"I was d-dared to kuh-kiss you..."
No one in the loser's club know about Richie and Eddie. One night, Bill Denbrough is dared to kiss Richie and starts to feel a certain way. Does he come between Richie and Eddie? Or will they power through this whi...
Bike tires skidded against the potholed road leading to Richie Tozier's destination. He stopped the old bike in front of the house, and it let out a light squeal, creating black tire marks on the ground.
He looked to the house neighboring the one he was currently in front of. Eddie peaked at him through his bedroom window. Richie held up his hand, giving the other boy the signal. The brunette nodded and disappeared from the dirty glass pane. Richie could be expecting him anytime now.
He likes to park at the house next to Eddie's so the boy's mother doesn't see him pick up her son.
It was fall, meaning the air was becoming comfortably crisp, yet slightly chilly. Richie pulled his jacket sleeves down over his floral button up.
He lifted his curious head when he heard bike chains other than his coming his way. A smile presented itself on his face once he noticed who it was.
The boy on the bike stopped in front of him. "Look Rich," He lifted up his cast-less arm, "It healed. I can ride my bike now."
The curly haired boy smiled widely, almost goofily at Eddie's excitement. "Good." He smirked, "Let's see if you can ride as fast as me."
Eddie's face dropped, "No way. Save it for later. M-my mom doesn't want me riding too fast-"
"Because another injury could occur." Richie finished his sentence. He rolled his eyes, "I know. Just trying to have some fun, Eddie."
He took the brunettes smaller hand into his and squeezed it gently. Eddie lightly and awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his neck because he really didn't know what else to do with his other hand.
"Th-they're expecting us, dummie. You're-" Eddie stuttered with rosy cheeks that quickly became pinker when a soft kiss was placed on his left one.
"Let me guess," Richie pulled away and settled himself onto his bike, "You're wasting our time. Is that what you were going to say?"
Before Eddie could answer, Richie was kicking the stand from his bike off of the ground and pedaling down the road. He swiftly looked back at his boyfriend as his legs began to pedal faster. "Catch up, loser!" He shouted, tauntingly, with a chuckle.
If Eddie hadn't been so busy watching the curls on Richie's head blow around so delicately, then he would have already caught up by now. He huffed, took his inhaler out of his fanny pack, puffed it, and followed Richie's actions of kicking the stand and riding off to chase after him.
