Richie and Eddie were sitting on the rocks near the quarry alone by themselves. Eddie smiled at his boyfriend, and looked at him. "Hey, Rich... thanks for saving me last night from the clown." Richie smiled and hugged him. "Anything for my Eddie Spaghetti." Eddie blushed, not caring about Richie's nicknames anymore. He loved it when he called him "Eds" or "Eddie Spaghetti" now. Eddie slowly stood up. "I need to go now. I have to go home." Richie waved. "Bye, Love." Eddie waved goodbye, and began walking off. Richie stared down at his feet, looked up, and began running towards Eddie. "Eddie, WAIT!" He yelled, running as fast as he could to him. Eddie stopped and turned around, then the two made contact. "I just.. wanted to say that I love you." Richie blushed. Eddie smiled. "Love you too, Trashmouth." Richie slowly leaned in, sharing a passionate kiss with Eddie. Eddie pulled Richie's body closer to him, feeling Richie's body temperature against his soft skin. He then pulled away, smiling. "Goodbye, now." Eddie smiled, running his fingers through Richie's hair. He began walking away again, and Richie stood there smiling like a fool.
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Summer 1989//A Reddie Fanfic
FanfictionRichie and Eddie have been friends for a long time, but Richie has been getting a little touchy recently, and Eddie loves it.
