you look cute in red

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EDDIE POV
i watch as he plays around with his hair.
God he's so cute
holy shit did i just call richie tozier cute?
no i didn't i'm just being stupid
but what if i'm not?
eddie YOUR GAY!
these thoughts flood my mind. i already knew i was gay but i didn't like to think of it. everyone in Derry is insanley homophobic, especially my mom.
"eddie? you good?" richie snaps his fingers in front of my face. i flinch and nod.
"we should get going, i was thinking you guys could come to my place for a sleepover? sound like a plan?" i swim to the rock and pull myself up. everyone follows.
"h-hell yeah!" bill stutters.
"sure i'm down" stan says. bev, ben and mike nods.
"for sureeee! party at casa Kaspbrak!" richie yells, throwing his shirt over his head. i loved his outfits. he could pull off anything to be honest with you.
"wait- isn't your mom gonna be home? will she let us stay the night? all of us? especially richie?" stan asks, getting on his bike.
"she went out for 2 weeks. she said she needed 'a break' from 'working so hard'" i roll my eyes.
"working hard my ass! she sits on hers all day!" richie says as he pedals down the street.
"t-true" bill agrees.
we arrive at my house and throw our bikes down on the ground, rushing in my house.
"anyone want anything to drink?" i ask running to the kitchen.
"nope we're all good, thanks though!" stanley says from the other room.
"hey rich, can you come here for a second" i yell, nervously.
"on my way over there mr. spaghetti man" i rolled my eyes.
"what do ya need?" he plays with my hair, messing it up. i also his arm away.
"come help me grab something from my room for a second-" i shorten my response, swallowing hard. he nods and we proceed to my room. he sits on my bed as i pretend to try and find something.
"okay dipshit what's up? i can tell your faking. what do you need to tell me?" i turn to look at richie. he's not stupid, and he knows my ways. after all, we've been best friends since kindergarten.
"ugh fine" i sit down next to him on the edge of the bed. he gives me a worried look. i hate it when he's scared or nervous or worried.
i sit there for a while, fidgeting with my hands.
"are you gonna tell me or are we just gonna sit here for 10 fucking hours?" he moves a bit and i fix my glance to be on him.
"richie can i ask you something?"
"anything" he stares up at my ceiling, bored of my antics. i could tell he was angry at me, because i'd stalled him for no reason, so he wasn't looking at me.
"never mind" i let out a huge sigh. richie gets up and heads for the door.
"if your not gonna tell me then ig i'll just leave" richie was angry now. i jumped out of my bed and met with him face to face.
"don't leave i still need to tell u something"
"then what is it? we're wasting our precious sleepover time eds!" he tried to smile at me but he was too angry. i hated it when i made him angry.
"richie i'm g-" i was interrupted by a pair of lips on mine. richie pulled away and stared me in the eyes.
"i'm sorry i just-" this time, richie was the one being interrupted by a pair of lips on his. my lips. he grabbed my neck and pulled me closer. i wrapped my legs around the taller boy and he sat me on the top of my drawers. we fell into the kiss. it was perfect. everything right then and there was so so perfect.