Eddie's POV:
"Ed's." I hear Richie's voice saying in front of me.
"Eddie Bear, we're at your house."
I nod but still keep my eyes closed.
"Do you want me to carry you?" he ask in a soft voice.
"Mmmhhmmm." I say nodding.
I hear him chuckle lightly then he puts one hand under my legs and the other on my back. He carries me to the front of the door then ask,
"Do I knock or could you like just walk in?"
I think for a second then say,
"I don't know... I'm new to the whole foster home thing."
I finally open my eyes then get out of his arms.
"I think I should knock."
"Yea."
"Okay." I say but I hesitate. "... Can you do it?"
"Why?"
"Cause what if I'm wrong."
"Okay." he says giggling.
He leans forward then knocks quietly.
Seconds later te door slowly creeps open until it shows Noah's face peaking out.
"Ohh hey Richie." he says with his usual smile.
I slowly walk in the house scared to do something wrong.
"You could come in if you want."
Noah says holding the door open for Richie, but he says,
"I actually have to get going home right now."
"Oh okay, I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you." he says to Noah then he looks to and lean in to kiss me on the cheek then says,
"Love you Ed's." as he walks away from the slowly closing door.
"Love you too." I say before Noah completely shuts the door.
"Did you guys have fun on your date?" Noah asks adjusting his sweater onto his body
"Oh it wasn't a date... but yea."
"Oh okay, where was your first date?"
"... We haven't had a like legit first date."
"Wait really?!"
"Yeah, I guess we've been like busy." I say as he walks down the hallway looking at me.
"Bitch how long have you been dating him?"
"Since the first day of school."
"So it's been almost two months?" he says opening the basement door.
"Yea?"
"You need to go on a date with him then."
"Yeah, I guess I should." I say following him into the basement.
We pass the air hockey table and Noah stops and glances at it.
"You wanna play air hockey?"
"Not right now, I'm tired."
"Oh okay." he says sighing making me feel guilty.
"Fine just one round though." I say with a smile.
"Yayyy!" he says jumping up and down making me giggle.
I walk over to the table and try to figure out what to do. Noah adjusts himself then slides the hand thing over to me and places the thin puck in front of him.
"Ready?" he asks.
"Yup." I say with confidence until I see him hitting the puck making slide over to me and instantly enter the crack.
"Damn you're good." I say impressed.
"Yea I know." he says chuckling.
I search around for the puck then ask,
"Wait where do I get the puck from?"
"Oh it's at the bottom." he says pointing down.
I look around but find nothing.
"I don't see it."
"Hear let me help." he says skipping over to my side. He bends over and puts his hand in some hole at the bottom (A/N stop being nasty it's not that hole) and pulls out the puck. He gets and hands me the puck.
"You serve." he says as he runs back to his side and prepares.
I lay my hitting thing and put the puck in front of it. I slam the puck and it flies it his crack leaving him shook.
"Wow... I didn't expect that." he says pulling the puck out from his side and placing it on the table. He hits the puck and I hit it back and we keep hitting it over and over until I hit it against the tables wall and bounce it into his crack again.
"Ok noww imma get competitive." he says pulling up the sleeves of his sweater. I look at his arm and see cut scars all across his wrist and up his arm.
"You ready?" he asks while laying the puck on the table. Then he looks at me and realizes what I'm looking at. He quickly pulls his sweater sleeve down and stays silent for a second.
"I'm going to go upstairs." he says trying not to make eye contact as he rushes to the staircase.
"Noah wait." I say grabbing his hand.
"What?!" he says pulling his arm away.
"Let me see your arm." I say pulling his arm again.
He gives up and gently pulls up his sleeve.
I look at his arm and see several scars and 4 fresh ones.
"Noah... you have people that care about you."
"I know..." he says with teary eyes.
"Then why are you doing this to yourself?" I say in a shaky voice.
"I just... I don't want to talk about it."
"You don't have to now but you have to later, okay?"
"Yeah." he says wiping the tears off of his face.
He pulls his sweater sleeve back down then says,
"I'm going to bed now, just please don't tell Lena and Stef. I don't want to hurt them." he says wiping away the last of his tears.
"Yea. I won't." I say letting go off his arm. "Goodnight Noah." I say hugging him and I feel him out his arms around me too.
"Goodnight."
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