(Richie's POV)
It was 6:55. I woke up early because I forgot to turn of my alarm clock last night. I looked over at Eddie who was sleeping on the ground.
'What a dumbass', I thought.
"Eddie?", I said.
No response.
"Eddie?", I said a bit louder.
No response.
"Eddie!", I said even louder.
No response.
I grabbed the closest pillow that I could find and threw it at him.
He still didn't wake up.
'Well, this is gonna be fun every morning.', I thought to myself.
I went downstairs and filled up a glass of water then I ran back upstairs ,and dumped the water on his head.
He finally woke up.
"What the fuck. Why did you do that?", Eddie asked.
"You weren't waking up.", I answered.
He told me about his plan or something like that. I didn't really get what he was talking about ,but I still listened to him anyways.
When we got back to my house we decided that we would go waste our money on random shit at the grocery store.
When we got to the store, I pulled out 45 dollars from my pocket. Eddie pulled out 10.
"How do you have so much?", Eddie asked.
"People on the bus are pretty dumb when it comes to money.", I said.
Eddie looked at me like I was the smartest person ever.
We bought a lot of food and candy. When decided that we shouldn't spend all of our money because then we could go to the diner after.
When we paid for our stuff, we had 35 dollars left....Which was just enough.
"Does......your mom know you're gone for a long time?", I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well.....I don't know. I'm think when she does find out she's gonna blame me.", I said.
"She won't find out, Rich.", Eddie said sharply.
"Maybe we shouldn't go to the diner....", I said.
"Why not?", Eddie asked.
"Because, I- I don't know. Just not today. Let's go back home.", I said.
"Okay?", Eddie said confused.
(Eddie's POV)
On our walk home back to Richie's house, I felt so bad for him.
'I could tell something was wrong. Richie never tells me anything. I know he's sad a lot ,but he never tells anyone. I wish he would tell me, so I could help him.', I thought.
I looked over at Richie. There was something wrong.
"Richie, what's wrong?", I said worried.
"Nothing.", He said.
"No, some thing is wrong.", I said.
"No, nothing is wrong. Worry about yourself, Eds.", Richie said.
"No. I'm done. I tell you everything. You never tell me anything. I want to help you ,but you don't want help. I'm tired of it.", I said.
(Richie's POV)
Eddie just yelled at me. I want to tell him so bad ,but I can't.
"I'm just scared......I guess", I said.
"Why?", Eddie said.
"I don't know.", I said lying.
"What are you scared of?", Eddie asked.
"I can't.....tell you."
Then he started yelling at me again. Great.
Eddie has never yelled at me.....until today.
"Eddie, stop it! Stop yelling at me! I don't have to tell you my whole life story!", I yelled back at him.
"The problem is.....you never tell me anything.", Eddie said.
"Let's talk about this....later....", I said.
"Fine."
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(Eddie's POV)
I felt really bad for Richie. I felt bad for yelling at him. He didn't deserve it. He's right, he doesn't need to tell my anything, but isn't that what friends are for? To tell them things?
I don't know. I should probably just leave him alone and-....That's not the right thing to do. He needs to talk. I'm going to help him. I mean, he is letting me literally live with him so I should stop being such an ass.
When we got back to his house, it was 5:45 pm. We ate dinner in Richie's room. Well, I did. Richie said he wasn't hungry.
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