Trips. (Angst, Action.)

You Could Run But You Can't Hide.

The first day in California for the Losers was pretty eventful. And no, I'm not summarizing it, I'll let you read through the day.

An alarm went off in the room, everyone groaning awake.

"Who the fuck set an alarm..?" Beverly asked as she stirred up from a peaceful dream.

"I did!" Eddie announced. He sat up and put on sandal-slippers, mainly used for comfortable walking around in a house.

"But why?" Richie mumbled, shoving his face back into the pillow.

"Oh come on. I can't be the only one that really likes hotel breakfast? They might have good shit today!" Eddie said defensively, looking at everyone's sleeping bodies.

"Just.. give us a m-minute, Eddie," Bill said, sitting up and lightly shaking Stanley awake.

"Okay, you all better hurry. I'm not missing getting the good stuff!" Eddie squealed, excitement evident in his tone.

"Yeah yeah. I'm good," Richie mumbled, falling back asleep. Eddie sighed and crawled over to the boy on the bed.

"Get up, asshole," the shorter boy said. Richie buried his head deeper into one of the pillows. "Fine. Be that way."

Richie took a deep breath, ready to fall back asleep.

"Eddie, don't. He doesn't have to c-come," Bill said.

"Eh, too bad," Eddie shooed him off. He went to the end of the bed and smirked. He grabbed onto Richie's ankle and yanked, dragging him right off of the bed.

Richie yelped, trying to grab onto anything. He only ripped the well-made comforter off of the bed, whining once he hit the floor. Beverly sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"What just happened?" she asked, cautiously.

"Eddie dragged Richie off of the bed," Ben chuckled, coming out of the bathroom.

"I'm not gonna question where you came from," Eddie said. Richie closed his eyes and attempted to sleep on the floor.

Eddie smirked and crouched. "If you don't wake up, I'm gonna kiss ya," Eddie said as if it were a threat. He wasn't very good at it. He didn't think Richie liked him. He thought Richie thought being gay would be gross. That the jokes were all just a hoax and a big fat lie.

Richie smiled and turned his head to look up at Eddie. He tapped on his mouth. "Right there, Dr. K. Could really use the morning energy."

Eddie scoffed and smacked Richie in the mouth. "There ya go."

"Noo," Richie whined, grabbing Eddie and wrapping his arms around the boy's ankles. "I'll come to breakfast with you!"

"Rich, I'm not gay, what the fuck? I'm not actually gonna kiss you," Eddie said, kicking Richie off of him. Richie felt tears prick the back of his eyes, but he blinked them away.

"I wasn't wanting one from you. I want some from Ms. K! I miss her so much, Eds," Richie said, positioning onto his back and placing either hand on his heart.

"Fuck you," Eddie mumbled.

Everyone had gotten up and made sure they at least looked half presentable before heading down to the first floor for hotel breakfast.

"Oh, you were so right for this, Eddie," Beverly said, lightly punching his shoulder and grabbing a plate to start taking from the breakfast displayed.

Eddie chuckled and grabbed one himself. He gasped and held onto Richie's hand as he dragged the curly-haired boy to an area.

"Look! They actually have what I was looking for!" Eddie said excitedly. Richie blushed hard, grabbing a plate as an excuse to turn and hide his face.