All For You ♡reddie♡

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     "like your home, or home with me?" richie wondered, wanting eddie to say his home. "my home." eddie choked back tears, and rested his tired head against the car window. richie looked over and saw the silent tears trickled down eddie's gentle cheek. "are you sure babe?" richie checked, knowing where this could all go. "yes richie. I'm tired. I don't want to be in public anymore, I don't want to be around you anymore, now just take me home." eddie reiterated with a harsh tone, upsetting richie. "okay..." richie mustered, hurt by eddie's unfiltered words.

     "here's your stop kasprak." richie voiced, looking over at his distressed lover. eddie didn't make eye contact or speak a word to richie as he exited the car, "I love you eddie." richie added before the car door slammed shut. eddie continued to not make eye contact with richie as he walked around the front of the car and onto his porch, which had been cleaned off. richie stayed a moment longer, just to make sure eddie got into his house okay, then drove away once he did. richie drove down the road to his own home, on the verge of tears. what did I do wrong? richie pondered as a lump in his throat formed. even though he had just spent the whole night with eddie, he wanted him right back in that passenger seat. richie wanted to be able and kiss his cheek and hold his soft dainty hands, and tell him how beautiful he was...but eddie seemed to be thinking the total opposite. was eddie mad at richie, or was he just frustrated with himself?

     "mommy?" eddie called through the dark home. he swallowed hard and looked at the clock on the wall, and saw that it was almost midnight, and his mother had definitely been in bed. eddie made his way back up to his old room to find a stripped bed and his desk. the small boy walked over to his bed and crawled onto it, instantly bursting out into tears. he was just so upset at everyone and everything. his chest hurt and his body was cold and achy.
when eddie was in a situation like this, he would want richie to come and comfort him, but not this time, this time he wanted to cry it all out himself, in the comfort of his broken home. that night, eddie cried so long and so hard, that he tired himself out, and cried himself to sleep.

     richie pulled into the garage of his home and  turned off the car. he threw his head up against the back of the seat and let out a long hard sigh. he looked back over to the passenger seat of the car, and felt tears forming. richie wanted to forget the words eddie had said to him, but they kept replaying in his head, I don't want to be in public anymore, I don't want to be around you anymore. those damned words kept replaying over and over in his head, and each time it hurt more than the last. richie eventually exited the car and quietly entered his house. he tried his best to quietly sneak through the kitchen and up to his bedroom, but didn't quite make it. "aye boy, where were you?" spoke a deep scraggly voice. "the school dance." richie replied, tensing up. "whatever, get out of here." his father commented as he took another drink. richie darted up to his room and quietly shut his door, as to not bring anymore attention to himself. richie walked over to his record player and saw that a record had already been placed...it was the kiss record from when eddie had been kicked out...
    he stepped away from the record player in irritation and began searching in his closet. there had to be one more cigarette here somewhere, just one, that's all he needed. richie tore everything out of his closet, not leaving a single shoe unturned. he eventually rummaged through his dresser, knowing that there wasn't going to be one in there, but for some reason he hoped there would be.
     richie started to go mad, he needed a cigarette now, or something to calm him down, he needed the relief, and gum certainly wasn't going to cut it. he ran over to his phone and began dialing bev's number. "hello?" answered a very tired bev. "bev, I hate to ask this, but do you have any cigarettes?" richie asked frantically. "yeah, but I'm tired right now richie, I'll give you a few tomorrow okay?" bev informed half asleep. the two said their goodbyes, and richie hung up the phone with frustration. the tall boy crouched to look under his bed, and grabbed the small jar. he placed it on his bed and unscrewed the lid,  slipping out two dollars. he guiltily placed the jar back under his bed, grabbed the car keys, and slowly climbed out of his window.

     richie walked up to the counter in the small gas station and looked at the collection of cigarettes behind the cashier. "uh, Marlboro menthols one hundreds." richie requested as the cashier tiredly stared at him. "kid it's one thirty in the morning, and you don't look a day over fifteen, get outta here." remarked the cashier. "listen dude, I've had a long night, just please help me out." richie pleaded. the man rolled his eyes and rung up richie's cancer sticks. richie handed the man the full two dollars, despite the cigarettes only retailed for $1.30. richie grabbed his pack of cigarettes and rushed out of the station and back into the car.

     the tall boy lit a cigarette and felt the smoke roll through his lungs, reliving some stress from him. he slowly drove back to his house, trying his best to relax and clear his mind of this hectic night.

A/n: I do NOT condone smoking, don't be stupid, don't smoke, unless you want cancer then be my guest. But seriously don't fucking smoke.