Oh, my love //: Reddie:\\

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riche*

I felt myself wake up, on Eddie's uncomfortable couch. Oh the things I do for this boy. I smiled to myself as I looked down to the the angelic boy sleeping soundly in my chest, letting out adorable, little snores.

I kissed his head and felt happy. Oh, my love. My sweet, sweet love. I stared over his features, taking in as much as I can before the moment is gone.

It's going to hurt like hell to leave him, to watch him leave. How the fuck am I just supposed to let Eddie walk out of my life forever? How? He's my best friend, the absolute love of my life, he's my souls mate! I'm supposed to give that up because school is over? Why?

Eddie's eyes slowly opened, revealing his hypnotic like eyes. He smiled and stretched around. His little blemishes were wondrous, playing along side his light sun kissed freckles. His beauty is utterly remarkable and breath taking.

"G'morning, Chee."

I smiled. "Good morning, Eds." I kissed his soft forehead. "You Ready to start the day?" I hummed.

He nodded. "Well, maybe five more minutes?" He snuggled back down.

"Sounds good," I chuckled at him.

He snuggled and wriggled around for a minute. "You think the guys would wanna hang out at the quarry tomorrow?" He mumbled.

"Yeah, that sounds really fun actually," I said.

He yawned. "I can't go back to sleep now. I'm too awake." He frowned.

"You just said-," I laughed. "Okay, Eds." I yawned and sat up, stretching. "I'm gonna go get dressed, and let you sleep I guess," I chuckled.

"But I can't sleep without you," He whined.

I blushed at his words, feeling conflicted. "You always sleep without me, you goober," I said.

"Who said it was good sleep?" He rolled on to his side, facing me with his head propped up from his elbow. "I can never sleep good after that one summer, Richie. I don't know if it's because I'm weak, or what, but," he sighed, shrugging.

"Edward Kaspbrack, you sir, are not weak. You helped kill a murderous clown when you were fourteen! Eds, it's okay to be traumatized, hell, I can barley look Bill in the eye without having ptsd, but it's okay. Things happen," I tried to reason with him about his words.

"You really think I'm not weak?" He mumbled. He sat up, seeming a little more okay.

I smiled down at him. "Eddie, I-," I stopped myself. I looked over him, examining his face and posture. "Eddie, I think you're the bravest person I've ever known." I smiled, feeling my heart burn with such a great passion for my best friend.

He smiled over to me, blushing. "Thanks, Chee." He moved and hugged me tightly around my neck.

I hugged him tightly around his waist. I felt my eyes burn with tears, trying my hardest not to cry and ruin our perfect friendship; the best relationship I've had with another human being.

I felt him pull me impossibly closer into him. I felt pain as I put my hands firmly on his waist. I held him there as long as he felt he needed to be. I'd never deny this from Eddie. He's my everything, my life would be entirely different without him. I'd probably be running around fighting Bowers everyday.

"Richie?" Eddie pulled back to look at me. "When are you leaving?"

I chuckled softly. "Not until like three months, Eds. We've got all the time in the world." I smiled.

He frowned, laying his head on my shoulder. "That's not enough time. I don't want you to go," He sighed out longingly.

I frowned along with him. "Maybe we can just sit here with me forever? Just never leave this spot?"

He giggled, making my heart flutter. "That's sounds great, Rich," he said.

I chuckled. "Maybe you can just come with me?" I offered. "I don't know where for sure I'm going, but come with me." I said.

He looked at me. "Richie, we both want to do different things, I-how would that work?" He sighed out longingly.

I shrugged. "We can make it work," I said.

"What about when we try and make our families?" He chuckled softly.

I looked at him. "Right now, you're the only family I need," I said truthfully.

He giggled. "You cheesy son of a bitch, trashmouth." He hugged me.

I chuckled. We pulled away and looked over each other. If I could just muster up the courage and tell this boy how I feel, I feel like we'd be okay.

"Do you want to leave for Bill's house sooner? Or wait a while?" He hummed, wriggling around and off the couch.

He stood and grabbed the two mugs of soggy cereal, bending over.

I blushed as I looked over and admired his figure. Yeah, Eddie's thick, that's obvious to anyone with eyes. That's probably why he wears those red shorts all the time, fucking tease.

"Probably a little later, maybe around five-ish?" I said. I watched as he walked off. I smiled fondly as I heard him begin to ramble his words. He definitely has ADHD. He's such a hyperactive crackhead, but he's my hyperactive crackhead.

I watched as he peeped his head around the corner. "Ya know?" He hummed.

I chuckled. "Yeah." What was he even saying?