Are you satisfied? (A Richie x Eddie Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven

That was quite a long yet short hiatus and I apologize oml I was reading reddie and fick fanfictions myself

--Richie's POV--

I just couldn't stop laughing. To think that it took me years to realize I had fallen in love with Eddie completely cracks me up.

And guess what?

He just might like me back.

After a while I was completely out of breath and could laugh no longer. I look up on the bed and there he was.

I love that boy.

A few seconds later I heard him exhale sharply.

He's crying. Is it my fault? Well, obviously. But does he not like me back?

I crawl up into the bed and wrapped my arms around his tiny waist.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't need to cry. I'm right here." I said, trying to comfort him. I squeeze his body tightly and he sniffles.

"You don't really care." He mumbles. I sit up and he looks up at me. I try to look offended, jokingly of course.

"You don't think I care about you? You're all I'll ever need, Eds. You're my best friend, even more. EDWARD, IM PRETTY SURE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU."

He punches my arm. "Don't call me Edward, or ill call you Richard, Richard. And I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you too."

I take the bottom of my shirt and wipe off the tear streaks on his cheeks.

He takes my hands, pecking me on the lips before lying back down. "You definitely need your beauty sleep, kiddo. You can stay here on the bed if you want." He smiled, closing his eyes.

I laid across from him, pulling him in so his head rested on my chest. I tried to look down at his pretty little face, but my nose just ended up brushing against his soft, brown hair.

"If you blow your nose in my hair I will take back my love for you." He remarks, kicking my ankle.

"So, what you're saying is that as long as I don't blow my nose in your hair, you will love me unconditionally?" I laugh, inhaling the scent of his hair. Vanilla.

"Unconditionally, perhaps not. If you dare me to drink grey water again that may be another condition that takes love off of the table. Just go to bed."

I squeeze him tightly again. This feels right.

Wait, fuck. I'm gay.

Well. I guess we all expected it.