Are You Sure? ~Riddie~

Chapter Seven

^Richie's POV^

           Bill woke up to the smell of Ed's coffee. He got up and made himself some, and not shortly later Ben and Mike came in. They all had their coffee too. "Good job Rich, now everyone wants coffee." He said smiling a little. "Oh well! Coffees the fucking best," I said smirking at him. Stan came down after while, his hair looked crazy. It was every where. He just groans and grabs Bill's mug and drinks the rest. Bill gives a offended look but starts laughing. We all go back into the living room and watch the morning cartoons. Everyone was most quiet, sometimes starting small talk, but it would quickly end.

          Bill's Parents come home at around 12 and Mike leaves. After a while Ben goes home too. Now it's just Stan, Ed's, and me. Eddie says he has to go home and I say the same. We both walk out after saying our goodbyes, get get on our bikes. "I've decided that I'll ride home with you," I stated catching up with him on my bike. "Why?" He asked looking over at me. "Can I not follow my love home?" I can see his face turn red. "Since when am I your lover?" "You called me your lover, so I just thought" "When did I say that?!" I laugh and so does he. "Remember when you first got there? And I pretend to die?" I said trying to remind him of what happen. "Oh yeah, I guess I did call you that." He said looking at me. "Also don't forget our kiss," I said slyly, smirking at him. "Does that mean th-that we're a thing, or like if you don't wa-" I cut him off.

          "Yes." I say looking back at the road. "Yes, I want us to be a thing, but that's only if you want to." I looked back at him. I could tell he was thinking. "What will the group think? I mean, it is a sin to like the same sex." He said looking at me. "I don't give a shit! I like you so I don't care, nothing will stop me from liking you." I said peddling a little fast, since he had sped up some. "Yeah." He replied slowing down. "I like you too," He smiled at me. "And I wanna be a thing too." We were getting closer to his house. "Keep it a secret, ok? We'll have to come out eventually right?" He asked. "Of course, and I promise, I'll keep it a secret." He pulled into his drive way and so did I.

          He got off his bike and dropped it, walking up to me. He gave me a peck on my cheek and said bye. I said bye back and he walked into his house. I smiled and road home. When I get home a lay on bed. I could do my weekend homework, or I could just lay here. I think I'll just lay here. I close my eyes. I need some sleep.

^Eddie's POV^

          I got home and the first thing I saw was my mom. God, if she's upset. "Did you have fun sweetie?" Thank sweet Jesus. "Yeah, we just watched movies and ate popcorn. I didn't eat a lot though." I said looking at her. "Well that good sweet heart. Now you run along, I'll be in the living room." I walked up stairs. Maybe I won't have a nightmare? I hope I don't. I can't do this anymore. I lay down and close my eyes, clutching my inhaler in my hand. Please no nightmare, please no nightmare, please no nightmare. Maybe that's what's messing me up. Thinking about not having a nightmare is giving them to me? Does that even make sense? I don't know, but I've got to think of something else other than nightmares. What should I think about. Suddenly I know what I can think about. Richie.

          I think and think about Richie. As much as I possibly can. His face, his eyes, his lips, his hair, his smell. Anything to distance me from thinking about nightmares. I can feel my eyes getting heavier. His smile, all of his freckles, his bruised and scoffed up knees. The floral button up shirts he always wears. I can barely keep my eyes open. His smile, his laugh, the way he smirks after every smart remark. All of him.