Oh Noel | Reddie |

11. The Cabin

I spent a lot of the time in the car sleeping, and the times I wasn't sleeping, I was talking with Richie. At a certain point, we must have been somewhere in Iowa at that point, I woke up with my head in Richie's lap. He was wide awake, talking with his father, and I didn't want to interrupt the two, so I pretended to stay asleep. It was a comfortable position anyway, if he noticed I was awake, I would probably have to get up.

"It happened forever ago, and since then, we have both just ignored it as if it didn't happen, and I don't know if he actually likes me or not." Richie sighed.

"Well son, the only way you will get anywhere is to tell him. If he doesn't like you, then at least you told him and you won't live the rest of your life with the guilt of never saying anything. How do you think people like me and your mother get together? we talk about our feelings." Wentworth said, "our real feelings, not whatever stories you like making up. you were with him once, who says it can't happen again. If he let you kiss him, there's likely something there."

Holy shit - he actually - like for real, actually likes me? What the fuck do I do?

Richie ran a hand through my hair and I could tell he was looking down at me.

"you make it all sound so easy." Richie said solemnly.

I felt as the car slowed down steadily and parked. "You'll get it in time. I'll be right back." he said and I heard him leave the car. I was assuming we stopped at some sort of gas station or rest stop but I couldn't tell, and I was too tired and lazy to actually get up yet.

Richie leaned back into the back of his seat and sighed again.

"God, what the hell is wrong with me." I heard him say.

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We finally got to the cabin pretty late. The sun was setting, and the air was cold. It was a beautiful and cozy little two-roomed cabin with a large sitting room with a fireplace.

We brought in all our bags and set up our sleeping situation.

"I'll sleep on the couch this time since we don't have an extra bed." Richie offered.

"Richie, this is your place, you don't have to." I said, setting down my stuff.

"you are not sleepover in the cold living room." Richie argued.

"how about none of you sleep on couches. Share, you're both mature." Wentworth said as he walked into the cabin.

Me and Richie awkwardly made eye contact, but headed to one of the bedrooms.

I took a deep breath. It wasn't like we haven't slept together before, but this time was different, it was intentional, and not just sharing a couch at a sleepover, or accidentally falling asleep due to exhaustion, this was the two of us in a bed in a cabin up in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.

"Eddie can we-" Richie paused to take a deep breath, "can we talk about what happened at the sleepover?” He asked, looking somewhat desperate, but awkward.

He sat on the bed, and I decided to sit next to him. "I - I really liked it Richie, I don't think it meant nothing to you either. It really scares me, but I like you - a lot." I grabbed his hands, holding them in my own. As I spoke, a wide smile burst over his features.

"Really?" Richie asked, a stupid grin plastered over his face. I nodded, and he leaned in to place a kiss on my cheek. "I really like you Eds. I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't." He said.

"I wouldn't have let you if I didn't." I stated, though it was obvious and he knew that.

He didn't say anything else, and just hugged me, throwing all his weight on top of me, pushing me onto my back. We just laid there for a while, not saying anything, just staring at each other in pure bliss. It was after a while when I finally spoke up, asking the question we were both thinking, but he was too scared to ask. "Richie, will you be my boyfriend?"

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Happy Christmas Eve, and Christmas to all of you who celebrate it today, I have a friend in Denmark and I'm pretty sure he celebrated it today.

Sorry this is kind of mid, I wrote most of it at 11pm literally today Christmas Eve after setting up all the Christmas stuff. After my little brother goes to bed, we go to set up all the presents under the trees and one of the presents is this super heavy guitar for my step dad and me and my mom had to carry it down stairs all the way from my room, we were hiding it in my closet so he didn't find it. It's so weird, it doesn't feel like it's nearly Christmas, I probably said this a billion times. I started actually writing this fic in the beginning of November I think, and now it's almost 2023,and it feels like 2020 was just a week ago. The past few years have just gone by in a flash, somehow I've almost graduated high school, but I feel like I was just in middle school last year, like COVID just happened. It's crazy (wtf was that existential crisis shit, don't mind that wtf)

Well I'll try to write a chapter tomorrow if I can, but if I don't, Merry Christmas to all those that celebrate it, Happy Hanukkah, and overall, I just hope everyone reading this is doing well.

Also
for all those lemon demon fans
it is cabinet man day.
Don't get caught destroying those arcade machines, and uhhhh don't die I guess, I was gonna say something funny but I forgor

Merry Christmas I guess bros
-Jay