𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 // 𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠🦋

Chapter Eleven🪐

Hours passed with light conversation and laughter. Eddie had taken space away from Richie, but it didn't mean he didn't want to be clinging onto him. He would stare at him for a enough time that he'd want to be in his arms, but not enough for him to actually jump in. They had played a few games, and even had a wrestling match that Eddie refused to play. Eddie didn't realize how bad it would be to be in the same room as someone you liked, but not being able to be near them.

They all had started to lie down, their energy almost sapped out of them. Stan was getting a movie to watch, and Bill headed for popcorn, which Eddie followed to. He didn't know what Richie was doing, but it made him worried with him being alone. He had bad history from being left alone.

Bill was rambling on about a Bowers situation that he had a week before. Bill was a tough kid when he wanted to be, and definitely was braver than Eddie. Eddie would never be able to be as brave as him.

"So what about y-your Bowers incident?"

"Which one, there's a ton?"

"M-most recent one. Y-you shouldn't expect me not to know th-that wasn't Henry."

"Oh, yeah. It was nothing, it really doesn't matter." Eddie looked away from Bill. He was still terrified from that moment.

Bill came over and patted him on the shoulder. "A-always here. Remember that."

Eddie nodded, "I'm gonna go ahead and go downstairs early. But thanks Bill."

"Yeah, ch-check on Richie. H-he might have gotten a h-hold on something again."

Eddie backed away and ran down the stairs. He turned the corner and saw Richie pacing around. His head snapping up once Eddie hit the last step.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked curiously.

Richie flew up his hands, "thinking." He started walking towards Eddie, stopping with barely any distance between them.

Eddie blushed, "about what?"

Richie smiled, and pointed a finger at Eddie. Until his arms found his way around to Eddie's hips.

Eddie's mouth dried. "What about me?" Eddie followed and surrounded himself around Richie as well.

Richie's eyes sparkled, "Everything. Like how your hair falls perfectly and is never messy, or your cute little freckles that make your eyes pop, or how that hoodie looks so fucking good on you! Like honestly, I'm dying over here and you aren't even saving me! Like you always do when someone is hurt."

Eddie laughed, and buried his head into Richie's chest. His heart was having a dance inside of him.

"Or," Richie continued, "the fact you are always there for me, and that you are adorable when you're mad, and when you're happy you are one hundred times cuter."

Eddie laughed and pushed Richie away playfully, "Stop itttt, I'm not cute!"

"Wanna bet?"

"I'll win!"

"You fucking can't! It's false!"

"W-" Richie kept him from finishing by squeezing his sides gently, causing Eddie to send out a small squeal. "FUCK YOU RICHIE!"