Lost Boy||Reddie {completed}

XI. The Promise

-Richies POV-
I'm so fucking happy Eddie is staying. I think that's probably the best news I've ever gotten in my whole life. Eddie is an emotional mess but I know he's happy too, he's just had it rough. He fell asleep in my arms on the couch after he told me what he said to his mom. It took me awhile to fall asleep... I was just watching him sleep, so peaceful and adorable. I'm not sure how someone can look that fucking cute when they sleep.
We woke up the next morning smushed together on the small, rickety old couch in my living room.
"Good morning spaghetti" I smiled at Eddie who was just coming to his senses.
"Good morning Richard" he grumbles. I know how much he hates the nickname 'spaghetti', but I really don't give a damn.
"Wanna go get pancakes for breakfast at the diner?"
"Can I just shower first please? I feel way to germy!"
"Fine... just make it quick I'm hungry as hell."
So Eddie groggily shuffles upstairs to take a shower. About 10 minutes later I hear him turn off the water.
"Hey, uh Richie? Can I get some clothes please?" he shouts from the bathroom.
"Yea I'm comin!" I grab him one of my sweatshirts (the one with Nirvana's logo on it) and some jeans.
"Alright," I knock on the door "here you go."
He shyly cracks the door open, thanks me, closes the door and gets dressed.
"Damn, Kaspbrak!" I mockingly whistle at him "You look good in my clothes!"
"Hah, thanks, the sweatshirt is comfortable!"
"Ready for some pancakes?"
"Hell yea!"
The front door closes behind us and I grab Eddie's hand. There was silence for a while, and then out of nowhere he drops the question on me.
"So Richie... what are we?"
Shit... really? Uh what do I say? Are we a couple? I mean obviously we both like each other but...
"I-I mean what do you think we are?"
"I asked you first."
"Fine. Um, I think we're a couple." I just wanted to get through this conversation with as little stalling and awkwardness as possible, so, I decided to be blunt. My hands were getting sweaty though, I was honestly kinda fucking nervous for what he was going to say. Eddie stopped in his tracks and looked at me.
"Really? You do?"
"Yea I guess. I mean we've kissed so like why the hell not, yknow?"
"Yea, yea I know. I just didn't know you knew."
"So... you agree? You think we're a couple?"
"I do" he stood on his tiptoes and softly kissed my lips.
"Are you sure about that?" I smirk.
"I promise."
We then continued on our walk to the diner. Once we got there, I asked for a table for 2, still holding my boyfriend's hand. Boyfriend. That suits him. I couldn't help but smile. I knew I looked like a total crackhead, but it's okay because that's kinda what love feels like.
-Eddies POV-
Watching Richie eat a whole stack of 7 pancakes is an interesting spectacle. It leaves you a tad awestruck. I mean how the hell can that skinny of a kid fit 7 whole ass pancakes in his stomach in less than 20 minutes??
"Richie, please let me know if you're gonna, yknow, make that food reappear..."
"Oh cmon Eds, I'm a pro at this! I set a new record this morning! W-wait" he made disgusting gagging sounds "I think I might be sick." he continued to make obviously fake and over exaggerated gagging noises.
"For the love of god!! Stop, you're gonna get us kicked out and I'm not done with my french toast yet!" Its sad to admit but his childish joking around made me giggle a bit.
"Fine fine fine..." he resentfully agreed. On my plate there was a little mountain of extra whipped cream. I stuck my finger in it and got a nice bit and globed it right on Richie's nose.
"Eddie!" He gasped through laughter "how dare you!!" then he leaned over, took whipped cream from my plate and smeared it all over my face. Neither of us could stop laughing.
"Here, let me get that for you" I reached over the table and kissed his nose where the whipped cream was.
"You kinda have it all over your face so you're screwed. Sorry ba-" he stopped for a second "babe." I got up and sat next to him on his side of the booth.
"You better clean all this off now!" I giggled.
"Okayyyy" he balled up the end of his red and black long sleeve flannel and wiped the whipped cream off. "ready to get outta here?"
"Let's go! Wait... you should probably pay first. Cuz I don't have money. Wait Richie you have money right????"
"Oh fuck..." his voice trailed off "pretend you're having a seizure so we can ditch by calling the ambulance. Alright?"
"What?! Richie I can't do tha-" I was cut off by Richie starting to yell.
"HIS APPENDIX IS RUPTURING WE NEED AN AMBULANCE NOW!!"
"Wait no, we don't I'm fine!"
"shut the fuck up" he muttered "HE NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION ASAP!" the cashier ran over hurriedly while Richie rummaged in his pocket. He pulled out $15 and handed it to her.
"ITS OKAY FOLKS! LOOKS LIKE HES ALL BETTER NOW!!" He announced to everybody as he took my hand and lead me out the door.
"What. The. Hell. Was that?!"
"It was a joke!"
"Some joke..."
"What you didn't think it was clever? I thought it was pretty damn clever myself."
"Yea I know. But no. It scared me! You interrupted everyone's breakfast there!"
"I'm sorry I guess." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
"It's fine," I huff "thanks for breakfast, babe."
"Anything for you m'lady." he said poking me in the side with his elbow. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Some boyfriend..."
Boyfriend. That's a good word.