Kisses | Reddie

fortyeight ☆ contacts

by: ReddieHenclairCreek on wattpad

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"You don't get it, Bev! He's gorgeous now! Did you see how blue his eyes are?! I lost my chance. People are going to be all over him; they'll see how attractive his is, and everyone will suddenly want to date him," Eddie whined, flopping onto Bev's bed. "My life is over..."

"Eddie... relax, please. He's still Richie. He's not going to instantly change because he got contacts."

"You don't get it!" Eddie sat up, shaking his head. "You didn't see how everyone was looking at him when we were walking down the hall. Even Greta noticed him... Greta!" Eddie frowned, remembering how she had looked at Richie; like she was noticing him for the first time. Eddie had noticed him years ago! She had no right to notice him now that he had contacts.

"But who was Richie looking at?" Bev asked.

"Me..." Eddie admitted. "But that's because I was telling him about the trains I saw over the weekend." He had started to watch the trains when he needed a break from his mom; much like Stan's bird book, he wrote down the different types he saw. "But he always asks about them."

"Eddie, listen... I say this with love- no one likes hearing about your trains in great detail. Richie asks because he likes you, not the trains."

He shook his head. He'd rambled the whole time he and Richie had talked, worried that if he stopped talking, he would say something stupid about how good Richie looked. Why would Richie like him when he could have anyone now?

When Richie had shown up at Eddie's house that morning to drive him to school, he dropped his backpack - right on his foot. Once Eddie recovered, he had to stop himself from staring at his friend. Richie hadn't told anyone that he was getting contacts. He'd just shown up, looking stunning; his bright eyes no longer hidden under thick frames. Eddie had instantly had a panic attack. It had taken him several minutes to remember how to breathe. Richie had rushed to him, grabbing his shoulders, and that hadn't helped. It meant he'd been staring into those stupid blue eyes.

Eddie swallowed, realizing that Bev was waiting for him to say something. "Really?" he squeaked, not quite daring to believe her.

"Eddie, you dumbass," Bev said, sitting next to him on the bed. "Yes really! Richie totally likes you. Now, what are we going to do about it?"

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"You don't get it, Stan! I can see him now - all 5'6 of his gorgeousness is being beamed directly into my head!" Richie cried, dramatically falling onto Stan's bed. "I never had a chance with him. How has he not been swept off his feet already?! He's a pocket-sized Greek god, especially with those thighs... fuck!" He threw a hand over his head. "My life is over... there's no way he won't find out how I feel now."

Stan watched his antics, arms crossed. "Richie, shut up. It's Eddie; he's used to you being all over him. Nothing's changed."

"Everything's changed!" Richie jumped up, shaking Stan's shoulders. "Don't you get it?! I couldn't stop staring at him this morning. He was rambling about his trains and I was staring at his perfect pores, like some lecher. I can't do this! I'm going back to glasses."

"Don't you dare," Stan said, pointing a finger at him. "I did not spend an hour on the phone listening to you freak out about touching your eyes for you to go back to glasses right away."

"But Stannn," he whined. "Even this morning, he was having a panic attack, and all I could think about was smashing my lips to his until I sucked the anxiety out!"
He thought back to this morning, to Eddie dropping his bag and starting to hyperventilate. He had no idea what caused the attack, but he had moved closer immediately, grabbing Eddie and trying to help. Of course, that meant he was closer to those perfect lips and big brown eyes.

Every part of Eddie was distracting; the only reason he hadn't seen it before was because of his constantly scratched glasses. "I don't know what I'm going to do!"

Stan rolled his eyes, staring at Richie. "Richie, you dumbass. Eddie likes you too!" He stepped back out of Richie's grip and looked at him straight on. "Now, what are we going to do about it?"