" 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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"Wh-What?" Eddie's face reddened and his voice was a bit horse as he stared at Richie.
"Man, you actually looked scared...you still look scared!" Richie chuckled.
Eddie couldn't believe it. Actually, he could. He knew Richie better than that, so he should've known that this was all a joke to him. It didn't mean anything.
He glared at Richie before standing up. He speed walked over to the door and opened it, storming out of the room. He didn't forget to slam the door behind him on the way out.
"Eddie!" He heard Richie call out.
The bed creaked as Richie hopped up and threw open his door, he followed Eddie down the hall and grabbed ahold of him, "Hey, hey, hey, what the hell?"
Eddie pulled away from him and folded his arms across his chest, angrily.
"Oh god, it was just a kiss. I was kidding-"
"Shut up! Just shut up! You're always kidding, Richie. You're never serious with anyone! Everything is just a fucking joke to you!" Eddie spun around and got in his face.
Richie was taken aback by this. Eddie hardly ever yells at him like this. Yeah, he gets angry with him for his jokes sometimes but he's never taken them this seriously.
"Oh, please. I can be serious when I wanna be." Richie folds his arms across his chest.
"Bullshit! You've never been serious, Richie." Eddie argues, "The only time you're ever serious with anyone is when it benefits you and you alone!"
Richie scoffed, "Dude, It wasn't that serious. Kisses are kisses and nothing more than that."
Eddie glared ahead at Richie but he didn't say anything as he wanted to hear what he had to say.
"Besides, I do that with everyone." He said, "You're just sensitive."
Those words hit Eddie hard. They stood there for a moment or two in pure silence until Richie finally sighed, "Mkay, I-I'm tired as fuck, dude so why don't you grab a few blankets and a pillow from my room and come out here and sleep." He suggests. Eddie looked a little unnerved by that.
Richie sighed, "Since I don't think you wanna sleep in my bed or be near me, given what just went down." He turned around, arms folded across his chest and hands shoved in between his armpits.
Eddie didn't say a word, he just followed him down the hallway and back into his room. Richie dug in his closet for a second, leaving Eddie standing in the doorway. He was extremely anxious and just ready for this weekend to be over with so he could go home and forget about Richie for good. He didn't need him anymore, anyways. He wouldn't need to come and talk to Eddie unless they were with the losers of course. But, honestly he hoped he would never have to speak another word - or she another kiss with - to Richie again.
Unfortunately, Eddie was so caught up in his thoughts that he had forgotten that Richie was still there in the same room with him.
"I know it's not much but it will have to do-" Richie tried handing the blankets to Eddie but he was so far gone that as he held out his hands to take them he accidentally dropped them in the floor.
Richie sighed and Eddie snapped out of it and began apologizing profusely.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Eddie bent down to gather up the blankets and he began planning his escape. He was going to quickly pick up the blankets and leave without another word being said or another awkward moment happening but as he reached for the last blanket, Richie bent down and reached for the same one, allowing their hands to touch. Eddie lifted his head up and stopped his apologizing as did Richie - only he wasn't saying anything. They stared at each other for a moment, both of them slowly analyzing each other and their features.
Holy shit, Eddie thought, since when were Richie's eyes so...big and..brown? Yeah, they've always been brown but never this big. Maybe it had something to do with his glasses?
Richie used to wear these big goggles he called glasses but now he just wears regular looking glasses. Eddie examines his face throughly and realizes how much his face has really changed over the years. His cheek bones, his eyes and even his crooked smile. His looks had definitely improved from middle school, he could say that much. But, that was the problem. Richie knee how much he has changed - for the better, might he add - and he was obviously using that to his advantage. Eddie knew that Richie knew that he could pull any girl or guy he wanted and there was nothing in his way. No one could stop him.
Unbeknownst to Eddie, Richie was examining him as well. Everything down to his figure all the way up to his face. Richie saw how much Eddie had changed too. He squeezed Eddie's hand right which caught him off guard a little bit. Leaning in closer, Richie was analyzing every last detail of the other boy's face and it probably would have gone on longer if it weren't for the fact that Richie just had to say something in that very moment.
"You like what you see?" Richie spoke, ruining the moment.
Eddie blinked once or twice and realized immediately what he was doing. He scoffed and pulled his hand away from Richie's grip, snatching the other blanket and standing up.
"I-I-Uhm, Goodnight." Eddie spat before spinning back around and darting down the hallway towards the living room. Leaving Richie to wonder what he had done wrong.
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That night, Eddie couldn't sleep. He couldn't sleep with the constant thought of he and Richie's awkward moment racing in his mind. He honestly just wanted to die.
He didn't think spending the weekend at Richie's would be this awkward because Richie isn't or didn't seem like a very awkward person to Eddie whatsoever. Actually, to Eddie, it were as if he always knew exactly what to say to someone to get their attention. But, earlier he blew Eddie away with his stupid remark.
Eddie hated being so confused about a person. A very stupid, irrelevant person, he might add.
He sat up on the couch, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, giving them a hug. He propped his chin up on the top of his knees and sighed a sigh of pure defeat. He had lost to his thoughts. His stupid, semi unimportant thoughts.
Why couldn't he just go to sleep? Why was Richie all he could think about? What's the point?
