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viii.

[SORT OF A FILLER CHAPTER]

KNOCK! Knock! Knock!

Richie bolts upright, pressing the heel of his hands into his eyes. He blinks, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness.

"Eddie bear, what did I say about this lock! Dinner's ready, get downstairs!" Sonia knocks one last time, huffing and trodding down the stairs.

It's only now that Richie notices the position he's in, Eddie's legs are intertwined with his own, one arm laying over his pelvis. He grins.

"Hey," the boy whispers, "wake up sleeping beauty, you're mom's calling you."

"What time is it?" Eddie whines, lifting his head.

"It's time to get downstairs, Spaghetti!" Richie shoves his shoulder, "go, go, go!"

The younger boy untangles himself from his friend, his cheeks reddening significantly, and pulls his slippers on.

"Don't go anywhere, Tozier. We gotta talk," He orders, fumbling with the lock before darting down to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry mommy, I fell asleep," Richie hears Eddie say in the distance.

He smiles to himself, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Richie surveys the room, it's honestly nothing like he'd expected. There's no shelf packed with medication like he thought there'd be. No box of latex gloves and hand sanitizer on his bedside table, just a lamp, and an inhaler. Not even an assortment of bandages and plasters on his desk, just a collection of comics.

He scans the room again, eyes stopping on a box of types of vinyl in the corner. The tall boy tiptoes over to it, almost tripping over a stray shoe. It takes everything in him not to curse aloud. He hunches over the box, flicking through the albums, Bon Jovi, Michael Jackson, Duran Duran, aha, Queen!

Richie pulls the disc out of its cover, running his pointer finger around the edge.

"What I wouldn't give for one of these," the boy sighs. His eyes close and he hums the tune to The Show Must Go on.

Richie feels at peace for once, that is until the door bursts open abruptly, startling him. The disc seems to fall from his grasp in slow motion, smashing against the floor and sending shards of plastic shooting through the air.

Richie looks like a deer caught in headlights, his face white and eyes wide.

Eddie stands in the doorway, hand over his mouth. He looks gobsmacked.

"Richie!" he hisses, "Get in the wardrobe!"

The taller boy scrambles across the room and into the wardrobe, he can't believe what he's done. Shit.

"Eddie, what is going on in here?!" Sonia stomps up the stairs as fast as her stubby legs can allow.

"I'm so sorry, mommy! I dropped my vinyl by accident!"

"What is wrong with you today? Let me clean it up."

"No, it's okay. I can do it," Eddie steps towards the mess.

"NO!" Sonia shrieks, "Get out, you don't want to hurt yourself."

"But-"

"NOW!"

Eddie wheezes, backing out of the room. He glances at the wardrobe briefly, where Richie's watching wearily through the gap between the doors.

-

It must have been at least an hour before Sonia successfully removed every single shard of plastic glass from the carpet.

Richie's absolutely fed up, his left leg went numb half an hour ago and his right leg has pins and needles. He thinks he's hallucinating when she finally trudges out of the room, giving her son the all-clear. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Eddie practically ran into the room, tearing open the wardrobe door.

  "What were you thinking, Rich?! I almost got my ass beat," he frowned, "and you broke my favorite vinyl."

"I'm so sorry Ed's, but cut me some slack, you scared the shit out of me! I thought you were supposed to be eating dinner!" He steps out of the closet, dusting his shoulders.

"I told my mom I'd already eaten, besides, what were you doing rifling through my stuff?"

"I just wanted to see your vinyl collection, Ed's. Look, I'll save up and buy you a new one! Signed by Freddie Mercury and everything," Richie raises three fingers, "scouts honor."

"Whatever, sure. You need to go, Rich," Eddie points to the clock hanging on his wall, "It's almost ten."

"C'mon Spaghetti, I'm really sorry," Richie's voice cracks.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, "I'm not mad or anything, but you really should be getting home. Come over before school tomorrow so I can change your bandages, okay?"

"Yeah okay," Richie gives the smaller boy a crooked smile, "thanks for everything today, sugar."

Eddie scoffs playfully, "don't call me that, dipshit. Now go," he gestures towards the window.

Richie reaches over and ruffles Eddie's hair, earning a slap across the shoulder. He's across the room and out of the window before Eddie can blink.

Wow. What a fucking day.

Authors note:
HEY GUYS IM BACK! So I haven't updated in four months after I discontinued this story but over this time it's hit 10k reads! That's crazy!
So I decided to carry on because this story means a lot to me. Feel free the vote and comment if you'd like to help me out. Love u all!!<3

ps. I've just started writing an ianowt preference book so if you're into the show then feel free to check that out!! :)