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You're My Everything

This was a 3 am impulsive write that I'm publishing the next morning ! Super fluff ! No one dies because y'all are already hating on me for killing off people in divided !

"I think I'm dying, Richie!" Eddie whispered frantically into his phone. "Like, I've been coughing nonstop and you know how many cancers and diseases start with coughing and oh my god, I'm so scared, Rich! What the fuck am I gonna do?! Am I too young to write a will and who's gonna plan my funeral? Will I be cremated or full body?"

Richie groaned into the phone. "Eds, it's four in the morning. You woke me up because you coughed and now you're diagnosing yourself with a deadly disease?" he asked groggily, obviously not concerned about Eddie's health.

Eddie had a tendency to overreact, so Richie wasn't all that concerned.

"Richard! I could be dying! I need to make an appointment and then I need-"

"Edward. You are fine. You have the flu. Calm the fuck down, okay?"

"What if it's not the flu?!"

Richie laughed a little. "Eddie, your doctor literally told you that you have the flu. It's winter and your immune system sucks. If you need a kidney or some shit I'll donate. Now can I please go to bed?" he asked, clearly exhausted.

He loved Eddie with all of his heart, whether Eddie knew it or not, but it was four in the morning on the first day of Christmas break. All Richie wanted to do was cuddle back under his blanket and sleep, but he knew he wouldn't be able to rest until Eddie said it was okay.

Eddie sighed over the phone. "I'm sorry I bothered you," he said shamefully, and Richie was sure he was blushing.

"You're not bothering me, Spaghetti Man. For real, you good?"

"I, uh..." Eddie paused for a second. "Yep, I'm good! Definitely all happy and good over here, no issues at all. Uh, goodnight!"

"Eddie."

"What?"

Richie smiled at his best friend's nervousness to tell him why he was really awake. "You didn't call me because you're sick, did you?" he asked, knowing that even Eddie Kaspbrak wouldn't call to ask about a sickness. He'd go straight to a doctor.

Sure, Eddie was sick and did have the flu, but that's not why he called. He was recovering and only had a day or so left in bed.

"Uh, no?" he squeaked out, face burning red with embarrassment.

Richie snickered, mainly to himself. "Okay, so what's the real deal, Eds?"

Eddie rolled over in his bed, pulling his blankets up closer to his chest. "I had a nightmare," he whispered, feeling the fiery, salty sting of tears in his eyes.

It was no secret that Eddie suffered the worse out of the everyone in the losers club, maybe other than Mike. He was constantly being teased and bullied, not only by assholes at school but also by his mother's crude comments about his looks and what he wore and his friends.

He'd once told Richie about his terrible nightmares, about how he saw himself dying or being hurt for who he was. It was the same day he came out to Richie and Richie had told him he was gay in return.

After that day, Richie had told Eddie that if he ever needed to talk, he'd be available at any time of the day.

That time happened to be four in the morning.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Richie asked, sitting up so he'd stay awake. "If you want to, I'll listen."

Eddie let out a shaky breath. "I, uh, I just needed to hear your voice. My mom left to visit my aunt in Bangor and so I just had been on edge and it made the dream worse, I guess."