>Dark Nail Polish<
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love
Richie quickly, but silently, ran from his room, down the hallway and the stairs to the kitchen, where the telephone hung on the wall. He dialed his favorite phone number and waited for someone to pick up. When the ringing stopped, it was silent for a long moment but then, finally, "Uhh, hello? Is anybody there?" Richie whispered
"Yes im here what the fuck? Do you know what time it is?!" Shouted a pissed off Eddie Kasbprak.
"It's only 9:35."
"Yeah and mums gonna be home in ten minutes!"
"Yeah! Ten fucking minutes!" Richie whisper shouted
"What do you want?"
"Can I come over? I have an important question for you."
"Fine but hurry up! And you'll have to hide when my mum gets home."
"Okay. see you in a bit spaghetti."
Richie silently tip-toed back upstairs to get his bag that he forgot to bring with him and then he was off on his adventure to Eddie's house. They only lived like two blocks away, but it was still always dangerous to walk the streets of Derry at night, especially alone. But in only four minutes, Richie was climbing through Eddie's already unlocked window. He found Eddie sitting up on his bed with his legs crossed reading a book. "What's that book called? Is it good?" Richie asked.
"It's called Two Boys in the 80's and it's really good. Stan wrote it."
"I didn't know Stan wrote a motherfucking book! Why didn't he tell me that's awesome!"
"Yeah..." Eddie started before he put Stans book down and turned to look at Richie "but what were you going to ask me?"
"Oh, yeah i was just going to ask you if you could paint my other hand." Richie said, sitting on Eddie's bed and pulling black nailpolish from his pocket. "I always fuck it up."
"... So you walked two blocks, in the dark, by yourself, so i could paint your nails?"
"Mhmm."
"Your a fucking idiot." Eddie was saying before he grabbed Richies hand, and the nailpolish, and started painting Richies left hand. It was quiet for a few moments, until Eddie spoke up and said "Why are your hands so fucking big?"
"What kind of question is that? How the fuck am i suposed to know?"
"Its just..." And Eddie stopped painting Richie's nails to hold both their hands up next to each other. Eddie's hand was probably three quarters as long as Richies. "You just have small hands."
"But you also have big hands." And, with that, Eddie went back to painting Richie's nails.
But not a moment later, the boys could hear someone pull up out the front of the house and they already knew who it was. "Look, you go under the bed." Eddie ordered, shoving the nailplolish into Richie's hands and then he climbed under his blanket and turned off his lamp to make it seem like he had been sleeping. They could hear footsteps outside the door and they froze. They watched the doorknob turn and as the door opened, just one line of yellow light shone into the dark room. Her fat face peeked into the room from behind the door and she sighed. Not even a second later, she closed the door and left, but the boys didn't move. Eddie counted to ten and then sat back up to turn the lamp back on. Richie climbed back up onto Eddie's bed and the two started quietly giggling.
Once Eddie had finished painting Richie's nails, Eddie asked "Are you hungry?" And when Richie said yes, he took him buy the hand and they, quiet as a mouse, crept into the kitchen. When Eddie opened the fridge and started looking for jam and butter, Richie saw strawberries. He snatched them from their place in the fridge and while Eddie was making a jam sandwich, Richie was sitting on the bench nibbling away at the deliciously juicy strawberries. When Eddie finished making his sandwiches, the boys headed back to his room, but on the way there, they stood on a creaky floorboard and even though they didn't wake Sonia up, they scurried back to the room in fear and when they got back to Eddies room, they started giggling again.
Richie sat on the end of Eddie's bed leaning on the cold, wooden bedhead and ate his strawberries while Eddie lied down on the floor of his room and ate his sandwiches. They sat in complete silence up until Richie finished his strawberries and laid on his stomach with his head poking over the edge of the bed so he could chat with his best friend. "Should I just stay here tonight?"
"Well do you think you were going to walk home? It's like, almost eleven!" Eddie was whispering.
"Yeah but what if your mum walks in while we're sleeping?"
"She doesn't get up until like ten everyday and we leave for school at eight." Eddie was explaining. "We can leave early and walk to your house on the way to school so you can get changed."
"Okay." Richie agreed, before sitting back up.
When Eddie finished his last jam sandwich, he stood up to sit on the bed, right next to Richie. He sat his head on Richies shoulder, yawned, and said "I'm fucking tired."
"Then go to sleep."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Cause then you won't go to sleep for like, another hour and you'll be bored."
"I'll go to sleep as well." And Eddie looked at him.
"Fine." Eddie said with a sigh.
"W-Well where do i sleep?"
"With me." Eddie said, as if it was obvious. And with that, the boys climbed to the other end of the bed and under Eddie's fluffy, blue blanket and Eddie turned off his lamp. They lied awkwardly, Eddie facing Richie and Richie facing the roof. Eddie wasn't pleased with this lack of attention, so he wrapped his arms around Richie's chest and waited for him to do something. After a few seconds, Richie turned around to face Eddie and put his arms around the back of his neck and they fell asleep like that.
When Richie woke up, Eddie was still cute as ever asleep in his arms, but he really had to piss. He didn't want to move at all but he was literally about to piss himself. So he slowly crawled from Eddie's grip and quietly ran out the bedroom door and to the bathroom. On his way back to Eddie's room, he found Eddie looking around the kitchen for something, so he went over to see if he could help but as soon as Eddie saw him, he said "Where the fuck were you?"
"I was pissing."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you were asleep!"
"That's no excuse." And Richie sighed. "Now I'm going to my room to change and you can look for something to eat before we leave."
"Okay." And Eddie was off, on his way back to his room.
When Richie opened up the pantry, his eyes immediately wondered to the froot loops on the top shelf. While he was making himself a bowl of cereal, he only just saw Eddie walking past the kitchen, probably headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth or something and damn did he look good. Once Eddie was ready and Richie had finished his cereal, Eddie grabbed an oat bar and they were out the door and headed to Riches house.
On the way there, the boys had a whole ass conversation about what the best type of flowers is. Eddie said sunflower because they're prettier than anything and Richie said pansy because they look like an angry old man but neither won. Richie was quick getting ready because all he had to do was get changed and spray some deodorant on and pack his bag and then they were off again, all prettied up and ready for another crappy day of highschool.
