Eddie, my love- Hey
Rich😒❤️- hi, love!!!!!❤️❤️❤️
Eddie, my love- Did you get anymore sleep last night?
Rich😒❤️- Nah. You?
Eddie, my love- not really. Are you feeling any better?
Rich😒❤️- a little. Are you ok?
Eddie, my love- No, not really. I don't like having to hide from your dad, is all.
Rich😒❤️- I know but it'll all make sense one day. I promise.
Eddie, my love- ok...
Rich😒❤️- hey, it'll be ok. Alright? I love you and that's all that matters.
Eddie, my love- Yeah. I love you too.
Eddie put his phone down and looked over to his bookshelf, trying to get his mind off of Richie. It didn't work. He looked through the books: Dear Evan Hansen (Richie has given him that one), Carrie (Richie has given him that one), The Shining (Richie has given him that one), Holding Up The Universe (Richie has given him that one), The Notebook (Richie has given him that one). "WHY DO I NOT BUY MY OWN BOOKS!?!?!" Eddie yelled to no one. He looked at the shelf and grabbed the first thing that caught his eye, Dear Evan Hansen. Oh well, no one deserves to be forgotten, especially when they're a great book that's attacked to a Tony winning musical. Might as well read.
Richie sat on the edge of his bed, glancing from his phone and then to the bag in the corner and then to the floor. He was thinking, mostly of Eddie, but also of, well, more Eddie. His Eddie had wanted to be with him, he chose him. "So why are you so unhappy?" He whispered to himself. "Why can't you just be grateful?!" He felt tears boil up in his eyes, oh well, might as well let them fall. No one cares. Let it out.
He thought about having to leave, hopefully he wouldn't, but he needed a plan either way. "Why did you let Eddie kiss you? You're going to crush him, you idiot!" Richie kept asking himself this question. He ruined Eddie's chances of being happy, of loving, of trusting. That is if he has to leave, because he wouldn't be able to face him, he would just have to leave. Not ever telling anyone where he was going, just leave.
He smiled to himself thinking of how happy Eddie looked when they had been together over the last three days, wow, only three days. He had felt happy with Eddie in these days, too. But he didn't matter anymore. He only cared for Eddie.
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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)
