Richie stood on the doorstep of the Kaspbrak household. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers.
And good lord, this was a gorgeous sight. A looker like Richie Tozier in a nice outfit with a bouquet of roses.
Due to Eddie's reminders, he had checked the forecast beforehand. Today was going to go absolutely perfect.
He had told Eddie, "be ready at 7. I'm taking you to dinner." It was 6:56, and he could only hope Eddie held up his end of the deal.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
When Eddie opened the door, Richie expected to see one thing.
Eddie, dressed in whatever cute outfit he picked out, ready for their date.
He did not expect to see Eddie, shirtless and in Spiderman pajama pants, with a blanket around his shoulders.
"Richie!" Cough "Hey! I was gonna text you but I just woke up." Cough "I'm a tiny bit sick. I think I can still go out though." Cough
Richie, although very, very upset, was not going to let this get to him. He simply stepped inside the house and set the flowers down.
"It's alright Spaghetti. We can go out another time. Let's just make sure you get better. Go lay down and I'll bring you some soup."
Eddie happily obliged, padding his way down the hallway and into his room.
Richie made the soup, along with a cup of tea, and carried it carefully to Eddie's room.
As carefully as possible, because he rushed there. That soup bowl was fucking hot. Hotter than him.
Once he made it to the room, he let the bowl thud down on the bedside table, blowing on his hands.
"Motherfucker man. That hurt like a bitch."
Eddie gave him a tired grin.
"Thank you Rich." Cough Cough "I'm sorry about our date, I really-" Cough "I really wanted to go."
Richie got into bed next to the brown haired boy, ruffling his hair.
"Don't worry about it Eds. We can go out another time."
