𝔸 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝔹𝕪 𝔸𝕟𝕪 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖 - reddie

#𝟞: 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝔸 𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕣

Gay.

Really fucking gay.

Really fucking gay with a capital G.

There wasn't much else to think about when I went to bed that night; Eddie was on my mind even when he was laying right next to me, asleep. I had woken up at least three times; the early morning sun had crept through the windows. It was quite beautiful, really, the way the orange-pinkish light reflected on the brown sofa. 

Eddie slept like a baby, I knew that much; every time I woke up, usually from a nightmare of a killer clown returning to my home to eat the flesh and blood right off my bones, I saw him. He was so peaceful... it was like he couldn't insult me or call me names or make me feel like I was wrong for loving him when he slept soundly like that.

I sat up at some point in the night, and I had planned to get water from Bill's kitchen, but I had immediately forgotten the task. Eddie had his shoulder tucked under the pillow, and it reminded me of a perfectly made sandwich. He had the blanket hanging loosely over his back, and his eyes fluttered. That was a tell when someone was dreaming, when their eyeballs swayed back and forth behind their eyelids. His chest heaved along with his breathing, and it caused his whole body to rise and fall. 

I couldn't help looking at him like this, and I felt better about doing it too; Eddie couldn't curse me out when he was asleep. I had full staring rights now.

I wish I could take in a moment and snap a mental picture. Something I could hold onto forever, my secret, special, private photo frame; something I could hang in the walls of my brain. If I could think of any use for a mental camera, this moment, right here, this was it. Sitting in Bill's living room at 5'oclock in the morning, laying on the couch with a sleeping Eddie Kaspbrak... Yeah, this was it. 

I leaned my head down closer to his; then I paused, subconsciously looking over my shoulder to make sure no one had gotten up from their bed to get an early-morning snack. Then, taking a shuddery, extremely anxious breath, I gently wiped Eddie's hair from his forehead and let my lips press against the exposed area. 

After breaking the soft kiss from the space above Eddie's eyebrow, I couldn't help but smile dumbly to myself. For a moment of nervousness, though, I suddenly assumed Eddie would wake up. Quickly, I added one last stroke to his silky smooth hair and sat back, so I could take in this moment. 

I felt my heartbeat in my ears.

"Sweet dreams, Eddie, my love."

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"For fuck's sake, Mike, if you don't stop constantly leaving your bike against mine, I'm gonna rip off the back tires and feed them to you." I heard Eddie yell in his extra-angry-short-person voice from the garage, followed by an ungrateful tugging sound.

Aaaaand, we're back to square one.

I heard Mike scoff to himself. "Go ahead and try. This shit is like steal." 

I was sitting at Bill's breakfast table, spooning the rest of the the cereal he had into one bowl. 

"You do realize you're not gonna have time to eat all that, right?" Ben said as he walked by, opening the refrigerator door and putting the milk back inside. "We're leaving for school in like five minutes."

"Fuckin' watch me," I said, before instinctively picking up the bowl and shoveling the milk and Captain Crunch into my mouth, as it began to dribble down the front of my shirt. It was so cold that I shivered to myself, grinning at Ben with my mouth full.