Are you satisfied? (A Richie x Eddie Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

--Richie's POV--

I pedal ahead of Eddie, smirking like a fool as I pass him. "Last one to the arcade is Billy's dads wang!"

Eddie looks kinda grossed out, but still seems to speed up. "You're repulsive." He replied, struggling to catch up.

I stop looking at Eddie again. Why do I keep doing that? I look ahead of myself and manage to pedal even faster than I had before.

Soon enough, Eddie was achieving first place in our little race. "Beep beep, Richie." Eddie giggles, getting further ahead of me.

He smiles back at me and I become flustered, falling behind- beyond the point of catching up.

Eventually, we pull our bikes up to the arcade and lock them out front.

"I win." Eddie winks and does finger guns sarcastically and I become a beet-red mess. "Are you having a fucking stroke right now?" He laughs, walking inside.

I awkwardly laugh and follow him, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose.

Like usual, he has a random small bag of quarters. I bet he's going to spend them all on Mrs.Pacman. What an absolute nerd.

I've got a couple quarters in my pocket. I was planning to go to the arcade after the diner alone, but Eddie is always pleasant company.

"You playing Mrs.Pacman again?" I slyly smile at him.

"Fuck off. It takes strategy." He says, leaving me and going over to the machine I expected him to go to.

Pleasant company.

I wander around the arcade until I spot my old friend, Punch Out.

I've got a dollar worth of quarters. That should be enough.

I slide a quarter into the slot and start.

At this point I'm practically slamming the button at the speed of light, but I can't seem to beat Soda Popinski today.

Fuck. I'm out of quarters.

Might as well watch Eddie play his game. I find him still playing Mrs.Pacman. She's not even hot.

I rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to annoy him. "Haven't you beat the high score yet?"

"No," he says, annoyed. His pupils move quickly as he follows the yellow circle on the screen. "Why would I still play it if I beat the high score?"

I pause for a second, just to watch him as he's concentrated. I have no answer, so I pinch his cheek. "Cutie."

His eyes get even wider and he slaps my hand, but I can see him smiling. He looks back at the screen.

"Damn it! You killed me!" He laughed, jokingly punching me.

We smile at each other in a comfortable silence, the flashing lights illuminating his face.

After about thirty seconds, he yawns and rubs his eyes. I wasn't lying when I said he was a cutie.

"You're such a twink. I should get you home." I say, breaking the silence.

He nods. "Thanks."

As we walk out of the arcade, I wrap my arm around his shoulders and squeeze him. No homo though.