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7. Eddie's POV

"He really said that?"

"Yeah," Beverly admits. Stan paces around the room, biting his fingernails, a habit he does when anxious about something.

"So, can you just tell me what happened with you guys?"

"E-e-eddie, t-this isn't m-meant to hurt y-your f-f-f-feelings, but this i-is just s-s-something we want t-to keep to o-ourselves." I remember the pictures Richie drew. The very first picture was all of them together, happy faces on every single one of them. He was happy before whatever happened with them happened.

"Okay," I mumble. But I want so desperately to know. I need to know what happened between my best friends and this gorgeous boy.

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I walk around every neighborhood I can think of near mine until I see a shabby looking house with a mailbox that reads 'Tozier'. I knock on the door and he answers, shirtless. I stare at the forbidden territory curiously.

"Ed's," he says.

"Can I come in," I ask. He nods and moves out of the way. He leads me to his bedroom.

"Lemme guess, they told you about my little conversation," he declares. I nod shyly. "It's fine." We sit on the bed, inches apart.

"I dont know why I'm here," I mumble as I realize it, starting to leave. But he grabs my wrist.

"Can you stay? The house gets pretty lonely," he says. I sit back down.

"What do you mean, you deserved it?" Curiosity practically takes over my body.

"Ah, it's nothing, Ed's," he says shyly. I shrug the question off.

Inches. Inches apart.

"So, do you like games, Eds?" I nod. "How about some truth or dare?" I nod again.

"Sure."

"Truth or dare?" I contemplate this a little.

"Truth."

"Ah, I recognized the 'Truth pussiness' in your personality the second I met you," he joked. I punch his arm half jokingly.

"Shut up," I say.

"Okay. So, your truth is: why were you at the hospital that day?" I visibly shudder.

"My mom's a psycho. She thought I was sick." I try to hide the fact I was there because of my sexuality.

"What kind of sick?" I shake my head.

"One truth at a time!"

"Okay, okay," he says, chuckling.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Damn.

"Uhm, do a handstand," I say. He does with only one hand, seeing the astonishment on my face.

"Like what you see," he jokes, causing a furious blush on my face. "Ed's, you're blushing!" It causes me to blush even more, causing his laughter to rise. He sits back down, sitting even closer to me, our faces practically touch.

"Truth or dare," he whispers.

"Dare," I whisper back, avoiding the dreaded truth.

He whispers in a voice so quiet I don't even know if I heard right.

"Kiss me." Anxiety courses through my veins. But I want it.

"W-w-what?" He smirks his adorable half smile.

"Have you been hanging out with Stuttering Bill?" His face inches towards me.

"I-im not g-gay, Chee." His smile increases, and I know he doesnt believe me.

"After my conversation with the Losers, I went to the hospital, asking what was wrong with Eddie Kaspbrak. I know you are, Ed's." I smell his breath, a mixture of mint and cigarettes. I want this.

"The Losers cant know," I whisper.

"They won't. You have my word," he whispers back, the second the words leave his lips, they connect with mine. It feels amazing. Every bad thought in my mind has vanished, fireworks exploding. I kiss back.

He picks my body up without separating our lips, setting me on his lap. I curl my fingers in his long curly hair, his hands on my hips. I taste the mint, the cigarettes, and it's a taste that will forever be imprinted in my taste buds.

"Ed's," he sighs into my lips, the sound exhilarating my whole body. We separate and stare at each other. I'm still in his lap.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he mumbles. I feel myself blushing once again. "Was that your first kiss?"

"Uhm, was it that obvious?" He shakes his head vigorously.

"No, you were amazing. I was just wondering. Fuck, my brother would have freaked if he knew I had feelings for this amazing person." I give him a look. "Not that he was a homophobe or anything, he just said one time that I better pick a good one to be my first real crush. I dunno, it's nothing."

"Was that your first kiss," I ask, loving the words he just said. Crush.

His smile falters slightly.

"No." Oh.

"Who was it," I ask in pure curiosity.

"Berverly Marsh," he says. Wait, what? Before I can say anything, he touches his forehead to mine, closing his eyes and I close mine.

"Do you think you'll ever forgive them," I ask. "Be friends with them?"

"Maybe some day, eds."

Omg the fluff ;)

Let me just say that if you're not into stories that will leave you crying a lot, this isn't the book for you
(I cried writing the end, you'll understand)

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