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𝙘𝙝.4

Eddie sat on his bed writing in his diary.

November 19
9:36 p.m

    Today I accompanied Richie to the movies as I had explained before. During the movie, Richie had touched me in a way he hadn't before. In a way that I had always wanted him to touch me.
Dad's not home yet. I'm considering calling him but
I like his absence.

Eddie stopped writing as he heard the water in the shower stop running. He fixed his hair, straightened out the sheets and walked quickly over to his closet taking out his pajama set.

He closed the door gently behind him. He knew Richie would take some time as he had to dry out his curls. Plus, Eddie had always kept a spare toothbrush for Richie to use because of the one time when they were eight:
Richie and Eddie were having a sleep over, when it was time to brush their teeth, Richie had forgotten to pack a toothbrush.

So they had to share.

Eddie brushed his teeth first, he was extra careful to clean out his toothbrush before handing it over to Richie. When the raven haired boy was done, Eddie deposited the brush into the trash can.

The next day, they went shopping for Richie's toothbrush.

Eddie changed into his pajamas and admired himself in the mirror. He was wearing very short satin shorts with little strawberry's on them and a matching tank top. He smiled at himself. Just then, he heard the door of the bathroom open. He ran to the bed and sat down. He had forgotten to hide his diary.

Richie would've asked about it since he had been writing on it earlier.

Richie stepped out of the bathroom with his light grey sweatpants on, no shirt.
Though it was very cold, Eddie's home was very warm and his blankets kept the two warm. Yes, they were going to share a bed.

Richie opened the door to Eddie's room, confused as to why it had been closed. Shit, did I close it? He had been whistling and the sight in front of him made him stop, as well as bite his tongue a little, he winced. "Hey spawetti man." He said as the pain began to secede.

"Hi, Rich" Eddie responded in that oh, so soft, innocent voice that drove the Tozier boy crazy. In front of Richie was the small boy. His legs crossed and his small hands resting on top of his lap. His pretty grey eyes batting those long lashes. His lips curved into an angelic smile. And Richie knew, right there, right then, that Eddie was indeed the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Something wrong..?" The short boy asked, clearly concerned. Richie shook himself out of his trance. "Nothing wrong, nothing wrong." He took a look at the baby blue diary on the left side of Eddie. "Hey! what's that?" Richie threw himself at the bed and made a grab for the journal. Luckily, Eddie had quick reflexes and snatched up the book before richie could. "Aw c'mon Eds. Watcha writing on there?" Eddie shook his head, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Something bout me?"

Eddie's eyes widened and he felt his face grow hotter. "Just messing with ya."

Phew.

"But let me see!" Richie pushes himself off of Eddie's bed and dives for the book, only to miss by eddie moving away. Richie however, moves forward and tackles the smaller boy. "Ow-hey!" Eddie whines. Richie almost has it... almost.. almost —

And then he looked down. His and Eddie's faces were only inches away. Their lips, just barely brushing against each other's. He could feel Eddie's strawberry breath, as well as his vanilla scent. The two stare at each other for what seems like eternity. And then, little by little, slowly, the two begin to lean in.

Proximity. And then:

bang!

The two boys jerk away from another as they hear the sound of a door closing. Eddie jumps off the bed, avoiding eye contact with a disappointed looking Richie, and walks out of the room.

"Dad?" The younger boy calls out.
He was sure that maybe it was just the wind, as he received no response. He sighed. He didn't want to go back into the room. Not with Richie.

"Hey, kid! Over here." Eddie smiled and trotted down the stairs. There, his dad stood in his work attire. Eddie's father was a mechanic, which only made Eddie's love for cars grow even more.
"Hi." Eddie said standing on his toes and giving his dad a kiss on the cheek. "How was work?"

Frank sighed, tiredly. Almost sadly.
It broke Eddie's heart to see his dad upset. He usually never was. "Ah, don't worry about it. Just work things." He ruffled Eddie's hair.

"How about we catch up on shows, yea?" Eddie was about to answer when the trashmouth himself walked inside. "Hey there old pop." He said winking and saluting him. Frank laughed, winked, and saluted back. Eddie smiled.
Frank and Richie were like old pals. It both scared and fascinated eddie.

Frank and Richie bro hugged. Eddie rolled his eyes. "What are you doing here loud mouth?" He teased "It's trashmouth!" Richie retaliated. "What'd I say?"

"Okay!" Eddie interrupted before the two got into another stupid argument. "Shows, dad, shows."

"Right!" He said clasping his hands together. "I'll pick out something to binge watch. You two," he pointed, "snack duty."

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