The friends talked and laughed before the waitress appeared. Eddie never liked to talk to people he didn't know. He wasn't very good at it, either. Richie looked over at him while Bill was finishing up his order and saw him there, sweating and shaking. Eddie's hand moved rapidly on his knee, creating heat there. Stan was ordering now. Eddie continued to look down and rub his knee until he felt another hand moving over his, holding it and rubbing comforting circles in the back of it. Richie. Eddie looked up and smiled. Richie loved him. Yeah, he did.
Eddie saw the waitress moving closer to him and glanced back to Richie, their fingers intertwined now, and back at the menu to make sure he had his order correct. "What are you getting?" Richie asked secretively. "Just some French fries" "Cool!"
The waitress came to Richie. "What can I get for you sweetie?" She said excitedly. "Two orders of French fries, thank you ma'am!" Richie said smiling at Eddie.
Eddie looked at him and smiled, knowing he had just saved him from having to order. "You're the best, Rich." Eddie whispered. (the only way to describe how Eddie felt is: 😘🥰😍💞❣️🧡🤎❣️❤️💖💝💝💜❤️🧡🖤💛🤍💚🤎💙💔)
The club continued to talk and, of course, the "lovebirds", as Stan will later call them, continued to hold hands. Their food came and they ate. "So, what did you guys do yesterday? Since you didn't show up to the party last night, we didn't know if you were ok." Beverly asked. Oh shoot! Bill's party!! NO. "Um.. um... we were- ah- we.." Eddie stuttered. "We were at the quarry. " Richie finished. "Oh, um, ok?" The group went back to their separate conversations and soon forgot about the exchange. Stan, once again, took note.
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The summer you were mine
FanfictionIt's been three years since they defeated IT. Richie and Eddie have gotten closer since then. They both wonder just how close. Are they tired of waiting to find out? Is it too late? (Any art used is not mine. Full credit to the artist)
