The Aftermath (Reddie)

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Ok quick authors note, I legit just freaked out because I was looking at previous chapters that I had written recently. More specifically, their times. Which led me to believe I had written four chapters just today and I legit thought I was going crazy and had a problem but then I read the pm and am and I've realized I'm not crazy. Just a dumbass. Ok, on with the story.

Richie's POV

I literally wanted to smack Stan right now. But Eddie was in distress and that outweighed my annoyance towards Stan, so I turned my attention back to Eddie and hoped that Bill would smack his boyfriend for me.

"I shouldn't have ever asked, okay?" I said softly.

Eddie nodded, but he was still hyperventilating.

It hurt to seem him this distraught. I let got of his hands and wrapped arms out him instead.

To which he responded with leaning his head on my chest and wrapping his arms around me too.

"Just breath Eds," I whispered and rubbed his back soothingly. I could feel him nod against my chest.

His was completely pressed up against me, so I could feel him draw in breaths shakily.

I rested my chin on his hair that had become profusely more curly and unruly, and I started to sway. I started to rocking back and forth slowly with him in my arms.

His breath started to become more normal, less rapid and gasp-y, but I kept holding onto him.

Eddie didn't let go.

"Richie," he whispered quietly.

"What's up Eddie?" I asked, equally as quiet.

"What are they saying?" I heard Stan whisper loudly.

Beverly immediately shushed him.

"It's kinda awkward that they are still here, watching us," Eddie whispered.

I chuckled lightly.

I felt so happy, I was holding Eddie, and he was letting me. My face was lit up with joy, content, peace.

Then Eddie stood still, stopping the swaying. He leaned away from my chest and looked up at me, but his arms were still around my waist.

"Hey Rich....?"

"Hey what?"

We were speaking quietly again, so our faces were really close so that we could hear each other.

"Um...." he chewed his lip, looking like a great war was going on in his head, "yes...."

"Yes what, Eddie?"

He sighed, frustrated with my idiocy, "what you asked earlier....my answer...it's yes."

What the fuck did I ask him earlier? It looked like it meant a lot, intense emotions were flying through his eyes.

I studied his face further, hoping to find a clue.

He was staring hopefully into my eyes, then his glanced for a second down at my lips.

Fuck! Why couldn't I remember what I asked him?

I replayed the previous events.

I got here, I drank, I watched Eddie danced, I made out with Eddie, I played spin the bottle, Eddie left to get his jacket, Eddie gave me a gay shirt, Eddie confirmed he was gay-

Shit.

Eddie came out to me.

And then I asked if he liked me.

And then he ran away.

And he never answered

until now.

I blamed the alcohol for my memory loss.

And also for my next actions.

I kissed him, right on the lips.

And he kissed back

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Okay I have a really good idea for the next chapter and I really hope I can kick it out really quick.