𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄 *.☽ .* 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐔

3

Jackson Close, Derry, Maine
Wednesday 13th July 1992
4:03 pm

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"Purple? What could that even mean? And who the fuck starts a conversation with purple? That's just weird. I hope my soulmate isn't a fucking weirdo," Richie ranted to Eddie.

They were in their own secret hangout. The two had many secret hangout spots with the rest of the Losers Club, but this spot was just for them and only them.

They sat in a large blossom tree located at the end of Jackson Close. The pair loved this spot as there were two thick branches on the tree directly opposite each other, allowing the two boys to face each other while having a conversation.

Blossoms cascaded over their heads like the waves crashing over the rocks during a storm by the coast. Only the blossoms didn't have the same intent as waves, they were soothing and hid the boys from the outside world, protecting them, not engulfing them.

"Yeah and it's so weird that we both got the same word. Do you think it means that we have the same soul mate?" Eddie questioned, looking slightly concerned.

"Well if we do, we're gonna have to be thruple or something. I'm not in the mood for fighting over a girl," whined Richie.

Who said it's a girl was Eddie's first thought. Suddenly, a huge wave of guilt washed over him. Why was that his first thought? Sure he's always been a bit more feminine than his other friends, causing the school bully Henry Bowers and his stupid friends to accuse him of being gay. But it never once occurred to him that they were right. This thought sure made him question himself however.

Richie noticed the confused look on his face. "Why the long face Eddie dearest? You're not a horse."

"Nothing, it doesn't matter," Eddie quickly dismissed, accidentally making himself appear more suspicious to Richie.

"Come on Eddie Spaghetti yo-"

"Eddie," he corrected the taller boy.

"Okay, Eddie, you can tell me anything. You know that right?" His voice was quiet and soothing, a huge contrast to his usual tone. Richie only ever used this voice around Eddie.
He was the only person who understood him and he couldn't act like a dick all the time to the person he loved most.

"Yeah I know." Eddie's gaze moved from his feet to Richie, seeing him staring at Eddie with a small grin. "What? Why are you grinning like that?"

"Nothing," Richie smirked.

"You look like a fucking crazy person, what's wrong?" Eddie giggled.

"You."

"Me? I'm wrong?" He leans forward and punched Richie playfully in the arm, "You fucking bastard, you know you're so rude sometimes I can't eve-" Eddie rambled on forcing Richie to interrupt him.

"Eddie there's nothing wrong with you. In fact, it's the opposite." Eddie's breath hitched. "I just thought that you looked cute that's all." Richie threw away those words like they were nothing, not a big deal. But they were of the exact opposite value to Eddie.

Richie's focus was all over the place; he couldn't look at Eddie. But Eddie couldn't stop looking at him.

"Really? You think so?" Eddie tried hard to hide his smile, but he was beaming inside. His heart was doing summersaults and his stomach had become home to butterflies. He fluttered his eyelids, his eyelashes long and enticing.