" No way ! N-No fucking way !" Eddie crosses his arms and turned away from the others. " Oh, come on, Eds," Richie persisted.
" It's the rules. You have to kiss me !"
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2:37 pm ; the night of the party.
As the final bell of the day rang, Eddie was almost on the verge of a full blown panic attack.
This wasn't normal for him, as the weekends were usually something Eddie looked forward to, but given the circumstances, the fact that as soon as he got home he had to get himself ready for this party that he didn't even want to go to; this wasn't something he looked to.
Eddie takes his jacket out of his locker, throwing it on before quickly slamming his locker shut, only to practically jump out of his skin afterwards.
"Why the rush, Spaghetti-man?" Asked Richie, leaning on the lockers, putting all of his weight on them.
Eddie groans, "Jesus...fucking- What the hell, Richie?"
"What, aren't 'chu happy to see me?" Richie asked, a smug grin plastered on his face. Eddie scowled at the taller boy and folds his arms across his chest. He gave Richie a pout before responding to his idiotic behavior.
"Since when am I ever happy to see you?" Eddie shot back.
Richie fakes a frown. He dramatically placed his hand over his chest where his heart was and sighed, "Ouch, Eds. That hurts-"
"Did you need something?" Eddie interrupted him.
Richie sighs once again, "Jeez, you're no fun." He steps closer to Eddie, "But, Yeah. I did need something."
Eddie groaned, throwing his arms to his side. "What now?" He asks, to which Richie puts his hands up in a defensive manner, his smirk suddenly returning.
"Relax, sweetie. The losers just told me to ask you if you'd be interested in getting ready at the clubhouse." This calmed Eddie down a bit, as now he wouldn't have to be alone with Richie the entire time.
He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "Oh yeah, uhm, sure." He replied. "B-But I'm stopping by my house to at least drop my stuff off and tell my mom where I'm going." Eddie shoved past Richie and made his way out the front doors, but Richie followed behind him and bombarded him with questions.
"Wait, you're gonna tell your mom you're going to a party?" He asked, a goofy grin on his face, as he and Eddie walked.
"Are you insane-"
"Fucking chill out, douche." Eddie says. "Of course I'm not telling my mom I'm going to a party. Are you insane?"
Richie was confused now. "B-But, then-"
Eddie groaned and still walking, not wanting to look at Richie as he said this, "Well, I was just planning on telling her that I was staying at Stan's tonight or something-"
Richie let out a kind of, shocked chuckle. "Eddie Kaspbrak? Lying to his mommy?"
"Shut the fuck up, asshole." Eddie snapped. "Would you wanna tell her?" He asked, to which Richie put up his hands and let out another chuckle.
"No way." He admitted, to which Eddie crosses his arms.
"Exactly." He shot back.
Entering their little col-de-sac type street, Eddie had told Richie to wait outside, but Richie was not about to let that slide.
"Wh-Wait, Why can't I go inside with you?" He asked, standing on the little pathway only inches from his porch steps, which Eddie had already climbed up.
Eddie spun around and scoffed, "Uhm, because if I tell my mom I'm going to Stan's and you're standing there with me then she'll get suspicious and make me stay home." He said. Richie nodded.
"Also, she hates you." Richie was a bit taken aback by that, as Eddie darted inside right after he had dropped that on him. It wasn't new information, however, as Richie already knew how his mother felt about him.
Eddie tosses his backpack in his bedroom, and made his way down the hall to his mother's bedroom, where he found her lying on her bed watching the latest episode of Wheel Of Fortune.
Eddie knocked on the already open door, "Mommy?" He greeted her shyly. She snapped her head over to the door and smiled.
"Eddie-bear, how was your day?" She asked. Eddie smiles and nods, "I-It was alright, b-but uhm, I-I was actually wondering if I could spend the weekend with Stan?" His mother's smile faded and she sighed.
"Eddie, you know how I don't like it when you go out." Eddie nodded at her worry.
"Y-Yes, mommy. I-I understand, but I haven't hung out with him in forever and-and I just kind of wanna get out of the house-"
"Why would you need to get out of the house, Eddie?" She sat up. Eddie could feel his face breaking into a cold sweat as he thought about what to say next.
"Oh, uhm...I-I-I just need some fresh air, is all." He smiled nervously, to which his mother's eyes narrowed and she sighed a frustrated sigh.
"Go ahead and go, but be home Sunday. Early. No exceptions." She scolded, but that didn't bother Eddie, as he was just happy that he had gotten away with that.
"Okay, bye mommy. Love you!" He called out before darting down the hallway and out the front door.
He spotted Richie kicking around a few rocks in his driveway, but as Eddie made his way over to him he lifted his head up and smiled.
"Why, hello there. How did it go?" He asked as they started to walk down the sidewalk.
Eddie sighs, "Pretty well, honestly." Richie nodded and chuckled.
"What?" Eddie asked.
Richie shook his head, "Oh nothing...just- I've never taken you for a liar." Eddie rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, well, don't milk it. I only do it once in a blue moon. I only do it when I have to." Eddie admitted.
Richie then wrapped his arm Eddie. "Oh, Eddie Spaghetti, you are a delight." Eddie shoved Richie away and scoffed.
"Sh-Shut the hell up." Was all he managed to get out, but he really wanted to say more to Richie.
He and Richie made their way towards the woods where the clubhouse was, and the entire time Eddie was dreading it. He didn't want to go to this party, but deep down, he kind of enjoyed the thought of being Richie's "date."
