Reddie - Us❤️

Chapter 1

It was the first day of summer break, 2:30 in the morning. Richie was peacefully writing in his journal, while listening to music. His pencil bounced off his page, to the beat of the song. Africa- by Toto. One of his favourites. He flipped to a new page, thinking of what to write about. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie, kaspbrak. He smiled a little just thinking about him. I know what you're gonna say, since when does Richie write? Or even read? Well he sort of likes both, I mean he has to put his thoughts down somehow. Most pages so far, were about Eddie. It was always about Eddie. His best friend. Yet, he always wished it was more than that.

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Richie got bored, he kept checking the clock. Thinking of whether or not to call his best friend at this hour. But he liked annoying Eddie, it was funny to tease him. He also didn't know how else to talk to him, because he would be so nErVoUs. He managed to pick up the phone, and dial his number. Took about 4 calls before Eddie picked up. "What the fuck do you want Richie!? It's 2 in the fucking morning!" He knew it was Richie because he did this constantly. And it annoyed the crap outta him.

Richie laughed nervously, "Nothin, I just wanted to see if you would pick up."

Eddie groaned, "Ugh.. not new. Now go to bed, and don't call me again." He hung up, making Richie sigh. It was getting a bit too late, and he had to meet up with his friends tomorrow. So he decided to get some sleep.

He woke up around 12, he was exhausted. He had bags under his eyes, and drool down his face. So he quickly hopped in the shower, washed his face, and moisturized. Not like Richie. But, he likes to take care of himself. Sometimes. It was always hot in his house in the morning, and it was a gross feeling.. in a way. He didn't like it, so he'd usually shower. That woke him up anyways.

He later walked back into his bedroom, then threw on a white-button up, and green shorts. He skipped down the stairs, he already knew no one was home. Both of his parents worked.

Though once he found himself in the kitchen, his heart nearly stopped to see someone there. It was.. Eddie? He was doing the dishes, and there was two plates of food on the table. It smelt great. "Woah! Jesus Eddie, what're you doing here??" "Making breakfast, duh." Richie rolled his eyes, then went over to him. "I can take care of these." He took the cloth from Eddie's hand, and dried a plate. Eddie leaned a bit closer to him, "You smell good." He started laughing and sat down. That made him smile, he liked Eddie complimenting him. Which actually happened often, it depended on how much Richie annoyed Eddie for the day.

After he finished drying the dishes, Richie sat down and quickly started inhaling the food. Eddie makes really good food.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Your welcome." He said that in an annoyed tone. Richie cleared his throat, "Thanks. But you didn't have to make me breakfast, I can do it myself yknow."

"Rich, every time I come over, all I see you eating is cereal. You should always eat more in the morning, it's the most important meal of he day."

"Jesus, you sound like my mom." He laughed, making Eddie kick his chair. "Shut up." He started eating as well.

Richie didn't even chew his food, he just swallowed it whole. He can't cook, and he doesn't really like his parents cooking either. But I mean, he gets what he gets. The reason why he was so hungry is because he hadn't eaten in two days. He tortures himself like that, sometimes, of course, no one knows. Except Eddie, because he would notice the little things about him.

"Didn't eat again?"

Richie looked up, and sighed. "Nope, wasn't really in the mood."