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Richie POV

What the fuck.

"What are you doing here??" I asked, clearly still processing what had just happened.

"I-I didn't know this was yours." Eddie started. "I was just leaving anyway." He said being snobby.

"Wait." I hesitated. He turned around to me, just about to head down the ladder.

"I need to talk to you."

"Why don't you talk to Mike then, huh?" He spat.

"Eddie-"

"No Richie. You hurt me. You said you loved me but clearly not. Is this all an act?? You being nice to me and all and hurting me even more?? Is Mike and Beverly in on this too?? Huh, Richie??"

"N-NO Eddie!" I exclaimed, inching towards him, being cautious.

"I-I..." I begin to tear up. "I really like you but.. I'm afraid that.. that you don't feel the same. ..I wanted to make you jealous,.. Why did I even think of that..?" I laugh at myself with sorrow, wiping my eyes from my glasses, looking up at the wooden roof above me.

"Look, I get it.. I'm a fucking selfish and bad person. B-but I want you to know.." tears spilled from my eyes, soon after making eye contact with Eddie. "That none of this is staged, and that these feelings are true.. I'm sorry. And I know that's not nearly enough to make up for what I did but.."

A tear rolled down Eddie's cheek, down his jawline.

"I just want you to know I'm sorry. I'm not asking for forgiveness. Fuck if things are even going to go back to being the same as they were before." I brushed pass Eddie towards the ladder, about to leave.

When I planted a foot onto the ladder, head just above the surface of the tree house, I felt a hand on my wrist, looking up to see Eddie's.

I made my eyes to his, in which were teary. He crouched over and planted a soft kiss onto my lips.

I pulled away soon after, knowing I would make things worse if he were to gain feelings for me, and I would somehow hurt him even more.

He looked at me sympatheticly before I climbed down from the tree house, and began walking away.

"Richie!" I heard Eddie call after me. That was the first thing he had said since I started to explain myself.

He pulled me into a hug, I pulled away from it, I needed to get over him.

He tried once again, not succeeding.

I need to get over him. This isn't helping. I don't want to hurt him. He needs to leave. He doesn't understand what he will bring for himself, Yet it will still be my fault regardless.

"Why, Rich..?" He asked.

"I need to get over you, so leave. Now."

"No, Richie. I won't."

"You're going to get hurt."

"I won't."

"You will, now leave."

"Richie.."

"Eddie, please. You're doing us both a favor."

"No I'm not, why would it be a favor?" Asked Eddie.

"Because-"

"Because I don't like you? Jeez, Rich."

"What?"