RICHIE POV-
laying with eddie was so relaxing. to be honest, my entire life i play hard to get but on the inside, i'm really sensitive. and i really care about what people think about me. and i really don't care or have an option about dogs, i just hate being unconfident. and whenever i'm rude, people try harder. and it feels better. but i know that's possibly the worst way to make friends. but my mom once told me, 'if you keep on doing it, something must be working' so, i guess she's right.
i woke up freezing , my blankets torn off me by the dog. "dumb dog" i said, pulling it off my blanket and pushing it off my bed.
i sat up and jumped off my bed and slipped a hoodie on. i walked over to the other side of me bed. seeing eddie with the sun shining on his face, his hair puffed up, the sun reflecting on his freckles. he looked like an angel. i grabbed the blanket next to his waist and pulled it up to his neck, rubbing my thumb on his cheek.
i went into the bathroom and slipped on some socks, brushed my teeth and cleaned my face. i went to my dresser and threw some overalls on and a cute light pink /almost white/ shirt.
i went downstairs and made double the amount of coffee so ed's can have some. as it's brewing, i walked upstairs and shook eddie a little. he didn't move. "ed's" i whisper yelled in his face. he groaned. "eddie i made coffee" i said again.
his eyes opened, and he jumped back. his eyes widened ever more, if that was even possible. he covered his face with his arms and coughed, and moved his arms off his face, his eyes puffy. "so-sorry" i said, putting my hand on his shoulder. "i made coffee"
he sighed, "i'll be down in a minute" he quivered, i nodded.
as i opened the door the dog glared at me, i know he doesn't trust me. i always kind of liked eddie, like, LIKED. in 8th grade, we had a thing.. i guess. we weren't dating. but we held hands and stuff. i don't know...
i don't know how eddie like his coffee or if, he has even had any. and coffe virgins usually like come cream and sugar, so i put some in. i like my coffee black. i set the cups on the table and only a couple seconds later, i saw eddie wall down the stairs.
EDDIE POV-
this morning i didn't know where i was, and i was literally terrified. but i think i'm getting to trust rich. but i don't know.. i knew my breath was bad, so before i came down, i stole richies toothbrush, and brushed my teeth. i don't care if it's gross, shut up.
i've only had coffee once, and i hated it, but whatever. i'm a guest at his house. i stumbled down the stairs. i try not to cut myself, it's not good and i know that... i sat down on the chair, making it creak.
"okay, i want to talk" i said, relatively stern. "yeah?"
"i want to tell you what happened" i said. richies eyes widened. "okay, yes" he said, taking a sip. "so, i can't remember much.. but i sleeping i think? or in my room. my mom came home.. and beat me, called me a fag, telling me she didn't raise a fag" i said, blinking, holding in tears. "you're gay?" richie says, setting his coffee down. "really?" i said. "what" "seriously richie?! i'm telling you my life fucking story and telling you about my abusive mom calling me a fag and you ask if.. i'm gay?" i yelled, standing up. "yeah"
"i was a complete fool to think you even matured a little bit! you asshole! really?" i said defensively. i ran out the door and sat on his porch. "so is that a yes?" richie yelled from inside the house. i slammed the door closed, sobbing into my knees. i don't think he knows how sensitive i am about my sexuality. i was there for about 30 minutes.
RICHIE POV-
i don't know why i'm so insensitive. i was just wondering... i let him be alone. i went upstairs for about half an hour. i couldn't get him off my mind. i walked down, opening the front door and... he wasn't there?!
