Sparks Flying

Tears Flow Out

Richie's POV: I woke up at 1 PM, that's not my usual time I wake up... I usually wake up at 10 AM, am I okay? I decided to get dressed in a blue hawiaan shirt and some jeans I heard the doorbell ring. "Coming!" I yelled, I quickly brush my teeth and open the front door. It was Eddie. "Hi." I say, he was in this yellow polo shirt  and some blue jeans and with his... Of course, fanny pack. "Come in, please. " I sound desperate, "Okay, so how was your day Richie." He asked me, "Good, what about you?" I ask. "Pretty good, I was worried about you." He said, me? Why me? Does he think I can't take care if myself? I am terrible, I'm not important, I'm better off left alone. "You didn't answer any of my calls. I thought you got hurt." Eddie said. He thought I got hurt? Ugh, I hate myself, I always am so desperate, I should just fucking kill myself. "Richie, are you okay? " Eddie asked, "Yeah, just deep in thought. " I said, "About what? " he asked. Shit! I can't tell the truth, but I can't lie to the love of my life. I have to though. "Just thinking of banging your mother" I say, "Ugh Richie, really?" "Yup" I put on a smirk, it was fake though he won't notice. Fuck what am I doing?! I was tearing up, Eddie will see this, "Woah Richie, what's wrong." "I'm sorry. " I said, he pulled me into a hug and I start to cry harder.

266 words. Wow! :)