"I Don't Need Help" //Reddie AU

23). When his Smile gets bigger

*Eddies POV
I don't know what to pack. Clothes of course but it's kinda difficult not knowing how much to pack.

                         Richie
E:I don't know how much to pack. It depends on how long I'm staying, and I can't stay forever :/
R:Just pack a weeks worth :)
E:Thank you Richie, I owe you
R: ;)
E:never mind I'm not coming
R:I take it back
E: what ever, I'll be over in about 30 minutes.
R:Bet

Soon I grabbed some clothes for school, bed clothes and my school book bag. Again I opened my window jumping off the lowest part I can find. Walking away from him I feel nothing, she's never done anything for me. I mean she has but she gave up when I was like 3.

*Richies POV
I'm glad I'll have someone to hang out with, I haven't lived with anyone for about 4 years, since my mom left at 13.

*30 minutes later*
A faint knock fills the room with sound. I jump up and open the door. "Hiya E- what happened to your face?!" I pull him in the house. A giant red handprint showing up on his cheeks which are always a light pink. "Oh...my mom slapped me." He whispered

I wrap Eddie in a hug. I went through the same thing, he doesn't deserve it. "Richie I'm fine." His head under my neck.

"No Eddie, you shouldn't have to go through that." "Richie, it's fine." His eye glints a small look.

Please let it go, I don't wanna talk about it.

I let it go.

*Eddies POV

"Here follow me." We walk up the small stairs, reaching a room. "Here, a king bed." He smiles. "Richie, isn't this your-" "yeah." He looks down and fumbles with his fingers.

"I don't wanna take their room Richie, I can sleep on the couch." "No eddie, take this room. It'll be fine." His faint smile he always has, gets bigger.
If Richies smile gets bigger, he means whatever he said.

"Thank you Richie." I smile back. "Okay there's a bathroom in here, and the closet is over there." He leans on the door frame as I put my stuff down.

The walls are a light blue color, the bed covers white. A side table on each side. A walk in closet. The bathroom is bigger than Richies.

"Richie how come you didn't take this room your self?" I ask sitting on the bed. "I've always asked the same question. I've always been weak so I can bring all my stuff in here. And I never liked it in here." "How come? If you don't mind me asking." "My parents would argue in here, my dad would be drinking. And..." "oh." I whisper. "Well moving on, I'll let you unpack." He smiles and walks back to the living room I guess.

Should I tell him tomorrow is my birthday?