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part vi

hey! sorry this took so long, personal issues and what not

so uh, richie does throw up in this so if that bothers you, skip to the next time stamp thingy (its really not bad at all but idk if anyone gets sick bc of it sooOO)

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summary: beverly bets richie he can't get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1678

2 months remaining

"You are outright sucking today, Rich." Eddie commented as soon as he won the match, the fifth one in a row.

Richie let out a long breath through his nose. He didn't say much, just muttering that he didn't get much sleep last night. Truthfully, though, he was panicking on the inside. You have to tell him repeated inside his head, getting louder and harder to ignore with every passing second.

"Richie? You okay?" Eddie asked. He had paused the game, eyeing Richie worriedly. He was uncharacteristically quiet and Eddie hated it. Richie never shuts up, mostly because of his ADHD but it never bothered Eddie. It was quite the opposite, actually.

"Richie," Eddie says, his voice laced with concern. Richie was staring down at his lap, wringing his hands together. He looked nervous. Richie still made no move to respond. Eddie gently touched his shoulder, scooting closer to the boy who was still taller than him even when sitting. "What's wrong?"

Richie looked like he was about to respond, his mouth gaped slightly. Eddie's eyes widened as he watched Richie lurch, covering his mouth with his hand in a fist. He got up quickly, getting to the bathroom as fast as he could. Eddie got up slowly and made his way to the closed bathroom door. He knocked on the mahogany wood.

"Richie, are you okay?" Eddie asked, only to wince at the sound of him gagging. He frowned and opened the door to find Richie on the ground in front of the toilet, his glasses perched upon his curly mess of hair. Eddie walked over and crouched down next to him, sitting his butt on his heels. His hand found it's way to Richie's back, soothingly rubbing big circles on his skin.

Richie leaned forward, coughing. "Okay... I think I'm done." He announced, leaning back against the white tub near the wall to support his back. Richie ran a hand through his hair to find his glasses, successfully placing them back on his nose.

"What happened?" Eddie inquired, sitting beside Richie.

Richie shrugged. "Hell if I know. I just got sick."

Eddie watched him for a moment before standing. "I'll uh, go make some toast and get you some water, alright? Go lay down." He held out his hand.

Richie grabbed it, using it to help him up. "Thanks, Eds." He placed a chaste kiss on Eddie's cheek.

"That is gross. You just threw up and-"

"You love it, Eddie Spaghetti." Richie interrupted, winking and laying back on Eddie's bed.

"You are disgusting, Richie."

"It's what I do best!"

Eddie rolled his eyes, walking downstairs to the kitchen. Richie watched him leave, the panic in his stomach lowering. He had never thrown up because of being nervous, but it just got to him. He had never planned to tell Eddie, just break up with him after the bet was said and done. But this was so much more than a bet to Richie now. He truly, genuinely liked Eddie and the thought of him finding out or finding out about the bet from someone other than him scared him shitless.