Email from richietozier@xmail.com
richietozier@xmail.com
link attached
hyperlink (that means click it ed's)
ekaspbrak@xmail.com
richie i swear to god if that's porn.
richietozier@xmail.com
it's not! c'mon ed's have some trust in me!
ekaspbrak@xmail.com
i do have trust in you, but i also know that you're gross
richietozier@xmail.com
ouch! ed's gets off a good one! i'm not that gross though, no more than you!
ekaspbrak@xmail.com
much more than i am. what's the link anyways?
richietozier@xmail.com
a list of reasons that you should let me apply to princeton with you.
ekaspbrak@xmail.com
absolutely not.
richie smiled as the door in front of him opened. sonia kaspbrak returned his smile, and reached a hand out to shake his.
"hi, mrs. k! how are you?" richie shook her hand.
"i'm good! how are you?"
"i'm alright. is eddie here?"
"oh, yes! he's in his room!" mrs. kaspbrak stepped aside, letting richie come into the house. he looked around, the smell of lysol hitting him almost immediately.
"thank you, ma'am." richie smiled at her and walked to eddies room.
when he got to eddies room, he knocked lightly on the door. he heard a faint "come in" before he opened the door.
eddie was sitting crisscrossed on his bed, looking down at a copy of war and peace. as richie shut the door behind him, eddie didn't even look up to see who it was.
"eds? eddie? eds!"
eddie looked up from his book, the sudden loud tone in richies voice making him jump.
"hi." eddie said quietly, not at a whisper, just quiet.
"hi. eds!" richie walked over to the bed, sitting down on it. eddie looked back to his book, taking a second to find the spot that he left off at.
"richie, I'm reading." richie lay his head in eddies lap.
"i know! but i want to hang out with you."
"we're hanging out." eddie, without taking his eyes from the page, leaned down and kissed richies forehead.
"no we aren't!" eddie sighed and marked the page, shutting the book and setting it on his nightstand.
"what do you want to do?"
"go over the list."
"is that why you came here?"
"no. well, not the only reason."
"richie. you've got a good thing going for you. i'm not going to be the one to fuck it up."
richie looked into eddies eyes. richie had always loved the caramel color of eddies eyes. eddie on the other hand, hated them. he wished that his eyes were green, like his moms. he got stuck with his dads eyes.
"stop looking at me." eddie said. he hated it when richie looked into his eyes.
"your eyes are pretty."
"no they aren't." eddie hated his eyes, and his freckles, and the fact that he was left handed. these were all things that he got from his dad. and if eddie didn't hate his eyes, or his freckles, or his left-handedness, he most certainly hated his dad.
"stop thinking about your dad." richie gently put his hands on eddie shoulders.
"i'm not thinking about him." eddie was. his dad was all he could think of. the second that he started thinking about his eyes, he started thinking about how much he hated them, which led him to think of how much he hated his dad. it always happened like this. it was like a domino effect in his mind.
"okay." richie tilted eddies chin up.
eddie closed his eyes.
"stop."
"you're perfect."
