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With the taller boy this close to him, Eddie examined his features. His beautiful brown eyes, the look on his flushed face, and the gentle curl that always seemed to fall above his left eyebrow. The dash of freckles scattering the bridge of his nose, and the slight smile he wore.

The space closed between the two boys, almost impossibly quickly. Eddie embraced the kiss, placing one hand on Richie's cheek and the other on his hip. The taller boy pulled away, staring back at Eddie with widened eyes. "Shit i'm sorry, we don't have to if-" Richie apologized, as though he didn't feel Eddie leaning back into the kiss.

"Shut up and kiss me, asshole." Eddie said, pulling him by the front of his shirt. Their lips smashed against eachother in a much more passionate manner. The kiss was drunken and wild, going by it's own rhythm. The shorter boy began deepening the kiss, running his fingers through the curly black hair of his best friend. Richie tasted like whisky, Eddie hoped he tasted like strawberry chapstick. Im fucking gay! Im gay Im gay Im gaay! The shorter boy thought as Richie's tounge entered his mouth.

Eddie pulled away, panting, and the two stood there catching their breaths. The raven haired boy looked up at him, a goofy grin on his face. "Wow. That was..." Richie sighed, exasperated. "That really was something." He grinned.

"You're a way better kisser

than your mom, Eds." was all that had to be said for the moment to be over. Eddie rolled his eyes and slumped back onto the couch, with Richie following. The raven haired boy slid a coy hand up his compainion's thigh, only to be stopped by a firm but gentle denial of consent from Eddie. "Rich, look. We're probably just drunk. And you probably wont remember this in the morning. You know you never do." Eddie said, avoiding eye contact for a second time that night.

"What are you talkin' about?" He raised an eyebrow, suddenly sitting upright. Eddie's brow furrowed and he gripped the bridge of his nose. "Dude. You really don't remember? You've already woken me up in the middle of the night two times this week. We always get drunk and then i have to walk you home. And you never fucking remember." He sharply said, his voice lowering to barely a whisper.

Richie's lips formed a line as he looked down at his feet. He cursed at himself, closing his eyes before beginning to chug the vodka again. Eddie immediately grabbed the liqour from his friends hands. "No! No more of this shit, Rich! It's hurting you!" The smaller boy scolded.
Tears welled up in the raven haired boy's eyes, and with his head in his hands, he began to sob.

"I'm sorry, Eddie, i'm sorry. Please don't be mad. It's just so fucking scary. Everything's so fucking scary. And everything's bad. It's all shit." He sobbed, his nonsensical ramblings spilling out before them, "Everything's shit, but you aren't. You're good. You're good and I..."

"I love you, Eddie."

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