Your dirty little secret - Reddie

-8-

The group went upstairs to Bill's room. They set up the beds on the floor, and got ready to go to sleep. Beverly and Bill left the room and went downstairs as the rest got changed for bed. It was already two in the morning by the time everyone laid down for bed.

"You guys are bigger pussies than Eddie's mom's! What kind of sleepover do you actually sleep at?"
"Beep Beep, Rich." Eddie said turning his back to Richie as he snuggled into his blankets.

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When the sun came up, Eddie was the last to wake. The losers sat in the living room downstairs playing games while Eddie slept in, like a baby. After waking up, he realized the sun was out and the group was no longer in the room, and went downstairs.

"Good morning sleepyhead!" Beverly yelled, being the first person to see him approaching. Everyone turned and chuckled as Eddie flipped her off. Beverly giggled, "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine! Why?" Eddie sat down next to Ben and Richie. Richie looked down at the table and placed a card down, then looked back at Beverly, "My turn, Bill do you have...Hmmmm...A card with Mrs. K one it? No? Aww man! Guess I better pull a card!" Richie joked. Beverly reached for the card Richie had placed on the table.

"It wasn't as terrible as you thought? Sleeping next to Mr. Trash mouth?" Beverly joked. The group laughed a bit, "No it was, but I'm not trying to be a party pooper!"

Stanley rolled his eyes, "Oh please! When I woke up you two were hugging!" The two looked at each other, then looked away and made shared discussed noises. Richie gaged, "No seriously, Stop! I'm supposed to be the gross one!"

That morning, when they had been sleeping, Richie had woken up to Eddie turing over and hugging him. Richie tensed all of his muscles and tried not to wake him up. He didn't want to embarrass him, and he definitely didn't want to seem gay.

One of Eddie's legs was hung over Richie's legs. One of his hands was under his head, and the other was wrapped around Richie's waist. Eddie's head was pushed up against Richie's chest. Richie didn't want to startle him so he did his best to calm down, then hugged Eddie.

I'll just make something up tomorrow. It's fine. Not like the boy you've liked since at least last summer is cuddling you right now. You're fine.

"Awww! You guys are actually friends? I thought you hated each other!" Mike teased. Ben put down his book and joked, "Nah Eddie's just a cuddly person!" He smiled. Eddie glanced around the room.

"Wait! This is my fault? Why would I fucking hug him? I don't even know when the last time he had a shower was! And he smells and it's so unsanitary! You guys are disgusting!" Eddie ranted in one breath.

"Wow! Such kind words! Now I think I'll marry your mom and become your step dad just to piss you off a bit more!" Richie laughed, a bit hurt but trying not to show or take it personally.

"Pancakes!" Stanley screamed from the other room. They all hopped up and ran into the kitchen. Bill helped take plates down, Bev and Ben set the table, and the others helped decorate the pancakes in wiped cream, Carmel, sprinkle's and syrup. Everyone except Richie.

Stanley was the best at cooking. Everyone else besides Beverly was banished from cooking at any gatherings aside from Stan of course. He was their chef, Bev was just the only one allowed to be his assistant.

"You guys are so gross. Who puts that much sugar on their pancakes?" Eddie put down the syrup as Richie trashed them. He ate the pancake with nothing but whipped cream. Richie only liked butter on his pancakes. He didn't like anything too sweet in the mornings. The others just ignored him, but to Eddie his words mattered.