Perfection

Chapter 9: Eddie

Richie was literally the most amazing and perfect person ever. They took at least 2 hours to clean his cuts, just because Richie didn't want to hurt Eddie. He refused to do anything that made him hiss in pain, so Eddie had to do most of it himself. He was okay with that.

When Richie dropped him off at his house, he wondered where Richie's parents were. They were always drunk, or high, or on some type of drug, but they never left the house. Just to get more of whatever kind of shit they drink or swallowed to make them that way. They probably went out when he and Richie were in the bedroom. Why was he worrying so much anyways?

When Eddie popped his head through the front door, his mom was staring at him with dead eyes; A cold enough stare to freeze Derry over for months. "Hi Ma, I'm going up to my room, see you later," Eddie told those dead eyes. He started to walk up the stairs when he could hear his mom crying. He slowly backed down the flight of stairs and looked at her. She was faking to get him to come back down.

She looked up at him. "Why do you smell of smoke Eddie? Did you smoke? I can smell it from here," she raged on about him smoking. "Why would Bill's mother allow that? Especially with his little brother in the house." Eddie stared blankly at his mother, not sure how to tell him it was Richie's jean jacket that made him smell like that. And Eddie was fine with smelling like his boyfriend. His Richie.

"It's nothing, Mom, I swear I didn't smoke. It was just coming from outside, some kids from school," Eddie replied. He knew his mom wouldn't believe that, but it was worth a shot.

"Why were you 12 minutes late? I counted every single second you were late. Where did you go? I know you weren't just at Bill's house Eddie. I know things. Don't try to hide anything." Eddie was screwed. He knew his mom could assume it was Richie. He did come in looking very much in love with whoever had dropped him off. And his mother knew it wasn't Bill. "You went to that girls house didn't you? She reeked of smoke, and Eddie, baby, it's getting in your lungs, and you're getting sick from it. It's hurting you Edd-" Eddie cut his mom off by yelling "FUCK YOU. FUCK. YOU."

Eddie ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door. He was outraged. He knew his phone had buzzed somewhere in between the time he had run upstairs and when he flopped on his bed. It took everything in him not to cut himself again. He had made a promise.

He decided to check his phone, take his mind off of it.

Richie <3:

Hey babe, can I come over in a few hours? I need to see your cute face :)

Eddie smiled and read the time it was sent. 9:26. It was 9:45 now. How long had he been sitting there? Jesus, it must have been over 20 minutes. His mom had stopped yelling, which was good, but she was still downstairs, which means he couldn't do down there unless he wanted to get murdered.

He responded to Richie:

Sure, just come thru my window, k? Moms mad at me bc i came home smelling like your stupid fucking cigarettes.

When he sent it, he realized that richie had sent a smily face instead of a wink. Richie always sends a wink. Something was serious. He needed to come over for a reason. Eddie texted him again:

Richie, where are you? I'm coming wherever you are right now

After he sent the text, he set down his phone and ran to his closet to get a sweatshirt. He had left his blue one at Richie's, and swapped it for one of his huge Fall Out Boy shirts. He was surprised his mom didn't yell at him for that.

As soon has he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, he heard his phone ding. "Shit," he mumbled to himself as he stubbled over to the phone. Stan had texted him:

Richies at mine. He's hella upset and wants to stay here. Idk how to help him, he said you wouldn't respond. Get the fuck over here

He got even more scared. What was Richie doing? He had responded a few minutes ago. Did he turn his phone off? It didn't matter anymore.

He grabbed his half of the matching Riverdale duffle bags that he and Richie shared, Richie as Veronica, and Eddie as Betty. Richie's choice, not his. Bev had Cheryl's bag, so it had HBIC written in huge font on the sides.

He shoved it full of whatever he would need for 2 days, just in case. He threw his phone in his bag as well, and zipped it shut. He flung the bag over his bedroom window onto the grass. There were going to be serious stains. But his boyfriend was more important right now.

He climbed onto the roof and slid down the gutter pole. He dropped onto the grass and grabbed his bag. Eddie strapped the bag over his shoulder and grabbed his bike. He hopped on and rode to Stan's house as fast as possible.

When Eddie got there, he was out of breath, so he grabbed for his inhaler.

That's what he forgot.

He kept a spare one right? Wrong. Richie had it. Richie. Fuck.

He vigorously knocked on the door and Stan's mom opened up. "Eddie! What a supri-" Eddie pushed past the woman, and ran up to Stan's room. When he rushed in, he saw Richie, laying on Stan's bed, crying. It broke him. Richie looked up and saw Eddie. His face lit up. "Eds!" He sniffled. "I told you I'd come over later! Don't worry about me, I'm fi-"

Eddie cut him off by running up in his lap and kissing him. He pulled away after a few seconds, not realizing Stan was there. "Don't you EVER send a regular smiley face. It freaked me out."

Richie laughed, and he slid his hand into Eddie's and they sat there for a few minutes, then the questions start to arise.