Reddie Love ❤

003

He pulled into Ocean City, it was 6:31, everything looked so nice. The people walking towards the boardwalk, the nice breeze filled Eddie's car, the wind went through his hair as he searched for Richie's house.

Eddie knew Richie lived in a mansion, somewhere on a hill. Apparently it was one of the few near the boardwalk. Richie told him it was a tan-ish one, with some brick.

The gas light turned on

Shit. He thought, looking around for a gas station.

When he pulled into one, it was firmilliar.

There were teenagers with old fashion cars, some still in bathing suits, with surfboards. They were getting ice cream and listening to old music from when Eddie-

(Flashback)

" What kind of ice cream do you want Eds?" Richie asked.

"Just vanilla." He replied, while he turned up the music.

Richie came back with two cones, dancing idioticly. He knew what made Eddie laugh.

"Your so retarded," He said shaking his head, "Can I have my ice cream now?"

"Sure." Richie replied with a smirk on his face.

Eddie took his hand out and grabbed Richie's wrist.

"Not today, your not sticking that on my nose." Eddie chuckled.

"What ever you say, Spagetti Man."

Eddie blushed at such nicknames. "I need to come up with an embarrassing name for you someday."

"Sure." Their faces got closer, Richie scooted quite closer to Eddie.

(Flashback end)

"That'll be six dollars and eighty-eight cents." The woman said, holding out her hand. Eddie handed her a ten.

He looked back out the window.

"Can you believe it, these kids have been keeping this a tradition every year. They take their parents old cars and get dates and come down here." Eddie looked at her in some shock.

"That's pretty cool if you ask me, I started that." Now the woman looked a little shocked at Eddie.

He walked out feeling awkward, he could hear all the laughing teenagers as he pumped the gas.

When he sat in the car, he felt confident.

C'mon Eddie you can do this.

He pulled out of the gas station, then asked for some directions to Richie's house.

"Your going to take a left, then go up that hill. Don't worry you'll see it, it's not too far down. Plus, it has the nice bush fence around it." A guy directed him.

That was a relief for Eddie.

Thank God none of these houses look like Richie's. So he went the way the man said it was at.

Eddie looked at his phone.

6:43.

Holy shit, I better get going.

But then a message popped up.

Richie. He thought, tempting to pull over and look at the text. So that's what he did.

Richie 😘: Any longer and I'll be dead.

Eddie laughed at the joke.

Eddie: I'll make sure to take my sweet time then, just for you 😂.

Richie 😘: But seriously, how much longer?

Eddie: Just a couple of minutes, do you already have company over?

Richie is typing...

He decided to keep driving and check the message in a few.

The phone buzzed at a red light, he quickly pulled out his phone hoping the light wouldn't turn green.

Richie 😘: Naaahh, I only wanted time with you Eds ❤

Eddie felt his heart race. With you Eds.

He kept repeating that as he drove to Richie's house.

Then finally, there was the gorgeous house Eddie thought it'd be. He pulled in the driveway.

He went to the steps, pacing around the porch thinking of what to say.

Then Eddie got enough courage and knocked. No one answered.

Maybe the guy gave me wrong directions. He thought, barely doubting it.

He knocked again, this time hearing his beautiful voice.

"Hold your spaghetti." He said, unlocking the door.

He was wearing baggy plaid pajama pants, and a blue shirt.

His arms. They had some muscle in them, which turned Eddie slightly on.

"Eds!" Richie exclaimed, hugging Eddie. He hugged back, holding the tears.

"Why don't you come in?" He asked, putting his arm around Eddie.