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5. December ❀ age 6

"Eds, you gotta catch it! This is not gonna work if you're being a wimp" Richie whined from across the yard.

"But you throw so hard...what if it's gonna hit my eye? Or my nose? Or my forehead? Or my cheek? I'll be spending the New Years in the nursery room" Eddie whimpered.

"Please Eds. There isn't snow yet, so we gotta take the opportunity and still lay outside while we can" Richie lifted his other arm to throw the baseball they were throwing.

"Fine! Throw it, but not hard. And don't call be 'eds' you know I hate that" Eddie groaned and spread his fingers out so he could catch the ball.

"yeah yeah! Alright!" Richie exclaimed and yanked his arm forwards and let go of the ball.

It flew in a pretty curve in the air towards Eddie.

"Richie Richie Richie Richie Richie!" Eddie screamed as he was trying to reach towards it, the baseball hitting right on Eddie's left cheek.

"Ow" Eddie squealed and held his cheek, squatting down a bit. The ball bounced to the ground and rolled near the bushes.

Richie couldn't care less about the ball right now. his friend was hurt and it was his fault.

"Eddie! Oh my god!" Richie yelped and ran to his best friend. The boy with the glasses held Eddie's other shoulder. "Eddie? Where did it hut you? Are you okay? Are you bleeding?"

"my cheek" Eddie said, lifting his head up and removing his hands away from his face. It showed a bright red mark on Eddie's other cheek.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw so hard! Come on, let's go fix that" Richie announced and grabbed Eddie's wrist.

Eddie didn't decide to argue with Richie. He just let Richie led them to his house and quietly getting up the stairs so that Richie's mother wouldn't hear.

Richie opened the bathroom door, locking the door behind him. He sighed and turned to Eddie, who's cheek was still red and to Eddie, it was stinging.

"Okay, eds. Just sit down" Richie said and opened the cabinet, which was behind the mirror above the kitchen sink.

"Where?" Eddie asked, looking around.

"Just...somewhere- okay sit there" Richie said and put the toilet's lid down. Eddie hit his butt against the seat and looked how Richie shuffled through the cabinets.

"Richie, it's fine. You don't have to do anything" Eddie reassured.

"No, I want to do this"

Eddie shrugged and waited for Richie to do something. And when 30 seconds had passed, Richie finally found what he was looking for. He took out a soft cloth and put it under the faucet. He put his index finger under the water to see the temperature.

"It's supposed to be cold, right?" he looked over at Eddie, who glanced up at Richie's big brown eyes. "I guess? I don't really know"

"but you're eddie! Of course you know" Richie put his weight on his other leg.

"But I....hm, okay fine. It's supposed to be cold water" Eddie sighed and turned to his lap.