Are you satisfied? (A Richie x Eddie Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

--Eddie's POV--

I could've pushed him further, but I decided not to.

I didn't want him to eventually be annoyed by me. That'd be terrible.

After a couple minutes of us lying next to each other, I sat up. "I'm kind of hungry. Lets make TV dinners."

"Eds, it's one in the morning." Richie said, still lying down.

"Your point is?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. It won't be the first time I've seen your mom at this time of night." He smiled, standing up.

"Yeah, I get it. You bang my mom." I rolled my eyes, smiling with him.

"You know it's funny." He grabbed my wrist and leads me downstairs. Sometimes I think he knows my house better than I do at this point.

We get to the kitchen and I raid the freezer while he stands behind me.

After a while I hear him chuckling quietly. He had left the room and come back without me noticing.

"What did you do??!" I shouted in a whisper kind of way. You know what I mean.

"I saw a sharpie on the counter and my brain just clicked." He says through his laughter.

"You didn't-" I start, rushing into the living room where my mom was sleeping.

"I did." He stifles his laughter as he puts the boxes of frozen food in the microwave.

When I get a view of my mother's face I have to take a whiff of my inhaler.

How in the hell does someone draw so many dicks in so little time.

I run back into the kitchen. "Richie, my mom is going to kill me!"

He shrugs and the microwave beeps. "You'll be fine."

"That was permanent marker!" I run my fingers through my hair, pacing the kitchen.

"Even permanent marker washes off of skin eventually. It's called false advertising." Richie takes the meals out of the microwave and takes the plastic off of the top of the boxes.

"That's bullshit. It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that my mom is going to have to go to church tomorrow with a ton of dicks on her face."

"My dick on her face." Richie smiles again, taking the two dinners and going back upstairs. I follow quickly behind him.

That's when a brilliant idea popped into my head for no apparent reason.

Who cares if my mom is going to actually kill me tomorrow?

Figuring out Richie's crush is my priority.

I've prepared myself to face the fact that it's probably not me, and I'll probably cry my heart out anyway when he tells me that.

"Hey, Richie?" I ask when we get in my room again.

"Hey, what?" Richie replies back in the same tone that I had asked my question. Do I really sound that annoying?

"What do you say we play an exciting game of truth or dare?"

Oof,, sorry it took so long for this update, yo. I started writing it but then I watched an entire season of South Park before finishing it