"pretty mama sews, stitches in all your bitches broken hearts"
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Eddie was weaving sweet flowers' stems into each other. Flower after flower. Soft little daisies that glided against Eddie's fingertips. He stopped and looked at the view in front of h...
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"A flower bloomed, the clouds were rushing out of mind"
tw: mild abuse
Bright streaks of sunlight were creeping into Richie's room, as Eddie awoke to an awful back pain and a cramp in his foot. He was spread out on the floor, alongside Richie, whose head was slightly falling off of Eddie's lap. Eddie blinked and blushed. How in the shit did he end up on the floor, with Richie practically on him? His foot was asleep, a tingly, numb feeling being the only thing he felt at that moment. He lifted himself up slightly and saw that Richie's legs were on his little foot. Eddie reached for Richie's head and lifted it up, putting it on his pillow.
He stood up, his pyjama shorts and Richie's shirt creased and his hair an eccentric mess. Then, letting his feet drag him to his rucksack, he pulled out toothpaste and a toothbrush, heading to the bathroom.
Today was sunny. It was warm and it was summery, despite the fact that September was rapidly approaching. Eddie groaned internally. Today was Sunday. Monday was tomorrow.
The air was still. There was no wind and so the leaves remained untouched. Eddie squeezed a small blob of toothpaste on his yellow toothbrush.
"Morning, Eds!" He heard Richie shout from the bedroom. Eddie walked back in and saw Richie shirtless sitting up on the ground, his hair unruly like Eddie's.
"H-hello" he smiled, a soft, pink tint covering his small cheeks. Eddie eslked back into the bathroom , starting to brush his teeth as Richie walked in too and pulled his toothbrush from the pot that stood on the sink. He also placed toothpaste on it and started to brush his teeth, mimicking Eddie with how precise he has been, trying to reach every crack and gap of his mouth, earning a laugh and a slight nudge from Eddie.
Once both of them were done, they has left each other get dressed. Richie were black jeans and a white shirt, paired with torn Vans and a yellow Hawaiian shirt. Eddie wore a yellow stripey Polo shirt, a white cardigan and denim shorts.
"So..." Richie said as both of them sat in Richie's bed. "You wanna hang out?"
"We already, aren't we?" Eddie said.
"No, well- yeah, I mean, like go outside, you know, do something?"
"Oh, well sure. I just gotta tell my mom, alright?" He replied as they both then went down stairs, walking out of the house.
"Don't you need to tell your mom where you're going?" Eddie turned back to face Richie, as the other was trailing behind him.
"Don't you worry about it, Spaghetti" he said and swing one of his arms around Eddies shoulders, his grip right but not painful so that Eddie wouldn't escape.
"So then, my dear Eds, where would you like to head to?" He joked.
"Richie, stop that. And first, to my house." Eddie said and they made their way, knocking on the door, waiting for Sonia to open up.
