Wrong

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⚠ Panic attack, eating disorders, brief mention of vomiting ⚠

*Richie's POV*

As soon as I got the call from Bill, I jumped out of bed and drove over to their house.

I frantically knocked on the door once I got there. Bill opened it and I ran into Eddie's room.

"Eds, what's going on?" I asked, walking over to the huddled figure in the corner. "Are you ok?"

"D-Dan...he's gonna b-be mad...gonna hurt m-me," he said in a shaky voice. "Y-you're going to hurt m-me too..."

"I'll never hurt you Eddie. And I'm not going to let him hurt you, ok?" Eddie nodded, but I don't think he really believed it. "Can I hug you?"

He waited a minute before nodding again. I sat down next to Eddie and wrapped my arms around him.

"You're ok Eds, deep breaths."

He tried breathing slower, I could feel it. But it wasn't working, Eddie was still panicking.

"Dan's going t-to cut me, and h-he'll be m-mad that I left. H-he loves me, b-but he's going t-to hurt me again..."

He started sobbing into my shoulder as I keep rubbing my hand over his arm and back.

"I'm here Eddie, and I always will be."

He sniffled again and leaned into me. I smiled and put my chin on top of his head. He started snoring lightly after a little while, so I picked him up and placed him back in his bed.

I started to leave the room when Eddie's small voice rang through my ears.

"Stay."

"Anything for you, Eddie." I smiled and climbed into the bed with him, falling asleep soon after.

*Bill's POV*

Stan walked back into the living room sighing.

"They're both asleep now."

"O-ok...thanks for checking on th-them."

"No problem," Stan grinned at me. "I'm feeling a little better now. Do you want to watch some tv?"

"Sure! I'll pick out a show, you pick out some lunch."

"Lunch?" Stan asked, looking at the clock. It read 12:39. "Wow. Time flies when you're puking and your friend gets a panic attack."

"I guess so," I giggled and turned on the tv. "Hmmm... Daria?"

"Ugh, yes! She reminds me of a young version of myself." Stan laughed from the kitchen.

"I can see it." I giggled and turned on the show.

Stan came over with a sandwich and sat down next to me. He handed me the food and pulled a blanket over the two of us.

I looked over at Stan, who didn't get any food for himself. Sighing, I took his hand in mine.

"No food?"

"No..." Stan mumbled, looking down. "Maybe a little later."

"Ok," I said and kissed him. "That's fine."

The theme song started up and I moved into Stan's arms.

•°•

Richie and Eddie walked out of the guest room about 3 hours later. Seinfeld was on now and Stan had made himself a small sandwich. It's not a lot, but it's progress.

"You know," Richie said, his hand wrapped around Eddie's shoulders. "Jerry Seinfeld sounds like a bee. I don't know why, but he does."

"You're such a dork," Eddie giggled and shoved him. I muted the tv as he grabbed an apple and sat down next to me. "So Richie and I were talking it over and I think I should move in with him."

"Oh really?" I smirked. He doesn't know that I know about last night. "How come?"

"Well, uh..." Eddie blushed. Aww.

"We're dating!" Richie cheered, earning a playful glare from Eddie.

"I already knew, bozos," I said. "But I'm happy for you two."

"Thank- wait, you knew?! How?"

"Let's just say you should check to make sure someone is asleep when you have a serious conversation."

"Oh," Eddie blushed harder. "Just don't tell anyone, ok?"

"We won't, but c'mon. It's obvious you two have liked each other for the longest time!" Stan said.

"I already told Ben and Bev," Richie admitted quietly. "Sorry Eds."

"You guys," Eddie groaned. "Than nobody tell Mike he's the last to know."

"Got it." I grinned and turned the volume back on.

*Eddie's POV*

I could barely contain my smile as I cuddled into Richie and watched the show. It was weird though. Dan and I had cuddled before, but it never felt like this.

It always felt forced, like he was just doing it as an apology for hitting me. But now, it feels like Richie actually likes this. Like he wants to do it.

Richie held me tighter and I looked up at him. He was smiling down at me with these adorable puppy dog eyes. I felt my cheeks up as he kissed my forehead.

Holy shit. I really do love him.

•°•

I finished packing my stuff as Stan finished dinner. I walked out of my room to the kitchen, where Stan, Bill and Richie were starting to eat at the kitchen island. I grabbed a plate of the chicken and waffles.

"Ew. Chicken and waffles? That sounds like a weird combo Stan..." I said skeptically and looked at my food.

"No, I promise, it's so good! Stan makes it a lot and it's one of the best things I've ever eaten!" Bill raved, Richie nodding along and Stan blushing bright red.

"Ok..." I said slowly and took a bite of both at once. Surprisingly, it WAS really good! My eyes widened and I looked up at the three guys in front of me.

"Told ya so." Bill said and shoved another forkful into his mouth.

"Ok, how is this so yummy?" I asked, taking another bite.

"Thanks guys," Stan laughed. "So you're moving out tonight?"

"Yeah, if that's ok. I don't want to invade your personal space anymore."

"You weren't, but that's ok. We'll let you and Richie go home...newly dating...all alone~" Bill said winking at me.

"Gross!" Richie shoved Bill. "I can't fuck Eddie AND his mom, that's just not right!"

I snorted and all of us started laughing. I grinned at Richie, who gave me a smirk back.

I couldn't tell exactly what is was, but he was giving me a look. And it made my heart flutter.