Are you satisfied? (A Richie x Eddie Fanfiction)

Chapter Fourteen

--Eddie's POV--

Bev and I sat across from Mike in the booth. He had just gotten his food, which was just a plate of french fries. He smiled when he saw it. French fries are all he ever eats at the diner.

Yep, he's a vegetarian. What a child.

"So, what was it like?" Bev smirked, taking a sip of her strawberry milkshake.

"What was what like?" Mike and I said in unison.

"Kissing Richie." He laughed, turning to me.

"How'd you know ??" I yelped, digging my nails into the table.

"I heard it over the intercom. I get bored sometimes, so I usually listen to you talk to yourself. But yesterday was different." She giggled, playfully hitting my arm. "You guys are incredibly corny."

"Darn. I owe Bill ten dollars." Mike sighed, eating a fry.

"So, you two are okay with me and Richie being-"

"Yes!" Mike and Bev laughed.

"Since when have we ever been judgmental in any situation?" Bev grinned at me, and Mike nodded.

"Well, there was that one time where I'd make you all wear hand sanitizer every time I saw you. You weren't too happy about that." I smirk, making Bev roll her eyes. Mike stands up and pretends to leave, soon coming back and sitting behind his fries again.

"You know what we mean." Mike says, soon grinning again.

"So, where's your lover boy right now?" Bev asks, causing me to smile sheepishly.

"He goes to the temple with Stan and Bill on Sunday mornings, remember?" I answer. Bev nods.

"I remember now. What do you say that after they spend their time learning about Jesus, we head over and take them to the arcade or something?" Beverly raises her eyebrows, going back to her milkshake.

Mike slams his hands on the table, causing everyone in the diner to dart their eyes at him. "That sounds like so much fun." He laughs, and the other people trying to enjoy their Sunday brunch go back to doing so.

"We should definitely do that." I smile at Mike and Bev again.

God, I love my friends.

--MY BOY RICHIE'S POINT OF VIEW OH WOW--

Stan's Dad walks up to the altar thing and orders Stan and 'his friend' to sit down. Both Stan and Bill scramble to the pew. (Pew pew WATEr GUNs)

Stan ends up accidentally tripping into Bill's lap and I start cracking up. Everyone in the room have their eyes locked on those two gays as they continue to fuck up everything.

Eventually Stan's Dad escorts the three of us out. He looks pissed like never before.

What makes it worse is he doesn't even say anything. He just squeezes Stan's shoulder until Stan yelps before going back inside, shutting the door behind him.

"I almost shit myself. How about that." I force a smile, turning back to Bill and Stan.

"My dad is going to kill me." Stan squeaks out of his mouth.

Bill reaches out to Stan, poking his shoulder. "H-Hey Stan," he starts, making the curly fry look back at him. Bill points to his left and I follow his finger to a small bird, pecking at the rocks in the rough road.

As soon as Stan sees the bird he softens and smiles lightly. Bill wraps his arm around his shoulder which causes Stan's small smile to grow wider.

The three of us watch that bird for forever before Stan starts to break into a laugh, and then so do I. Soon Bill joins us, and we all laugh until the bird is scared away.

Billy stops laughing abruptly. "W-why were we la-laughing again?"

I guess Stan and I were laughing for different reasons because he says "We were so ridiculous in the temple" and I say "That bird was eating rocks".

BAHAHA IM BACK BECAUSE I HAD A SURGE OF INSPIRATION AND I FIGURE ITS TIME I START WRITING AGAIN AM I RIGHT I SAW SOPHIA LILLIS LIKE A WEEK AGO AND I KNEW IT WAS A SIGN OKAY I LOVE YOU GUYS