soulmates~reddie

chapter twentythree

!warning! Light NSFW content

'Well...his streak faded.'

Richie's heart skipped a few beats at Stan's words. He needed to see Eddie now.

Realising he still was on the phone with Stan he blabbered some incoherent sentence about that he had got to go and quickly hung up.

While Stan was confused with Richie suddenly acting like this, the ravenette was frantically pulling on pants, almost falling face first onto his bedroom floor. He pulled a shirt over his head, quickly went into the bathroom to put his contacts in, brush his teeth and fix his hair a bit before pulling them into a bun. He then started slipping on his shoes and finally headed out the door.

Richie started running towards Eddie's house, needing to get there as soon as possible. A few blocks later Richie stood in front of the little brunette's house, trying to catch his breath. He composed himself a little and walked up to the door.

Blood was quickly pumping through his veins, his heart felt like it was going to explode, his eardrums were thrumming and his stomach felt like it was tied in a knot. Slowly he lifted up his head to press the doorbell. He could hear the little jingle from the other side of the door and waited patiently for someone to open it.

After a few moments the door was opened by a rather tiredly looking Eddie, but as soon as he saw who was in front of his house his eyes were wide open, "Richie? What are yo-" but before Eddie could bring out anything more than that he felt a pair of lips against his.

Richie had surged forward, not waiting any longer to kiss the boy he was so helplessly in love with. Eddie melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Richie's neck while he had his hands on Eddie's hips in a tight grip, "I never stopped loving you." Richie mumbled against Eddie's lips, a tear sliding down his cheek. Eddie's heart swelled up, feeling like it was going to explode, "I never stopped loving you either."

The boys pulled back, both out of breath and a few stray tears on their cheeks. They leaned their foreheads together and looked eachother deep in the eyes and Richie smiled, he smiled so brightly that he could lit up a whole city. It was pretty contagious because it made Eddie smile too. Richie pulled Eddie into his chest and burried his head in the crook of the little one's neck, inhaling his scent.

"God, I've missed you." he said when he pulled back and that's when they both noticed...between Richie's dark curls and Eddie's soft strands ran a new streak. But this one wasn't blue, like Henry's...or pink, like Connor's. No, this one was purple, a light lavender purple, and it was their color.

Eddie slapped a hand in front of his mouth, "Richie, you-", he was about to comment on Richie's new streak, oblivious to the fact that the same color ran between his brown, loose curls, but Richie reached his hand out to Eddie's hair and twirled the brunette's new streak around his finger.

He carefully grabbed Eddie's face in between his hands and looked at Eddie with love sick eyes before fluttering his eyes closed and leaning in to kiss Eddie again, this time less hurriedly and more passionate.

They walked into the house, lips still locked, and Richie softly kicked the frontdoor closed behind him. Eddie pushed him up against the door and kissed more hungrily now, soon licking Richie's bottom lip for access.

Richie allowed Eddie but as soon as their tongues ran against eachother, Richie was flipping them, now straddling Eddie against the front door. He let his hands wander down from Eddie's hips to his thighs and shortly broke the kiss so he could lift Eddie up and wrap his legs around his waist.

Eddie let out a whine when Richie started leaving kisses down his neck and collarbone, lightly sucking on the skin there. "Maybe- maybe we should move this to the bedroom.." Eddie proposed between quiet whines and Richie stopped his movements, "Isn't your mom home?" to which Eddie quickly shook his head.

Richie put the boy down and they both started stumbling their way to the bedroom, Richie's shirt coming off on the way. They arrived in Eddie's room and Eddie went to go lay on the bed but Richie had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Eddie's room.

All of his stuff from the shelves were gone, there were boxes on the floor, clothes were laying folded on his desk...

"Eddie...Are you moving?" Richie asked hesitatingly.

"Oh, don't mind the mess..I'm packing for college." Eddie answered back.

Right..college.

That's why The Losers had planned so many things this summer..they were all parting ways after this. It had totally slipped Richie's mind because of his whirlwind of a summer.

Richie had delayed packing for college so much that he even forgot that he still needed to do that. He was going to miss his little one bedroom appartment though, but moving out of it and into a two bedroom dorm wouldn't be that much of a difference, right?

But there was something he was going to miss much more than his appartment...more likely a someone.

And that someone was sitting in front of him, on the bed, asking if he was okay.

No, he couldn't lose Eddie.

Just when he finally got him, the boy was slipping through his fingers again.

And it's not like their college's were going to be close either.

While Eddie was going to be spending his time in New York, at NYU, Richie was going to be spending his time in California, attending at UCLA. They would be on the opposite sides of the country...

Richie suddenly started to feel unwell, he felt the blood drain from his face and his knees started to feel wobbly, his stomach started turning and his ears started ringing. It was a bad version of how he felt right before Eddie had opened the door...a really bad version.

He tried steadying himself onto the doorframe but the last thing Richie heard was Eddie asking if he was okay and the boy standing up to walk over to him before everything went black.

"Richie!"