Wrong

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⚠ Talk of abusive relationships and eating disorders ⚠

*Eddie's POV*

After spending the rest of the day and most of the night with Bev and Bill, I realized I needed to be with Richie again.

I know he broke a promise, but I still love him. And I need someone to cuddle with and kiss. Someone like him.

I thanked Bev for letting me stay over and drove back to our house. I pulled into the apartment lot, and I could see Richie through the window. He was shuffling around through the fridge.

"Rich?" I asked as I walked in. "Whatcha doing?"

He turned around, 2 packages of beer in his hands. He smiled and walked towards me.

"Eddie... God, I'm so glad you're back! I was just getting rid of all of the alcohol in the house."

He nodded his head towards the garbage can. 3 wine bottles were already in the plastic bag. I looked up at Richie, who had a proud smile on his face.

"So? Am I forgiven?" Richie asked hopefully.

"Of course," I moved in to kiss him, but he backed away.

"Nuh uh. Not until ALL of the alcohol is out of this house. I owe you at least that much."

Richie turned around, throwing the packages in the garbage and bringing the bag out to the curb. He came back in and picked me up in his arms.

"NOW we can snuggle." Richie laughed and brought me towards our bedroom. He placed me down on the bed carefully before jumping next to me.

"We should probably head to bed though," I suggested. "It's almost midnight."

"Fine...I missed you, Spaghetti."

"I missed you too, Trashmouth."

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"Wake up, sleepy head," Richie giggled, nudging me slightly. "C'mon, it's already noon."

"Nooo," I whined and pulled the covers over my head. "I'm tired!"

"But I want to bring you somewhere special, Eddie!" Richie complained and took the covers off of me. "Please?"

I looked up at my boyfriend. He was giving me the cutest puppy dog pout. I couldn't help but smile and get out of the bed.

"Fine," I said and put my slippers on. "Where are we even going?"

"That's a secret!" Richie smirked and handed me a pile of clothes. "Now, go get dressed and I'll meet you outside in 10 minutes. I have breakfast in the car."

He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I smiled to myself and started to get dressed.

I took off my shirt and looked in the mirror. I couldn't see my ribs anymore, which made me a little happy, but mostly upset. Happy because I know that's what Richie and the rest of the Losers want. Upset because it's not what I want.

Sighing, I put on my shirt. Richie had picked out a white one with pink stripes. He knows it's my favorite one.

I finished getting dressed and walked out to the car. Richie was in the driver's seat, half a bagel in his mouth and fumbling with a giant map. I giggled and opened the passengers seat.

"You need some help, Trashmouth?" I laughed and climbed in.

"Ma-heh," he said, the bagel muffling his words. He sighed, taking the food out of his mouth. "Maybe. That's what I meant to say."