Painless || Reddie

3

"So you and Stan live together? I like Stan he's nice. I like the girl as well, with the red hair, she's nice as well. Do you want road head? I can-" Eddie spoke at a mile a minute.

Richie interrupted the smaller boy who was certainly not helping his growing headache, "Eddie can you shut u- wait what was that last thing?"

Eddie opened his mouth to answer when Richie pulled into his and Stan's driveway. He quickly ejected himself from the car as fast as he possibly could and started towards the door. He held the door open while he waited for Eddie to make his way up to the front door. Eddie looked up at the house, it wasn't anything special, but to Richie it was home.

"Nice place." Eddie commented before walking inside. "Can I borrow some pyjamas and do you have a spare toothbrush."

"This ain't a fuckin hotel Eds." Richie states before heading over to the linen closet and grabbing a couple of blankets and a spare pillow for the boy. He threw them on his couch and saluted the boy. "Night." He began to make his way to his room when Eddie's voice once again stopped him.

"Rich w-wait! I'm scared of the dark..." Eddie muttered.

"You're scared of everything." Richie rolled his eyes yet again at the scaredy cat. He watched Eddie playing with his hands and awkwardly looking down at them. "Okay, come on." Richie signalled for Eddie to follow. His face lit up and he immediately thanked Richie before following him into his room.

Richie's room was dark and messy which caused no problem for him as he was fully aware where all the trip hazards were and made his way through to his bed. Eddie, however, was not as experienced in the trash-hopping and immediately tripped on a basket of dirty clothes right at the door of Richie's room. "Fuck!" He shouts as he falls on his face with a loud thump.

Richie let out a laugh, "Oh yeah watch out." He said still giggling to himself.

"Thanks, asshole." Eddie picked himself up and thankfully made it to the bed with no more accidents.

It seemed as soon as Eddie's head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Richie suddenly felt tense as he shared his bed with the small boy. They weren't exactly touching but he could smell the boy's strawberry scented hair and hear his quiet breathing. He suddenly felt extremely claustrophobic and decided he needed a cigarette and to possibly crash on the couch for the night. He couldn't kick Eddie out, he felt responsible for the kid now. And plus, if Eddie was murdered on the streets Richie was pretty sure he could be charged for something.

After his cigarette he laid down on the couch with a ratty blanket he'd grabbed from the cupboard and fell asleep thinking of the boy's big brown eyes staring up at him with bulging pupils and adoration. He allowed himself to smile, but only for a second. He did not want to deal with that shit tomorrow.

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"Richie, what the fuck!" He hears before having a pillow thrown right at his face. He grabs around the floor in front of him for his glasses and looks up blearily at an angry looking Stan. "I just had to do the longest walk of shame in history! Where were you last night? Also why are you sleeping on the couch?" Richie groaned at the sudden bombardment of questions and rubbed his head.

"I was waiting for you, got impatient and went in to drag you out, found you asleep in bed with that kid you tatted yesterday, then drove home with the worlds most annoying tag along." He answered extremely briefly, "And let him sleep in my bed but he, uh, snores so I retreated to the couch." Richie lied smoothly and looked away from Stan, "Jesus I need a cigarette."

"You have a guy in your room? You never let your hookups spend the night, and wait a second, you've never had a GUY hookup, oh my god Richie!" Stan said excitedly as he walked towards Richie's room to check out who it was his best friend had taken home the night before.