you look cute in red

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EDDIES POV
as we drove along the slick, cement roads all i could think about was what i had said to richie. his words circled in my head.
eds i...
eds i...
eds i...
eds i...
eds i...
eds i...
i stared at his closed eyes as he lie there, unconscious on the seat. dried tears stained his rosy cheeks.
we pulled into the hospital, pulling richies unconscious body out of the car. a doctor stood outside of the hospital, staring out into the parking lot.
"help! help! please!" we all screamed at the doctor for help. he eyed us before running inside and grabbing a stretcher and a couple of doctors. richie was placed gently on the bed and they wheeled him down the emergency section. i could feel hot years streaming down my face.
"your gonna have to wait in the waiting room" the doctor pointed to a room full of chairs. we all nodded and walked to the room, sitting next to one another. i sat next to bill, who was almost as upset as i was. at this point, i was on the verge of hysterically crying.
"he's gonna he f-fine eddie" bill managed to say. i looked up at him, tearie eyed, and gave him a light smile before putting my head back in my hands.
we spent hours on end in the hospital. we called richies parents but they said they didn't want to have to pay the bill for medical care so they weren't coming. we were all richie had.
"he's conscious" i heard a doctor say. i lifted my head to see a man in an all white lab coat standing in front of us. we all stood up and walked slowly to the room richie was in. he was sitting up, and fake flirting with the nurse.
"i need to put the IV in you hold still" she said, playing around with richies arm as he continuously moved it up and down to annoy her.
"i have something i can't put in you-"
"beep beep richie" beverly laughed and leaned on the frame of the door.
"hey guys! your here! you didn't have to come, nurse liv over here a taking great care of me isn't that right?" he looked over at her, who was rolling her eyes at him.
"no actually i'm not, because someone won't stop moving!" she eyed him and he gave her a smile, "is he always like this?" she turned to all of us and we all smiled at each other, knowing our richie was back.
"yep. that's out richie" i said, walking through the door frame and sitting in the chair beside the bed. he looked at me, confused.
"which one are you?" he asked me.
"he doesn't have his glasses so he can't see." the nurse chimed in.
"eddie. by the way, where did you get your glasses in the first place? i can get you another pair" i looked at him and smiled, since he couldn't see me smiling at his beautiful features.
"i don't know some fancy ass place because i'm actually blind" he laughed a bit.
"when can he go home?" beverly asked, standing on the opposite side of richies bed.
"tonight if he really wanted to. but it's safer if he stays until tomorrow morn-" richie jumped up out of the bed, smiling. he was wobbly at first but he got his balance.
"come on hoes we're going home!" he pushed us all out of the hospital room, while still wearing the gown. we were about to make it out of the hospital when we saw him falling behind all of us.
"God damn it i can't see a fucking thing. someone guide me" he held his arm out and i immediately took it and walked him to my car.
"thank you to whoever guided me" he smiled but didn't look me directly in the eye because he couldn't see.
"your welcome, now get in the car dickhead" i playfully shoved him in and sat next to him. the ride home was a bunch of questions.
"who did it?" beverly turned around in her seat in the front to meet richies eyes.
"bowers and his gang. he shoved me to the ground and they all kicked me and shit while he cut me up: it was great i had a good time! 10/10 would recommend" he laughs and i roll my eyes at him.
"richie it's not funny, you could've died" i slap him playfully and he looks at me.
"don't worry eddie spaghetti, i'm fine now! AND remember our rule, what do we do with trauma? make jokes about it!" richies smile went from ear to ear.
"i don't ever remember making that rule" bill smirked through the rear view mirror.
"that's because i made it and you all agreed on it" richie crosses his arms over his chest and smirks.
"we're really glad your okay rich" mike messes up richies hair and smiles at him.
"awww did the losers miss their trashmouth?" richie made a pouty face and wiped a fake tear off his cheek.
"i know i did" i mumbled to myself, hoping he hadn't heard me. he looked over at me but looked back down when i looked at him.
"alright, sleepover at bills tonight, you guys in?" bev said, as bill parked in his driveway.
"hell yeah!" stan nods
"sure" ben agrees
"yeah okay" mike says
"eddie? richie?" bev turns to us.
"what? oh i'm just gonna chill tonight. i'm sure my parents are so worried about me" he bit the inside of his cheek. bev nodded and looked to me.
"i'm gonna head home too, i'm tired as hell." i say, looking down. i get out of the car and open the door to the drivers seats as everybody walks in bills house. richie gets in shotgun. we drive up the street in silence.
"hey eds?" he starts.
"yeah...." i trail off, knowing what's coming next.
"listen, yesterday, when you said you liked me-" i cut him off.
"i know i know. it was dumb, i'm sorry it's just i've liked you since 5th grade and i can't wait anymore i can't keep lying to myself, lying to you! it's not fair to either of us. so i guess we're just gonna have to live as friends, one having a crush on the other, for the rest of our lives" i sighed and avoided eye contact with him.
"friends? who said we had to be friends? who said we couldn't be more than?" he responded, kind of quietly.
"what? what are you saying?" i met his eyes. we were parked in his driveway already so it was safe.
"i'm saying that i like you. i really really like you. your cute face and your cute shirts and your stupid fanny pack. your just perfect in my eyes. i've liked you since the day i met you. that first time out hands touched when you handed me the blue crayon that henry bowers stole from me in preschool. i've always liked you eds. we should be more than friends. i've always wanted to be" he was smiling now and i was too. before i could say anything, a pair of lips met mine. i faded into the kiss. it wasn't rough, it was soft and light. i cupped my hands around his cheeks and he put his arms around my neck and pulled me closer to him. when we finally pulled apart, we just sat there, our foreheads together, eyes on each other.
"sleepover at my house" richie smirked.
"of course trashmouth" i said, getting out of the car. little did i know, that night would change my life forever.