Kisses | Reddie

fortyfive ☆ 2 am

by: MattysCowboyBoots on wattpad

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The room was pitch black, not a single bit of light was near Richie's room. He looked over to his side, where a nightstand stood with a small lamp, some stacked-up comics, and a digital alarm clock; '1:34' the clock read. About 20 minutes ago, he had just entered his messy room, after a 45 minute argument with his mother. She was worried; he had been gone for a while, hanging out with the losers, until all of them one by one left, and he was the only one. He made it back home and his mother was very upset about him not telling her anything.

But now, all Richie could think about was if he had said the wrong things to his mother in the argument. Many thoughts raced through his mind, making his heartbeat go rapid. He stared at the ceiling; he felt like he was stuck in some room, and couldn't get out. Dark, scary.

Richie continued to stare, until he got to his breaking point. His breathing didn't slow, it only got faster and faster, until he noticed: 'I'm having a panic attack'.

He bit his lip as he sat up in his bed, gripping his trembling hands against the edge of his bed. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, or even just try to stop his anxiety, but it continued to get worse. He opened his eyes a couple minutes later. He closed them once again, but opened then after noticing that he was about to cry. He felt like screaming for help, but it was only his anxiety, no one could help with that.

He got up shakily, trying to doge anything on his floor as he made it out of his room. He stumbled as he went down the stairs of his silent, and dark house, and he opened the front door quietly and crept out of the house.

He was a mess; red stained cheeks, and glassy eyes from crying too hard. He tried to think of someone he could go to. 'Not Bev, her aunt is probably home,' he thought. He couldn't go to Mike's house, because he didn't know where Mike lived, to be exact. 'Can't go to Bill or Ben's house. Their parents would probably answer the door and then call my mother; alerting her that I was sneaking out,' he thought to himself. He walked on the grey, flat pavement, with his heart-rate getting faster and faster. He was getting to the point where he almost couldn't breathe, so he tried to think quicker.

'Not Stan. His parents would beat my ass before I even took a step on their front porch,' he thought. The, he thought, 'Eds, he's probably asleep though. But he could help... right?'
Richie stopped himself from thinking before he could start adding more questions and thoughts into his mind. He stumbled around, trying to find his way to Eddie's house. It was cold... he was cold. His hands were shaking and he could see his breath clouding up into the air in front of him. His breathing was very quick, and it was making it harder for him to breathe. Richie knew that Eddie's mom wasn't home, so he wouldn't have to deal with any adults.

He finally reached Eddie's house. It was a lot bigger than his own. Eddie's dad had left Sonia a fortune after he died, so Eddie was a lot richer than Richie. He stumbled onto Eddie's front porch, and knocked on the door.

Eddie heard the faint knocking, as he had just woken up from the faint and quiet noise. He rubbed his eyes; he was a bit frustrated that someone was at his door, at... 'What time is it again?' Eddie thought, as he walked out of his room and looked at the clock in his hallway. '2 am' the small clock read. He let out a breathy groan as he made his way down the stairs.

He opened the door to see a very shaken Richie. His hair was a mess, he was shivering, his hands were shaking, his face was streamed with tears, and his breathing was out of focus and quick. Eddie's face softened; he hated seeing his best friend like that.

"I-I'm sorry...," was all Richie could say, before Eddie pulled him inside and closed the door. "Richie..." he said in a soft and light tone, "what happened?"
Richie could tell from Eddie's voice that he was concerned. "Mom..." was all he could say.

Eddie stopped for a moment and then hugged Richie. Richie hugged back desperately; his breathing staying quick and heavy, but he had stopped crying.

Without saying anything, Eddie transitioned into taking his hand and leading him upstairs, where he told Richie to get on his bed and stay there. Richie obeyed politely, while Eddie turned on his closet light and went inside. He soon came back with a large over-sized sweatshirt, and gave it to Richie. Richie slipped it on, his hands still trembling, and Eddie sat beside him.

"So, if you don't mind me asking... what happened?" he asked in a soft tone. Richie told him about the argument; he talked quickly. As soon as he was done with the explanation, he was panting.

Eddie didn't know exactly what to do, but he went with his gut. He kissed Richie, softly on his lips. Richie was shocked, but kissed back as best as he could. He breathing slowed, and he went back into a normal breathing state; he was calm.

Eddie pulled back and grabbed one of Richie's hands. "It's going to be okay, I promise."