❤ Lover Boy ❤[Reddie]

Chapter 12

Eddie's POV

We kept swaying until he broke the silence.

"So Spaghetti, you know what I said earlier? About, you know..."

"Yeah." I avoided making eye contact, making the situation way more awkward than it already was.

"Well, um- uh..." He trailed off. Obviously, there's something going on in his mind.

I looked him in the eyes, to see if he was serious or joking. He wasn't joking.

He began to inch closer to me, and I did the same until the tip of our noses touched. Our lips were 2 centimeters apart. Whatever was going to happen was interrupted, when Beverly busted the door open while kissing her girlfriend, making us jump away from each other. When the noticed we were here, they stopped kissing.

"Sorry, we didn't know anybody else was in here." Andy, Beverly's girlfriend, replied blushing as Beverly looked at her.

"I could say the same thing to you, Andy." Richie laughed nervously.

"Well, we're gonna go- wait. Why are you too out here alone?"

"Uh- it was too loud in there, plus Richie was covered in the punch."

"Why?"

"It's a long story."

"Well, you can tell me when we get in the car because we are about to leave anyway."

"Okay."

I walked in front of Richie, avoiding anyway of talking to him. Not after what happened, or what almost happened, in the hallway. Shit. I have to sit on his lap in the car! I'll make it work. 'Mission: Avoid the Trashmouth' is a go.

We get in the car, once again, Stan sitting on Bill, Ben on Mike, and, you guessed it. Me on Richie Fucking Tozier.

"Ed's" He whispered, making shivers go down my spine.

"Hey Beverly, now that we're in the car, can I tell you what happened with the Richie vs. punch incident?"

"Sure, Eddie."

I proceeded to tell her and the rest of the losers what happened, while Richie gave me a confused look the entire time, making me nervous.

"Thank God Richie was there. If he didn't do anything, he would've been the guy that was next to the boy covered in a punch while being laughed at."

"Yeah, thanks, Rich," I said looking at Richie. That was the first time I talked to him since the thing in the hallway.

"No problem, Ed's." He faked smiled, making my smirk fade away.

I looked back at Beverly, who is starting to put her hand on Andy's thigh.

"UhUh! None of that in MY CHRISTIAN SERVER!" Stan yelled, Bill, laughing his ass off.

Beverly took the hand she was grabbing Andy's thigh with and flipped him off.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Save room for Jesus."

The whole group laughed until Beverly started to put up the volume on the radio.

"Guys it's our song!" She screamed.

Lovesong by Sara Bareilles started playing, so we knew what we had to do. Even though every time the line breathing gets harder, even I know that plays, everyone looks at me. Like I know I have asthma don't need to rub it in.

"IM NOT GONNA WRITE YOU A LOVE SONG! CAUSE YOU ASKED FOR IT, CAUSE YOU NEED ONE! YOU SEE! I'm NOT GONNA WRITE YOU A LOVE SONG! CAUSE YOU TELL ME ITS MAKE OR BREAKING THIS IF YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY! I'm NOT GONNA WRITE YOU TO STAAAAAAY! IF ALL YOU HAVE IS LEAVING I'MA NEED A BETTER REASON TO WRITE YOU, A LOVE SONG TODAY!" We sang at the top of our lungs.

I could tell Richie was still staring at me because I saw him through my peripheral vision. I just want to kiss him like we almost did.

Beverly dropped the rest off the losers, us being the last two remainings.

"Okay bye bitches. Bye Asshole."

"Bye Whore."

"Bye Wheezy."

"Bye Beverly."

We got out of the car, so I began to walk home when he stopped me.
Why do most of my writing have people stopping people?

Richie's POV

I grabbed Eddie's wrist and turned him around.

"Listen, what happened in the hallway-"

"I was just about to talk to you about that."

I started to panic when he said that, so I blurted out the dumbest thing I could ever say.

"Lets forgot about it. Like it never even happened."

What the fuck Richard? Did I just use my full first name in my own thoughts? THAT'S NOT THE POINT!

He looked at me blankly. Then, he nodded. "You read my mind."

"Cool. See you 'round." I walked on my porch, into my house. The first thing I did was look through my window to see Eddie running down the street.