Are you satisfied? (A Richie x Eddie Fanfiction)

Chapter Ten

Haha the name are you satisfied came from a song called are you satisfied by marina and the diamonds so check that out yo it just reminds me of Eddie ig

--Eddies POV--

I'm sitting across from Richie, shaking like a leaf in the wind. He can probably tell it's awkward, but I couldn't wait to feel his lips on mine for another day, month or year.

He clears his throat. "My mouth may taste like chicken nuggets and chocolate pudding."

"That's perfect."

He sits up on his knees and takes a hold of my wrist. He leans forward, and I push myself up a bit until my lips reach his.

I could've sworn my heart stopped when he cupped my cheek and pulled me in closer to make the kiss deepen.

After approximately eleven seconds- of course I counted -he pulled back and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

We stare at each other a little bit before I decide to speak up.

"So, did you feel anything special?"

He nods quickly, burying his face in his hands.

"You actually did taste like chicken nuggets." I tease, causing him to become even more flustered.

Honestly, I'm freaking out inside. Does he like me? What's going to happen next?

I reach over and grab my inhaler yet again.

"I guess we can say you took my breath away." I smile, taking a hit from my lovely breathing aid.

"Skdhdj!" He said through his hands. At least that's what I heard. Then he falls off of the bed laughing.

"Richie, it wasn't that funny."

He's not listening. He's still laughing his ass off on the floor.

"You need help," I lay back down. "I need sleep."

Who was I kidding? Well, Richie apparently.

I wasn't going to sleep at all tonight. I'm almost sure that if I sleep, I'll wake up tomorrow and Richie will have left.

Then, he'll never talk to me again. Maybe he was just tricking me. Maybe Stan told Richie about my crush, so Richie planned a whole thing to get me to admit it, and then he'll just make fun of me for the rest of my life because of it.

But even after all those years, I'm sure I'd still love him the same.

Being gay is tough.

The room goes silent, and I start to cry.

There's nothing to cry about. I got the kiss. I got everything I'd ever hoped for.

I quiet my breathing, hoping he'll fall asleep.

He doesn't.