"Yowza!" Richie screeched out as the blocks of Jenga came tumbling down like an avalanche. "Ed's gets off a good one!"
"Oh shut up, Richie." Eddie spat back, climbing onto his knees to get more comfortable. "You haven't been the best at this, either."
"This is getting boring. Got anything else, Bill?" Mike asked, standing up. "I'm not really in the mood for more boardgames."
Bill sat there, a concentrated look settled on his face.
"Spin The Bottle!" Richie suddenly blurted out. "It'll be fuuuuuuun."
"Yeah, Bill, c'mon." Beverly joined in with Richie's begging, then Ben, then Mike, then eventually Stan. They all cast a glance at Eddie, who was not thrilled at all by the idea of kissing his friends.
"Nuhuh! Nope! This is exactly how-how AIDS spreads!" Eddie said, pacing back and forth in the room.
"That's not how AIDS spreads, Eddie..." Stan commented, an amused look on his face.
"Yeah," Richie joined in, "You get it by having gay sex."
"Richie, that's disgusting." Beverly replied. Richie was slightly hurt by it.
Disgusting? Does she find gay people gross? Weird? Disgusting? What if she finds out and hates me for it and outs me to the other Losers? What if Ben does? He's bound to, he knows! Richie cast a glance at Ben, who was already staring at him, as if he could read Richie's thoughts. Ben smiled at him, a smile that said, 'I'm not gonna tell anyone.'
That seemed to ease Richie's racing thoughts.
"Fuh-fine." Bill agreed, leaving the room and coming back a minute later with a bottle of red wine. "My p-p-parents keep a shitload uh-of wuh-wuh-wwww-wine." Bill informed them, sitting back down and opening the bottle.
"What are you doing..?" Eddie queried.
"We nuh-need an empty b-bottle." Bill told him, taking large sips of the wine and then passing it on to Stan who took another sip, then Ben, then Mike, then Beverly, and then Richie. As Richie took his large sip, he handed it to Eddie.
"What?! No way!" Eddie declined and pushed the bottle back to Richie. "I'm not drinking alcohol!"
"Don't think of it as alcohol, Ed's." Richie said before gulping down the rest of the red wine and handing the empty bottle to Bill. "Think of it as grapes crushed by some fat country boy's feet."
Eddie cringed, disgusted.
"Alright, he-here we g-g-go." Bill interrupted them, and spun the empty bottle. Eddie was sick to his stomach as he was sure the bottle would land on him. But it didn't, instead it landed on Beverly.
"Aww, shucks!" Richie snapped his finger, pretending to be disappointed. "I'm jealous of you, Big Bill." Richie winked.
"Beep beep, Ruh-Ruh-Ruh-Richie." Bill said, leaning in a pressing a quick kiss to Beverly's soft pink lips. It didn't last long before they pulled apart and Beverly did her turn. She spun the bottle and it landed on Ben. Ben's face turned a hot red and he tried to hide it by looking down.
"Lucky man, Haystack!" Richie joked once more.
"Y-you don't have to, Beverly-" Ben said quietly, but was cut off as Beverly pulled him in and met his lips with hers. This one lasted longer than her kiss with Bill. Richie looked over at Bill, who looked annoyed.
Ben's eyes were wide with shock, and his head looked like it would explode with how red it was.
Beverly pulled apart, and gestured to Ben to make his turn. When Ben didn't move from the shock, Richie decided to take his turn.
"Oh boy, I do hope it's Ms. Marsh!" Richie crossed his index and middle fingers as the bottle slowed its spinning. It had passed Beverly, and stopped spinning to Richie's left. It had landed on Eddie instead.
"Ooo, lucky boy, you!" Richie pinched Eddie's cheeks, making them red.
"I'm not kissing anyone!" Eddie protested, but couldn't fight the feeling that lay deep in his heart that was telling his brain, 'liar, you know you want to.'
"Don't be such a pussy, Ed's." Richie said.
"Uhm..." Eddie felt his throat start to close and his lungs burning. He reached inside his fanny pack and grabbed his inhaler, sticking it in his mouth and pulling the trigger.
"Woah, Ed's, if it's that serious to you, we don't have to. I was just kidding." Richie leaned to Eddie's side and put his hand on Eddie's shoulder comforting.
"You kid too much, Toizer." Eddie said before unexpectedly crashing his soft pink lips against Richie's. Good thing Richie had chewed mint gum before this.
Richie let his eyes linger over all of Eddie's facial features. His freckles looking as if someone had sprinkled pixie-dust over his nose, his eyelashes long and beautiful. Eddie's features were more hypnotizing than the deadlights Beverly had been caught in that summer of 1989.
They pulled apart and Richie's mouth gaped open, shocked. His heartbeat felt like it was beating 100 miles per hour, his lungs gasping for air even though the kiss hadn't lasted that long.
"Please say something." Eddie begged.
"Holy fuck." Richie obeyed Eddie's please.
"Oh thank God." Eddie sighed with relief, a smile washing over him, and a smile washing over Richie's face too.
Now Richie was sure how he felt about Eddie.
