✧alive✧ reddie

seven

Mature language

Eddie POV

I awoke to Richie pulling me closer to him by my hips, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

"M-Mornin'." My tired voice greeted, realizing what event took place the night before.

"Good morning." He took his face out of my neck and started to lean towards me. I pulled back hesitantly, a slight frown appearing on Richie's once happy face.

He let go of my hips and rolled over on his back.

"Sorry." He said. I moved out from the blankets and made my way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Richie asked.

"Bathroom."

After finishing my business, I walked back to my bedroom and grab a hold of Richie's hand, dragging him downstairs.

He grabbed his glasses of the nightstand and allowed me to lead him. He didn't question this, considering it would be unnecessary to. I motioned him to sit down at the table while I went to the fridge and got out some eggs along with some OJ.

While the pan was heating, I retrieved Richie's clothes from the dryer and tossed them to him.

"You should go and get changed, breakfast should be near ready when you're done." I said cracking open an egg.

"Okay. Thank you, by the way."

"No worries."

He made it to the bathroom, as I inserted some bread into the toaster. Once the food was all ready, I assembled the eggs and toast on the plates, placing them on the countertop.

"Thanks again." Richie said, coming out of the bathroom with a slight smile.

After finishing our breakfast, we decided to hang out up in my room.

------

"So.." I began. "When are you thinking of going home? It's alright if you crash here for a bit, but you might want to maybe consider going back. At least to get your things that is."

"Yeah, I was thinking of going there tomorrow.." Richie sighed.

"Alright. Will you be fine?"

"I should be, if my mom isn't home at least." He said as I put a reasurring hand on his shoulder.

Time lapse~Monday

I spotted Richie in first block. Thank God. I got up and walked towards his seat tapping him on the shoulder.

"Uhm.. how was it?" I asked a bit worried, him turning his gaze to me.

"She hasn't shown back up at the house yet." He shrugged and went back to his work.

"Okay." I said walking back over to my desk.

After class ended, I jogged up to Richie before he could leave the classroom.

"Lunch with us?" I asked.

"Hm.. I'll think about it." He replied and went off to his next class.

When lunch rolled around, I was about to go to my locker and put my things away until Beverly slammed me into the lockers forcefully.

"Aren't you going to apologize fag?! Do you even realize what he did to me?" She spat as she pointed to her bruised, cut, and swollen face from days prior.

Soon after she swung a hard punch square on my face. It hurt like a bitch, tears were threatening to spill but I wouldn't allow them to. After a few hearty punches I heard a familiar voice coming towards us, making Beverly stop yet still had a fistfull of my blue polo shirt in her hand.