him. Richie grabbed a tissue box on his bed side table, reaching around all the wires and machines monitoring him. He threw it at Stans head but it hit his chest.

"WHAT?" Stan yelled wiping the drool off his mouth.

"Shhhhh!" Richie hushed him trying not to laugh. "Why are you here?" Richie whispered to him.

"You scared the shit out of me!" Stanley whispered back. "I'm here because I want to be obviously."

"You chose sleeping in an old hospital chair over sleeping in a bed with your boyfriend at my awesome house?" Richie questioned.

"Yes, yes I did." Stan said matter of factly. "I'd hope you'd do the same for me." He mumbled looking around the room a little. Richie scuffed and moved his face deeper into Eddies hair. Stanley laughed at him and Richie flipped him off.

"I'd die for you Stan. Everyone knows that." Richie mumbled enjoying the smell of Eddies hair.

"Yea yea yea I know." Stan waved off. "But you're ok?"

"Yes I'm perfect. I'm going to be fine." Richie explained.

"I thought you were dead, that was the worst feeling I've ever felt. Might be the worst day of my life. Next to almost getting my face eaten off by a killer clown of course." Stan talked quickly and Richie laughed.

"Wow, Stan the man actually has a heart behind all those depressing walls." Richie joked and Stan just rolled his eyes. "It was the worst day of my life too, next to being outed by a killer clown."

"Yea I'm starting to think that clown was bad news." Stan joked back. Eddie turned around placing his hand on Richie's chest and digging his face in Richie's neck. Richie smiled and kissed his forehead. "That doesn't hurt any of the shit you've got going on?"

"It does a little but I don't care." Richie replied staring at Eddies sleeping face and Stan scuffed again. "I asked him to marry me when I was high on the hospital meds."

"You did not!" Stanley let out a cackle and slapped his hand over his mouth when he realized how loud it was. "What did he say?"

"I'm glad this is amusing." Richie said. "He won't tell me what he said."

"I mean this is funny, your 16." Stan scolded.

"I know! I'm not stupid Stan.... but I'm almost 17."

"Oh you cannot be serious."

"I'm not saying anything! I'm just.... stating facts." Richie argued. "Listen just because I ask him to marry me doesn't me we have to get married anytime soon."

"Rich you can't even really get married.." Stanley said cautiously. Richie didn't look at him because he felt that was unnecessary to say.

"It's the thought that counts." Richie said. "Marriage is paper and stuff anyways, all that matters is the promise."