Perfection

Chapter 11: Richie

Richie and Eddie both hopped on their bikes and started to ride to Eddie's.

Richie was lost in thought. It was late, he was tired for once, he was stressed out. And on top of that they had to avoid Eddie's mom. He could vaguely hear Eddie tell him something about his "stupid cigarette-smelling room" and that he came home smelling like it.

"Richie?"

Eddie stopped his bike and threw it on the floor. He walked up to Richie, who had also stopped. "There's nothing to worry about okay? I know you're upset. That's okay, you have a right to be. But don't worry too much okay? I got you," Eddie told him.

How much more perfect could Eddie Kaspbrak be. He had the perfect boyfriend. Eddie was perfect.

"Okay, I'll try," Richie kissed Eddie's forehead and grabbed his hand. They walked their bikes quietly to the side of the house, and then climbed back up into Eddie's room. They had to take turns because of those huge duffle bags.

When they got back up into the room, Richie sighed. He was still thinking about it. You can't just forget something like that. It stuck with you. When his kids asked him how he came out, he'd have to say by making out with their other dad the bottom of the stairwell when they were 16.

He thought Eddie would stick. Yeah, they were 16. Yeah, they'd only been dating for a day. But Eddie had been his best friend since kindergarten, and all that really changed was that they gave real kisses, not just cheek ones. He knew Eddie would become someone's other dad. They were going to be parents one day, Richie wanted to spoil their kids. And Aunt Bev would too.

"Hey Eddie?" Richie said, tripping over his own feet and falling on Eddie's bed. "Yeah Rich?" Eddie was focused on cleaning his room. Richie didn't understand why he cared if it was a mess or not. It wasn't a mess to begin with.

"Do you think we'll have kids?" When Richie asked Eddie spun around with a look of surprise on his face, then it was gone and replaced with all his love for Richie. Eddie was the kind of person that conveyed emotion easily. He visibly softened, he did it a lot. Richie loved it.

"Of course we will Rich, and Bev can spoil them, an-" Eddie was cut short by Richie yelling "THAT'S WHAT I WAS THINKING! And I wanna spoil them too; Can I spoil them Eds? Pleaseeee?" Richie pleaded.

"Maybe if my mother doesn't kill you first. She's downstairs and pissed remember?" Eddie whisper yelled. He turned around from where he was putting his piles of soft pastel clothes away, and came to his bed. "Come on, I'm tired and I want cuddles," Eddie patted the bed next to him and Richie laid down obediently.

He grabbed Eddie by the waist and put his head on the smaller boys shoulder. His hair smelled like vanilla. And cigarettes. Richie's cigarettes. "I love you 'Chee," Eddie turned to face Richie. His eyes were the perfect shade of brown, his hair a perfect quiff. Everything perfect and matching. "I love you too Spaghetti Man," Richie kissed Eddie passionately, then Eddie giggled.

"Am I really that funny?" Richie asked. "No, you're just fucking adorable, that's all," Eddie answered. Now Richie giggled. They kissed again.

Richie in his black Pink Floyd shirt and black ripped jeans, the definition of punk. Eddie in his pale blue sweater and pink jeans, the definition of perfect.

Maybe they weren't Betty and Veronica anymore. Maybe they were more Betty and Jughead.