"I'm going to bed, guys." Stan interrupted The Goonies as he yawned. He sat up off of Bill's dark blue couch and made his way upstairs to Bills room.
"What?!" Richie protested, "it's only 1am!" Stan stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at Richie.
"Exactly. I should have been asleep ages ago." And with those last words, Stan made his way back up the stairs and disappeared.
"I think I'm gonna hit the hay too guys." Mike mimicked Stanley, also sitting up from where he sat on the floor, followed by Eddie and Ben.
"Pfft, you guys are weak!" Richie commented as Bill also followed in pursuit behind the others in his blue striped pajamas.
"Y-you can stay uh-uh-up, Ruh-Richie." Bill told Richie. "Buh-but we're all guh-guh-guh-going to b-bed."
Richie turned back and cuddled deeper in the couch cushions, settling his eyes back onto the TV where The Goonies was still playing.
"You going to bed too, Bevvy?" Richie asked Beverly, who was scooting closer to cuddle with the tall, lanky boy.
"In a little bit. I wanna watch a little more of the movie." Beverly replied, her head resting in Richie's lap while he ran his fingers through her ginger curls. He noticed she had a vanilla-like smell to her mixed in with Roses.
2:13am
"Rich," Beverly shook Richie awake, fighting to keep her eyes from drifting off again. "Rich!"
"Huh? What?" Richie jumped awake. They had both fallen asleep on the couch. "What time is it?" He asked groggily.
"2am..." Beverly replied, dragging Richie off of the couch and shutting off the TV. Their feet met the cold wood of the stairs as they made their way up, holding on to the railing as to not fall.
When Richie met the golden doorknob of Bill's door he turned it and walked inside carefully, not wanting to step on any of the any Losers or wake them. He left the door open for Beverly and stepped over Stan to make his way to his red sleeping bag beside Eddie.
"Rich, is that you?" Eddie's quiet voice filled the darkness of Bill's room.
"Yeah." Richie replied, "did I wake you? I'm sorry." Richie turned on his side to look at Eddie.
"No, you didn't. I was already up, thinking." Eddie reassured Richie, making quick eye contact with the boy.
"About what?" Richie asked.
"Just, the uh..." Eddie stammered over his words. "The...k-kiss...," he finally managed out.
"What about it? It was just a game, Ed's." Richie reassured Eddie, holding his chin in his hand to get more comfortable.
"It's not just the kiss, Richie." Eddie suddenly said with such seriousness it scared Richie. There was also a mix of anxiety and fear in his voice.
"What do you mean? You okay?" Richie touched Eddie's arm softly, sending shivers up Eddie's back at just the touch of Richie's fingers.
"Richie, I-," Eddie bit his tongue, already regretting his choice in words. It was Richie who was supposed to have trouble keeping his mouth under control, not Eddie. Eddie let out a deep breath and continued. He knew he could trust Richie. "I didn't not like the kiss."
Richie let out a nervous chuckle. "Okay? What's that supposed to mean?" He asked Eddie.
"Jesus, Rich!" Eddie whisper shouted. "Don't you get it?! I like you!" Eddie felt his face flare up in hot shame. Richie was bound to hate him now. A fairy. A faggot. A boykisser. A girlyboy. A fruit.
But Richie didn't hate Eddie at all.
"Well who wouldn't like me?" Richie blurted out. "I am pretty hot. I'm irresistible baby!" Richie hoped he hadn't woke any of the other Losers up with his loud mouth.
"You're pretty cute yourself, Ed's." Richie reached his arm over to pinch Eddie's cheek.
"Richie, I'm serious." Eddie pushed Richie's arm away.
"So am I, you are pretty cute." Richie confessed, more quietly this time though. He could feel his heart rate quicken.
"You...like me too?" Eddie said, raising his eyebrows. "If you're joking again Richie it's not funny."
"I'm not joking, Ed's."
"Stop calling me Ed's."
"Sorry."
The two boys laid down in their sleeping bags silently, staring at Bill's ceiling.
"Hey Rich?" Eddie broke the silence, turning back to look at Richie.
"Hm?" Was Richie's only response before feeling Eddie's lips collide with his own. Richie didn't kiss back immediately, as he was still trying to grasp what was happening. But after a few seconds he kissed back, and it felt like a million cocoons had just hatched in his stomach and butterflies was swarming everywhere. But it felt right. Like their lips belonged together. Like one puzzle piece meeting it's long lost soulmate which it fits together perfectly with.
Eddie reached his hand over to take off Richie's glasses to make the kiss easier, and Richie didn't object as his coke glasses slid off perfectly. Richie let his eyes linger open for a second to drink in all of Eddie's features. He could see all of his freckles even without his glasses now. He was sure he could count every single one of them if he wanted to.
'Butterflies will drink blood if offered'. The random fact popped into Richie's mind.
Richie felt like the butterfly in this situation, and Eddie was the blood.
