.fluff.
tw; blood
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"Bye, Staniel!" Richie called as the boy left the school premises, leaving he and Eddie alone in the grassy lot. Eddie knew that he only had one chance to do what he wanted to do, and he needed to make it fast.
"Welp," Richie said, spinning on the balls of his feet to face the shorter boy. "Bye Eds." He said, turning to start the trek back to his house. Eddie's mind was buzzing; he needed to do it now. His palms began to sweat and he bit the inside of his cheek, mentally screaming at himself to get the damn words out already.
"Ri-Richie?" He called out nervously.
"Yeah?" Richie responded casually, stopping in his tracks to face a now blushing Eddie. He took a deep breath.
"Would you maybe wanna come over? Just for a little? I mean I know we have homework, but we can do it together, an-"
"Sure!" Richie excitedly cut off the rambling boy. "I'll come through the window, just like always." Before turning to leave again, he tossed a wink saying, "See ya, Eds."
Eddie's mother wasn't too fond of Richie- in fact, she hated him. She believed he was a terrible influence on her precious son, and there would be no convincing her otherwise. However, they were best friends, and were willing to do what it took to see each other against her wishes. In this case, it meant Richie sneaking into the Kaspbrak household via Eddie's bedroom window.
Eddie sighed, sitting down on his soft comforter. He peered into the small mirror on his wall, adjusting and readjusting the way his hair fell onto his forehead. Richie would be there any moment, and he wanted to at least look decent.
As if on cue, there was suddenly the obnoxious sound of continuous rapping caused by boney knuckles colliding against thick glass.
Eddie stood and took a deep breath, walking over to his window and unlocking it. An exhausted Richie crawled in, dramatically panting.
"Hey, Eddie," He wheezed out of breath.
"Jesus, what happened to you? You sound like you need my inhaler more than I do." Eddie chuckled.
"Well, I didn't want to keep you waiting, so I ran the whole way home and here. They don't call me 'Speedy Gonzales' for nothing-" Eddie rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny the huge smile that rested on his face.
"Richie, no one calls you that." Eddie's gaze started to shift down, allowing him to notice a small amount of dried blood running down Richie's forearm.
"What..." he asked softly, pointing to it.
"Oh, that? I'm fine. I tripped on my way over." Richie responded. Eddie pictured the dork stumbling over his own feet and giggled. Richie flopped down on the brunette's bed, kicking off his shoes.
He reached down, pulling Eddie's heavy backpack into his lap. He tugged on the zipper, exposing all of the bag's contents. Eddie sat across from him, straddling his desk chair backwards, studying Richies actions. He didn't mind Richie going through his belongings; it was something Richie did so often that it had become routine. Besides, he had nothing to hide anyways.
Richie dug around inside trying to find something that would interest him. He settled on a black spiral, and began flipping through it until he landed on the latest entry. Eddie shifted in his seat, waiting for Richies booming voice to inevitably spill out all of the words on the page.
