The Losers are in college now. Senior year to be specific and Eddie has managed to avoid Richie since the IT incident. After Eddie started developing unusual feelings for Richie, he ghosted him. Now they're in the last year of college and Eddie has...
I woke up the next morning with a grin on my face from the memories of the night before. My thoughts were cut short as my phone buzzed.
Eddie: Hey Rich
Richie: wsp?
Eddie: Nothing just wanted to make sure u had my number also since u gave me urs on that card
Richie: ight cool. mind if i come over?
Eddie: sure my roommate is gonna be out all weekend anyway
I clicked off my phone and threw it down on my bed. I hopped up and put on some black joggers and a plain white shirt. I brushed my teeth and grabbed my keys and walked down to his dorm.
When I knocked on the door he answered with sleepy eyes and just pajama pants on.
"Hey." I said, plopping down on his couch.
"Hey, whatcha wanna do?" He said sitting next to me.
"I don't know."
"How about a movie?" He said, getting up. He went into the closet and pulled out two blankets.
"Sure. How about Chucky?" I wondered aloud.
"Okay! I'll turn it on."
That took another five minutes of Eddie struggling to find it and debating with himself on whether or not it was "worth renting".
. . . .
After the movie ended he was so close we were touching arms and legs. I wrapped my arm around him. After a few seconds he looked up at me.
"Richie?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you straight?" He whispered after a couple moments of an obvious internal battle. I pulled my arm back to myself.
"I don't know. Why?"
"It's funny really, I originally stopped talking to you way back when because I think I had a crush on you." He let out a very fake laugh and looked at the floor.
I felt my stomach drop. Does he know I liked him too? Does he know I still do? Ever since he sat next to me in class trying to pretend he didn't see me. Like he's not the first thing I look for in every room. Could he be tricking me to out me? I took a deep breath.
"Rich?" he said.
"Yeah?" I was practically begging for him to look at me again so I could understand hat he was thinking.
"I think I still do."
"I think I might too." I whispered.
He looked up at me and then down at my lips. I subtly leaned forward and put my hand on his cheek and that was all it took before he planted a hand on my chest and kissed me.
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