Reddie Oneshots

Thunder

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Disclaimer:They are 16 in this~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

★Third Person POV★

Covered in blankets, eye shut tight but still awake. For some fucking reason, Eddie just couldn't fall asleep. And he knew exactly why. He was in love with his best friend. It seemed so bizarre that he could fall for this clumsy, trash mouth idiot. He just couldn't seem to wrap is mind around it, or even think about anything else. Anything other than the loud, terrifying thunder that scared the shit out of poor little Kaspbrak.

His panicked thoughts were interrupted but a semi loud knock at his bedroom window. This of course, freaked him the fuck out because, well, his bedroom is on the second floor. He jumped off his bed and took a puff of his inhaler. He looked to the window to see the one and fucking only, Richie Trashmouth Tozier.

He turned on the lamp by his bed. Eddie opened the window and Richie climbed in. He was soaking. His glasses had droplets of water racing to the bottom of the lenses. You could tell he'd been crying, even if the rain mixed with his tears his eye were still red. He's got a bloody nose and his lip is busted. His cheek had blood dripping from a cut on it. Eddies eyes widened at the sight. Even fucked up he was still gorgeous.

Stop, Eddie thought to himself. Your not supposed to like boys. He shook the thoughts away. He snapped backed into reality. Richie dripping and shivering looking like he just got the shit kicked out of him.

Eddie ran and got a towel for Richie. He hung it on Richies shoulders then ran to get the first aid kit. He sat Richie on his desk, not caring about the papers on it. Asthmatic lil Eddie, out of breath, took another puff of his inhaler. He opened the kit and got the alcohol wipes. Eddie removed Richies glasses. Woah. Then he told his brain to shut the fuck up and focus on the main problem.

He cupped Richie face in his tiny hand and the other cleaned his wounds. Richie shut his eyes tight when Eddie cleaned the cuts. "Sorry. I should've warned you." Richie let out a semi forced laugh. "Yeah, it hurts like a bitch."

Eddie's heart was pounding. He was so close to Richie, and fuck, did he look mighty fuckin fine. He decided to distract himself. "What happened?" Richie broke the eye contact and looked away. He sighed deeply. "My dad got blackout drunk again, and shit just got out of hand. I don't even remember that well. It all happened so fast. But I'm alright." Richie said, doing a little fake smile. Poor lil Eddie's heart just fucking broke.

"Hey, you don't have to pretend to be fine," He said while lifting Richie's face to meet his own. "I get it. That fucking sucks. I don't want you to feel that way, and I don't want you to feel like you need to lie to me."

Richie kisses his forehead. "Thanks Edward Spaghettward." Eddie crosses his arms, and tried to look all irritated to hide the fact that he was blushing. "That's not my name, Trashmouth." Richie just smiled in response. He squished Eddie's cheeks and said "Cute, cute, cute!" Eddie did little angry eyebrows and Richie just smiled even wider. This kid's gonna be the fuckin death of me. He's just so adorable I wanna squish his face all day <3 <3 <3 Richie thought.

Eddie moved over to his closet and pulled out the biggest sweatshirt he had, because anything else wouldn't fit Richie. He grabbed Richie a pair of basketball shorts he left at his house previously. "Thanks, Eds." He hopped off the desk and tossed the towel in the hamper. He pulled his shirt off and put on the sweatshirt. Same with the shorts. Eddie stared at him the whole time, but not in the creepy way, more like the 😍 I think I'm in love 😍 kind of way.

"Is it cool if I stay here tonight? I don't think I could survive round two with my dad." Eddie expected him to stay, and of course he's not gonna deny a chance to spend time with him. "Yeah, my moms gone for the weekend, so it won't matter."