soulmates~reddie

chapter eight

'Seriously, you look fucking hot in my clothes.'

"Rich, I-" Eddie started but was quickly cut off by Maggie walking around the corner.

"Hey Eddie. Didn't know that you stayed over?" she questioningly said. "He came over because I needed to help him with his math and we accidently fell asleep, but we really need to leave for school now." Richie said while pecking his mothers cheek."Okay, bye boys!" Maggie chirped at the two.

Richie opened the door and right before he closed it, he stuck his head through the opening, "Oh..and mom, Eddie accidently knocked over a glass in my bathroom but we didn't have the time to clean it up. Could you please please please do it for me?" he asked with puppy dog eyes. "Rich, you can do that yourself when you come back from school." she said back. "But what if I forgot it when I come back and I cut myself? We wouldn't want that happening, now would we?" he questioned back. Maggie sighed, "Okay fine. Now hurry your asses to school." she jokingly said at the boy in front of her. "Okay bye mom, love you!" he yelled before closing the door. "Love you too." Maggie answered.

Richie and Eddie where now walking next to eachother to school. Even though it was snowing, Eddie felt incredibly warm inside. The way Richie whispered in his ear, how close they were..Maybe he didn't mishear Richie yesterday..maybe Richie really loves him. He was quickly shaken out of his thoughts when Richie started talking to him.

"You're face is probably on one of those missing posters by now, how are you not worried about your mom?" the curly haired one asked Eddie. "She needs to relax. I sent her a text before we went to sleep and I told her I was staying over at someone's. I'll be leaving for college next year so what is she gonna do then? Drive to wherever the fuck I'm going to make sure I'm taking my pills? Or hold my hand when I walk to my classes? She will need to let me go at one point, so she needs to stop controlling me. Nothing happened to me, I'm fine, she should trust me. So you should stop worrying you pretty little head about it, okay?" Eddie ranted.

Richie was quiet for a moment, he didn't know how to react, so he went with the obvious choice, "So Eds, ya think I'm pretty? I'm very flattered, sir." he said in one of his voices, making Eddie giggle.

"Shut up dude, I did not." he snapped back while laughing, a shade of red creeping up. "Yeah, ya did. You said I needed to stop worrying my pretty little head about it. So you said I'm pretty." Richie shot back, also laughing.

"Oh well, I didn't mean it that way.." the smaller one said. He had stopped laughing and was now blushing really hard. They both got quiet. They just walked side by side, the snow crunching beneat Richie's beat up Converse and Eddie's pink Vans.

After a little while Eddie felt Richie's hand brush up against his. He pulled his own hand closer to his body, not wanting to touch Richie again, because it was probably an accident. He then felt Richie's hand again. He looked at Richie who was staring intensely at Eddie and their hands. Eddie cleared his throath and stuffed his hand inside of the pocket from his jacket and averted his eyes back to the side walk. He couldn't do this. Not now, not ever.

Richie felt hurt. Eddie kissed him this morning but he wont hold his hand? Okay, Eddie kissed him because he was having an asthma attack, but still..Richie wanted to hold Eddie's hand so bad. To hold Eddie's hand when they walked down the street, at school, in the store. He wants Eddie, but he can't have Eddie. Because Eddie belongs to someone else. He kicked a pebble in front of him and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

They where almost at school when Eddie spoke up, "Rich, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression when I kissed you this morning, but I just can't-" he started, but Richie cut him off, "It's fine Eds, really. Don't worry your pretty little head about it." Richie said his last sentence with a mocking tone, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Idiot." Eddie mumbled under his breath while he timidly smiled at Richie.

"What was that Eddie? A love declaration? For me? Because some birdy told me that when you get called an idiot, you are a lucky guy. So guess I'm a lucky guy, right?" he said while playfully poking Eddie's side. "Jeez Richie! I don't have fucking feelings for you okay?! So stop saying stupid things like that!" Eddie snapped at the ravenette. He didn't mean it, but he couldn't take Richie's teasing anymore.

The spectacled one stopped walking, which made Eddie stop to, "Rich, I didn't mean to be so rude, I'm sorry. But we really got to hurry if we want to make it in time." the brunette said with a pleading voice. "You can go without me, you know the way. I need to set my mind off things." Richie answered while pulling out a pack of cigarettes and starting to turn around.

"Richie, c'mon-" Eddie said while trying to grabs Richie's wrist, but he turned around forcefully, "Eddie, don't follow me. Just go to school." he said while putting a cigarette between his lips and bringing the lighter close to his face while turning back around to, yet again, walk away from Eddie. His eyes were dark and Eddie didn't like the way Richie made him feel right now. Normally Richie would calm him down but now, he was...scared almost, of the boy in front of him. "Are you still smoking those cancer-sticks?" Eddie said. He panicked because he didn't want Richie to go away and leave him there but he didn't know how, so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

Richie turned back around and raised his voice a bit when he spoke, his eyes even darker then before, "Go. To. Fucking. School." Eddie seemed to hesitate but took a step back. He wanted to turn around but Richie spoke up again, "And yes I'm still smoking these cancer-sticks, because they make me feel free for a moment. They set my mind off of everything and I just don't...feel for a moment." And with that he turned around, walking away. Leaving the smal brunette out on the sidewalk in the snow.