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eddie watched as richie tumbled through the window, falling directly on top of him. "richieeee!" eddie whined, pushing him off then running to his desk.

"stop whining, idiot." richie groaned, rubbing his head where he hit it on eddies window.

eddie searched through the drawers then pulled out a basket of glitter before grinning. "my sister gave me these a few years ago." he said once he saw richie looking at him with a why the fuck do you have those look.

richie just nodded, sitting down on eddies bed before the small boy sat next to him. the blue and pink lava lamp on his bedside table was the only light making it so the boys could see, it casting blue hues across their faces.

"here-" richie grabbed the basket of glitter, pulling out purple. he laughed as he put the glitter under eddies eyes, then putting it back. "trippy!"

eddie rolled his eyes, sitting on his knees then grabbing pink. he put it on richie's prominent cheekbones, before accidentally dropping it on the floor. "shit! shit! richie!"

richie laughed, falling back off the bed. "eddie- help! i hit my head i'm dying eddie!" eddie quickly looked over at richie on the other side of the bed, before getting pulled down.

"haha got you loser!" richie laughed, tickling eddie. the smaller boy giggled trying to hit away richie's hands. "richie! stop!" eddie yelled between giggles, richie eventually getting off of him.

"can i smoke?" richie asked, to which the delirious eddie nodded. "gimmie one!"

richie just nodded, taking a pack out of his pocket. he handed the smaller boy one before taking his own, lighting them.

richie took a drag before flopping onto the bed. "first time?" richie asked as eddie was coughing, the small boy nodded. "i have asthma, this was a stupid idea." eddie said, but took a drag anyway.

he knew it was stupid, but he really wanted to rebel and ignore all the pain he was feeling. he wanted to forget all about his dad, he wanted to forget about everything that has been going on for the past years.

"eds- if you have asthma you shouldn't-"

"do you have beer?" eddie cut richie off, causing richie to raise his eyebrows. "uhm- yeah? it's in the bag. but are you sure-"

"yes." eddie cut him off again, going to richie's bag and grabbing out the bottles of beer. "do you have fucking coke in here?"

richie laughed, laying on his stomach then looking at eddie sitting on the floor. "yeah, i've got a whole drug station in my bag. but have you ever even drank before?"

eddie shook his head, fiddling with his hands. "no." he mumbled before looking up at richie. the taller boy was looking down at him before patting the spot next to him.

"this is gonna be confusing as shit cause we're all cracked out and i'm dizzy as fucking fuck but come here and tell me what's wrong." richie sat up, sitting against the bed board waiting for the smaller boy.

eddie sighed, putting the beer bottles that he was holding on the bed then sitting down next to richie. "nothings wrong."

"bullshit." richie said, just like he said earlier. he threw an arm around eddies small frame, pulling him closer. "i'm being serious, eds, what's wrong?"

eddie took a drag of his cigarette before sighing. "family shit- i don't know. it's been going on for years. i don't wanna talk about it."

"if you want things to get better, you need to talk about it." richie said, grabbing one of eddies small soft hands and rubbing his knuckles.

eddie groaned, knowing he was right. "my god rich. i don't know where to even start. my dad started being abusive when i was five and now me, my mom and my sister are scared shitless." eddie shrugged, brushing the fallen curls from his face. "i don't wanna talk about this when i'm on this shit- i wanna color."

richie looked down, unwrapping his arm from eddie. "alright fine, go color." richie rolled his eyes, biting back a smile.

eddie nodded, getting up then going to his backpack and getting out his sketch book. it was like he already completely forgot about the whole drinking thing.

eddie sat down at the end of the bed, he crossed his legs then started coloring random things with bright colors.

"you know- i don't have the best dad either. well i don't have a good mom either but, yeah. i've had my fair share of hits, slaps, getting yelled at all that shit. you aren't the only one, eds, you aren't alone."