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twelve

stanley and eddie returned to stanley's house and it was time for the talk.

"so..." stanley started. "what are you going to do?" he asked, obviously filled with concern. the feeling that filled the room changed ever so slightly. eddie was confused. he didn't want to stay home but where else had he to go?

"i really don't know." eddie admitted. "i just, i don't even know how richie is going to react." eddie sighed.

"he didn't say anything on the phone?" stanley asked.

"i didn't let him." confessed eddie.

"okay edward, now that's on you." stanley giggled a bit trying to lighten up the conversation. "i'm sorry." he continued. "maybe you should just play it cool, see how he reacts then talk it out with him." he suggested.

"wow stan, aren't you the relationship expert." eddie said, stan's sarcasm rubbing off on him.

"i wish..." he mumbled almost inaudibly. eddie ignored it.

"i mean, do you know richie?! he will literally blow" eddie exclaimed.

"not when he's with you." stanley pointed out the obvious behavior richie displayed that eddie was almost entirely oblivious to. "he's patient with you. gosh i mean, he's almost tolerable when it's just the two of you."

"how would you know?" asked eddie. they both sat on the bed together.

"i mean..." stanley started, "even when we're as a group sometimes you guys just zone out as the two of you. you guys are whipped for each other."

"no way." eddie rejected the statement.

"if you were having a problem that didn't involve richie who would you go to?" stanley inquired.

eddie paused. "okay but that doesn't mean anything." eddie was not having it. stan was right he knew he was, when was stan ever wrong?

"well that's how it is with bi-" he stopped himself. "most people who are as close as you guys."

"so, what's that point?" at this time eddie was the one losing his patience.

"the point is, richie trusts you. whatever happens he'll understand. it just may take some time." stan wrapped his arm around eddie in a supportive manner. "go to sleep." he stood up and went to grab blankets and pillows from the hall closet.

eddie slept a stan's house for the rest of the weekend. a place of comfort to him. eddie didn't show it often but stanley was one of his closest friends, second to richie of course.

stanley knew that returning to school for eddie would be difficult, mainly because he didn't want to face richie. stan also knew that richie would run his mouth, not thinking before he speaks causing him to say something he didn't actually mean. stanley hoped with all he could that this wouldn't happen.