Reddie Smut | I'll Be Loving You (Forever)

seven - wildest dreams

Song: Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift
Word count: 10,116
A/n: the first part is in fifteen year old richie's point of view, and the second part is in twenty-six year old eddie's point of view

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July 5th, 1991

Tell him, Richie.

"Eds?"

Eddie's eyes moved from the stars above them to Richie's eyes, "Yeah?"

He looked beautiful in the moonlight, beneath the stars. His face was lit up and his eyes twinkled. Richie could feel himself falling just a little more.

"I—um..."

Just tell him, Richie.

Eddie only watched him with a soft expression, silently telling him that it was okay to say whatever he had to say.

They did this often, snuck out late at night after their parents went to sleep to go down to the Barrens and stargaze, or they went to a convenience store and bought whatever snacks they could afford with Richie's money he got for his chores. Richie loved to watch Eddie smile as they found the constellations and even made some of their own up, laying in the grass without a care in the world.

Richie sat up and Eddie soon followed, still waiting patiently for Richie to answer. Richie found himself grabbing for the dog tags around his neck that Eddie got him for his fifteenth birthday, five months ago. They were from Eddie, so they gave him a little comfort. He found himself wondering how much money he'd have to save up to buy Eddie something for his sixteenth birthday this November. It'd have to be something special, because Eddie was the most special person in his life and last year Richie only gave him a small pocket knife with initials that Richie engraved himself, E. K., and a few dollars to go along with it. He'd have to outdo himself this year, and—

"Richie?" Eddie asked, shaking Richie a bit to get his attention. "Are you feeling okay?"

No, the love of my life is sitting in front of me and I don't have the balls to tell him how much I love him.

"Yeah. Yeah, i'm fine, Eds. Don't worry about me." Richie said, and Eddie nodded cautiously, seeming like he really didn't believe Richie. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the 7-Eleven, I have enough to get us both slurpees."

"Uh-huh, I have some money this time. I can pay for snacks."

Eddie stood up and offered Richie his hand, "What's a fine young man like you offering a helping hand to a girl like me?" Richie said in his best southern belle voice, taking Eddie's hand and giggling a bit when Eddie smacked him on the shoulder.

Richie pussied out, again. It was becoming a monthly thing for him, sort of like Bev's thing... that she has...

Richie shivered a bit to himself, he didn't want to think about Bev bleeding between her legs every month, he barely even cared to learn about that stuff.

The bigger picture was that he didn't have the balls to tell Eddie how he felt. He didn't think he ever would.

Watching Eddie as they walked to the 7-Eleven reminded him why he was so in love with Eddie, and why he was so terrified to tell Eddie that he liked him. He didn't want to lose nights like these, nights where they skipped down the pavement and laughed because no one was up to tell them to be quiet. There was no curfew after the summer of '89 and it was only around 10pm so there was no problem with going to the 7-Eleven like they usually did.