[COMPLETED]
"Some friendships are so important, you'd do anything to make them last. That's why Richie and I created a pact, but it came with rules. You may be asking what these rules are. well hold on i'll get there."
based off of 'Naomi and Ely's...
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for him. Troye Sivan
You don't have to say I love you to say I love you Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money All I need is you All I need is you, you
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I stumble down the long hallway, passing room by room until I stop in front of room 364.
I breathe in. I know I have to go in, but I'm nervous. What if my roommate is a douche? Or if he's really messy? What if he's just plain fucking creepy? I slowly turn the nob. I breathe out.
Once I step foot into my new dorm room, I get a whiff of lavender. I smile sadly from the memories of this smell.
I sat on his bed, groaning as I throw myself back. He doesn't pay any mind, as he keeps talking about the passion he loves most. Yeah, I'm a little annoyed, but I love to hear my friends talk about the things they love. It's beautiful how he puts it. Like everything in the world just pieces together through his voice.
"Eddie. Are you even listening to me?", he cries, slapping my knee. "Hmm? Oh yeah I was."
I see him cross his arms, leaning back into his desk chair. He hums, looking at me stern, "Then what was I talking about?", my shoulders drop, slouching over while his posture stays upright. He's always been prim and proper, it's probably from his dad being a bitch to him.
"Oh... you were talking about something with your birds. I don't know the names, so don't ask me.", I laugh nervously. His facial expression dropping into concern.
"Okay, what's up?", he asks, rolling his chair over to the bed. He puts both hands on each knee, giving them a squeeze, it makes me feel... alright.
"I don't know Stan. I just...", i pause, smiling to myself as I think of the beautiful boy i've grown up with. "it's about a Richie isn't it?"
He always knew what I was thinking, that's why he was my best friend. Well, other than Richie of course. I was the closest to him out of Mike, Ben, Bill, and Bev.
I look at him with much despair, and nods my head slightly. He sighs, getting up and pulling me to his chest. "He's stupid okay? He will come to his senses one day, i promise. He would be lucky to have a boyfriend like you."
I snuggle into him more, the scent of lavender filling up my nose as I slowly drift to sleep in the warmth of his arms. "Thank you Stan. For everything."
I feel him smile on my head, kissing it. "Your welcome."
That was the last time I ever hung out with him. I'm sure he knew, but didn't want to tell me. He was moving, just as Bill, Ben, and Mike did. Our group slowly came apart when someone would leave, until it was left with just Bill, Bev, Richie and I.
I take another deep breath, pushing the door open with my back as i pull my heavy suitcases into the room. I hear someone, but I'm to afraid to look. I groan, as the suitcase gets stuck in the door. Just my luck. I think.
"Hey, let me help you with that.", I hear a boy, with a fairly high pitched voice say. I mumble out a thank you, as I hear him walk up behind me grabbing the suit case. All I see is curly, noodle hair to know exactly who it is.
"Stan.", I whisper, tackling him in a hug. "Woah, what the hell?", I hear him say, but I continue to hug him. It takes him a minute to see who has tackled him in a bear hug. "Eddie?!", he says in surprise, pulling me out of the hug.
"Oh my god.. I missed you so much!", he yells pulling me back into the hug, squeezing me so hard I feel like I can barely breathe. "I missed you too." but then all the angry feelings came back.
When he left out of no where, I broke down. Richie was there for me through it all. I've never been so mad at Stan than I was then. He left me without even a goodbye. I push him out of the hug, punching his chest.
He looks taken aback as I start to yell him, "Why did you leave me? You didn't even say goodbye, to me or anyone Stan. You know how heartbroken I was to hear that my bestfriend moved away without a word?", I continue to push him, punching him lightly as tears flow out of my eyes. He grabs my wrists, trying to make me stop hitting him. "I was completely, and utterly heartbroken. I didn't talk to anyone, not even Richie for a week. Because you couldn't say a single goodbye to me. You know how shitty that is Stan? You- you god-." My cry's turn into full on sobs, as stan pulls me into his chest, shushing me.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Ed. I couldn't... say goodbye. Because if I did, i wouldn't want to leave you. I had to get away from my dad, he was slowly killing me inside, and i couldn't deal with it.", He rocks me side to side, still holding me in a comforting hug. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. i'm sorry.", he apologizes repeatedly.
"It's okay. i'm sorry for going off on you, i shouldn't have done that.", i look up at him, he rubs the pad of his thumbs on my cheeks. "You had to let it out, it's okay."
After we talked for a few hours, I decided to start putting my clothes, and pictures up. I unpack my luggage, grabbing pictures of the losers and me and Richie. I smile and I tape each one up on my walls.
I pull a picture out. It was of me and Richie. It was the day we went ice skating, he had sneakily taken out his phone snapping a picture of us kissing. My face was red, as I smiled through the kiss, and so was he. I laugh breathlessly, taping it up on my wall by the top of my bed.
"Did he finally figure his shit out?", I hear Stan say from his bed. I look at him, to see he was looking at the picture I had just taped. I laugh, "Yeah, I think we both did.", he hummed back, smiling.
I pick out another picture, one of just Richie. I had taken it when he decided it would be good to stick his cigarettes up his nose. His eyes were cross eyed, smiling goofily. I laugh breathlessly, not noticing the tears that made their way down my cheeks.
"I miss him already Stan. I know it's stupid, but he's always been at my side. I've never been this far away from him.", Stan notices i'm crying, making his way to my side. He grabs my shoulders, pulling me into a hug after he dries my eyes. "It's not stupid, not at all. It's called love honey. You will see him soon, I promise.", I nod.
Oh, and I'm afraid that's just the way the world works, but I think that it could work for you and me. Just wait and see
"Yeah. Your right.", I smile, still hugging Stan as if i'm going to loose him too.
