nov. thirteenth, thursday — night —
' eddie hasn't spoken to me since monday. ' richie thinks to himself as he tosses his baseball up in the air.
' is it something i did ?– wait. yes, yes it is. i don't know. this week i've just been wanting to strangle him. but, why ? i'm not too sure. '
the dumbfounded boy gets up from the floor to walk over to his bathroom.
he looks in the mirror and fixes his hair that was covered in lint from the carpet he had been lounging on.
' maybe i should apologize. i'm probably just in a bad mood because of lacey. i'm getting tired of half of the girls in my school yelling at me or looking at me with disgust on their faces. '
he runs another hand through his hair and decides to go over to eddie's place again. he feels bad for being such a jerk this week, and decides that it is best for him to just apologize.
they've had little arguments before, this shouldn't be any different than the others.
that's what he believes, of course.
but, what about eddie ?
what does eddie think ?
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