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Richie hadn't talked to Eddie in five days. Five long, meaningless, and boring days. Richie didn't exactly know why he was ignoring his boyfriend's calls or anything, he just was. He knew he was a shit person for leaving Kaspbrak alone after what Eddie had done for him, but he felt a need to be alone with his thoughts. Well, alone with his thought and Beverly Marsh. 

"Rich you really need to talk to him, the poor boy is probably having an anxiety attack as we speak," Beverly rolled her eyes as she sat criss crossed on his bed. 

Richie felt a twinge of guilt strike his heart at the thought of Eddie needing him right now, but he pushed that thought aside. "Bevvy, I really just need to sort some things out," Richie sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat on the bean bag across the room. 

"Then do it right now, because my best friend doesn't deserve to be deserted by his boyfriend," Bev snapped. 

"I know Bev, but-" 

"No 'buts' Richie, that boy got in a fight for you, the least you could do is fucking call him." 

"I will, but like I said, I need to figure shit out." 

"Figure what out?" Bev dared, cocking her eyebrow. 

"My feelings, Bev. My feelings are so fucking weird," Richie sighed. 

"What do you mean?"  

"God dammit, Bev. You have no idea the physical and mental toll he has on me. It's dangerous Bevvy, too goddamn dangerous." 

"Explain," Bev edged on, trying to get Richie to talk about his emotions. 

Richie huffed and then began to talk extremely fast. "Okay well where do I fucking start? His eyes, Bev, god fucking dammit his eyes. Those fucking eyes mean the world to me. When he looks at me with those sparkling, doe eyes I feel like I'm melting. When he connects our gazes, god, I feel like I'm flying. Like there's nothing that could bring me down, I feel like I'm on top of the world. And with him, I don't get butterflies in my stomach, god no. I get a whole fucking zoo. Whole fucking Noah's ark of animals, Bev. And the power he has over me, oh my gosh it's terrifying. I would do anything for him, Bev. And that's so scary. I would throw myself off a bridge  just to see him smile. And I know that seems very extreme but it's true! I want to hurt anyone who makes the gorgeous smile of his disappear, and gosh I can't even explain how far I would go to make him happy because the truth is, there is no extent. I would do anything for him, and that scares me. He has absolute control over me and he can either make me or break me within seconds. I don't want to be hurt again, Bev," Richie exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and standing up to pace the room. 

Beverly sat on his bed, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The redhead had expected him to talk but not blow up. It took her a few moments to regain her composure but afterwards, she knew what she needed to say. 

"Rich, Eddie would never intentionally hurt you. He loves you too much," Beverly stated. 

"Eddie doesn't love me," Richie stopped pacing to turn to her. 

Beverly rolled her eyes. "Oh please, that's like saying you don't love him." 

"I don't love Eddie," Richie said, but there was a hint of question in his tone. 

Beverly scoffed and frowned. "Richie Tozier, you're 100% in love with Eddie Kaspbrak." 

Richie raised his eyebrow and continued on, "No I'm not. I mean, sure, I love Eddie. But am I in love with him, no no no, definitely not. I can't be. -I mean sure, I would do anything for him and he is my everything, but no I'm not-" Richie gasped  as he said this out loud, "Oh my fucking god." 

Bev noticed his change in tone, which went from denial to realization in about 30 seconds. "What?" Beverly questioned. 

"I'm in love with Eddie," Richie said, running his hands through his hair as his eyes grew wide.

"Yes I know," Beverly picked at her finger nails. 

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Richie asked, biting his lip nervously. 

"I thought you knew," Beverly responded, rolling her eyes. "God, you're so oblivious." 

"Yeah no fucking shit, oh my god." 

"So, what're you going to do about it?" Beverly asked, winking from his bed. 

"Don't wait up for me, I'm going to Eddie's house," Richie said, going to his window. 

"Rich it's 12 AM and it's pouring rain," Beverly remarked, "And he's probably still mad at you." 

"I don't care! He has to know," Richie exclaimed as he hopped out his window, sliding down his roof and onto the ground below. 

"Ugh, men," Beverly groaned as Richie ditched her completely. 

Richie sprinted to the Wheeler home as fast as he could, deciding against stealing his father's car as he had for school a few days ago. The rain pounded down into his curls, causing little droplets to stay stuck in his mane. Goose bumps began to form on his bare arms but he didn't give a shit, all that mattered was making sure Eddie knew exactly how Richie felt. Eventually he arrived, and he wasted no time in chucking a white stone at Eddie's window, as he knew it was too high to climb up to. The rock knocked against the glass, causing a small figure to appear in view. Richie waved to the figure, motioning for them to come down, which cause the person to go out of view and head outside. 

Eddie groaned as he walked down the stairs, not knowing what his jerk boyfriend wanted now, after five fucking days. Eddie was extremely pissed, to say the least, and all he had wanted was a night with himself, ice cream, a fluffy blanket, and a few mixtapes. But no, of course Tozier had to ruin it. Eddie stepped outside, shivering when the cold harsh rain met his underdressed body. He made his way to the side of his house to find Richie Tozier, soaking wet, grinning widely at him. 

"What the fuck do you want?" Eddie snapped, walking towards him until he was standing right in front of Richie. 

"I know you're mad, but I have reasoning if you'll just let me say what I need to say," Richie pleaded, wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist. Eddie stared into Richie's generous eyes and bit back a smile as he noticed the glistening rain drops that were stuck to his long eye lashes. Dammit, Eddie thought, I'm supposed to be mad at him but he's so damn cute. 

Eddie crossed his arms but nodded, signaling for Richie to continue. "Eds, you're everything to me. You have me under this love spell and I can't, and don't want to, break free from it. I'd walk across the fucking world to see you smile, darling. And that scares the shit out of me. First, cause I hate walking. Second, cause you have so much power over me and I honestly would break if you left or if something happened. I ignored you so I could get my feelings set straight. And I honestly can say that I'm 100% sure I have them figured out now," Richie spurted out. 

Eddie was taken aback, not expecting that explanation. He gulped and spoke, "And? What did you find out?" 

"I love you, Eds. I love you so fucking much and honestly, I've been searching for you since I read my first fairytale. You're the prince of my dreams and I don't ever want to let you go," Richie said, placing a gentle kiss on Eddie's forehead. 

Eddie was frozen, not just from the cold water splashing down on him, but also from Richie's confession. Eddie felt his heart speed up with affection as he stared up at the tall, vulnerable boy in front of him. Eddie let a wide smile spread across his face as he spoke. "I love you too, Chee. More than you could ever imagine," Eddie cooed, nuzzling his face into Richie's chest. 

Richie felt his heart explode with love as he held Eddie tightly, his chin resting on the top of his head. "Do you forgive me? I truly am sorry about ignoring you and honestly, I missed you way too much." 

"I forgive you," Eddie whispered, the anger that had recently consumed him was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the only emotion Eddie could feel inside himself was pure adoration and love. Richie then lifted his chin softly and connected their lips. But this kiss was unlike any other they had shared. It was simple, yet utterly complex. Full of love and passion. There was no rush, as both teens felt as if they were frozen in time with each other. And they wouldn't have it any other way.