5555 reddie (Completed)

Part 10

"I'll go ask," Richie replies, dragging himself out of bed. Stretching briefly, Richie goes into the bathroom and tugs on his jeans from the previous day, grinning up at Eddie as he does. "I'll be back in a flash, my dear."

"Not your dear!" Eddie calls as Richie leaves their room. He walks down to the office and grins at the woman behind the desk. It's Judith.

"Morning," Richie says. "Do you have any extra toothbrushes? I need two." Judith gives him a blank look before sighing and rummaging through a box under the desk. She hands them to him without a word. "Thanks a bunch. Appreciate it. Have a nice day." Heading back to his motel room, he knocks on it and Eddie opens up, looking sleepy as ever. "You're cute as a button, even so early in the morning," Richie says, ruffling Eddie's hair as Eddie gives him a pointed look. The door shuts behind Richie and he goes into the bathroom with the two toothbrushes. He hands one to Eddie and Eddie takes it, quickly getting to work at disposing of his morning breath. Richie does the same, and after they're done, Eddie gets properly dressed, tugging his pants on and zipping them up with a heavy sigh.

"These clothes must reek," Eddie comments. "I at least need a new sweater."

"We'll hit a thrift store next, don't worry. They'll have sweaters for real cheap. Jeans, too," Richie says, grinning.

"Okay." Eddie hums. "Where's breakfast?"

"Near the front desk. Come on. Got all your stuff?" Richie jokes. "Get it? 'Cause we own nothing?"

"I got it, Rich."

Breakfast is hardly anything-just a few pastries and pieces of bread, but the boys still steal as much as they can without being called greedy by neighboring eyes. A family of four sits nearby as Richie and Eddie pile food into their arms.

"Grab as much as you can, Eds," Richie says. "We need to stock up-and hurry, too, we don't want Judith to give us the boot."

"Judith?" Eddie recoils, confused. Then he pauses and his grip on the pastries he's holding falters. One of Eddie's croissants clutters to the ground, catching Richie's attention, and Richie furrows his brows at Eddie's sudden frozenness. "Why are those people looking at us?" Eddie asks, his voice low, embarrassed. Richie turns toward the family and stands taller. "Nevermind. Just ignore them Rich. Don't bother them."

"Can I help you?" he asks the family. The biggest man, perhaps the father, gives Richie a stupid look. But then he shakes his head slowly, and glances at his family, murmuring something. They all stop looking after that. Richie bumps Eddie's hip with his own. "See? If you tell people to fuck off, they do."

"They're just eating breakfast," is all Eddie says, and his arms are full. "This is all I can carry. Are you good? Can we go now?"

"Someone's antsy." Richie smiles and nods, gesturing his head to the door. As they walk out of the office area, making their way to Richie's car, he says, "Let's hop in the old truck and get going." He trains his eyes on Eddie's pant legs, earning a glare from Eddie. "Our next order of business is buying you a new pair of pants. These ones are too big."

"Could you not look at my ass?" Eddie snaps, cheeks burning. Richie just laughs. Fumbling with his keys, he unlocks the car doors and hops in the driver's seat, piling all the food he snagged in the middle seat between him and Eddie. Eddie puts his food in the same area and immediately sinks into his seat, sighing. "I missed this shitty car," he says.