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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7 ~ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ

♡ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟɪᴇꜱ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ 109 ʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ! ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ! ♡

♡ ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴀꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪᴊɪ! ♡

 ♡ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ♡

*ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ*

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Eddie sucked in the warm humid air of March and glanced impatiently at his watch.

3:10? School finished 10 minutes ago.

Eddie's eyes widened as he dawned on a realisation.

What if he remembered?

What if he doesn't want to come over now because it'll be weird?

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Eddie could feel his throat closing up, reaching behind for his backpack he blindly grasped for his inhaler, getting more and more panicked when he couldn't find it.

Shit, shit, shit, shi-

"Eds? Are you okay?" Sprinting over to his crumpling best friend, was Richie Toizer.

Eddie was coughing now, feeling the world spin, he thought he was going to pass out.

Richie on the other hand, had yanked the smaller boy's backpack of, and was pulling everything out.

Inhaler, inhaler, inhaler. He thought distantly.

"Ah ha!" Richie cried, as at long last, he pulled out the small object.

Richie, acting quickly, stuffed the device down Eddie's throat and pulled the trigger.

He sucked in a long hard breath as relief as well as asthma medicine, floated down Eddie's throat.

Eddie dropped to the floor, relishing in the fact that he wasn't dead.

And that Richie had shown up.

Eddie shut his eyes and smiled. Despite almost dying, he was blissfully happy.

"Eds, honey? Are you okay?" Richie lightly slapped Eddie's cheek.

Eddie opened his eyes, staring at the cloudless mid-March sky.

"Yes," He crocked. "Everything is fine."

Sighing in liberation, Richie lay down next to Eddie, and watched him.

He's pretty. Richie thought absently. Really pretty.

Richie glanced briefly at their hands. He pursed his lips, feeling his heart beat just a bit faster.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he hesitantly intertwined their fingers.

Hmmm, this is nice. Eddie felt himself drifting off to sleep, the sun and Richie's hand holding were making sure of it.

Wait. HAND HOLDING?!

Eddie sat up bolt right, bringing his right hand (the one Richie had been holding) swiftly to his chest.

Standing up he offered, "Uh... let's go to your house now."