Richie's POV
How can I have no classes with Eddie? Derry High isn't even that big! I need to see him again.
Third Person POV
Richie stood in the school parking lot with his beautiful skateboard.
Richie jumped on and did three laps around the parking lot.
Richie may be extremely uncoordinated, but he can ride a skateboard like nothing.
Richie's POV
I need to fall. I need to hurt myself bad enough to go back to the nurse and see Eddie.
Third Person POV
Richie turned a sharp corner and purposely fell as hard as he could.
Richie's forehead smacked against the ground, he busted his lip, and got scrapes all over the palm of his hands. It stung like a bitch.
Richie sighed and started to stand up before he realised he couldn't see anything. Richie reached up to touch his face, no glasses. Richie groaned and searched the ground for them.
He always felt like Velma when he lost his glasses. He's so blind he can barely see his hands on the ground looking for the dumb glasses.
He eventually found them. Richie sighed in relief and got up off the concrete.
Richie grabbed his skateboard and practically skipped to the nurse's office.
"Back again Richie?" Mrs. Nelson asked. "You love me. I just fell, nothing too bad. Just need some bandaids." Richie shrugged. "I'll get Eddie." Mrs. Nelson got out of her chair and shuffled to wherever Eddie was in the unusaully large nurse's office.
Once Eddie saw it was Richie back again with more wounds, he rolled his eyes. "Back again? What happened today?" Eddie asked as he walked closer to the nervous boy.
"Fell off my skateboard. Care to patch me up doctor Eddie?" Richie asked. "I won't if you keep calling me that." Eddie said before pulling out the same materials he had last time.
"What's your last name?" Richie asked. "Kaspbrak. Why?" Eddie questioned. "Doctor Eddie didn't sound right. Needed to be more formal, isn't that right doctor Kaspbrak?" Eddie rolled his eyes and placed the bandaids on the palm of Richie's hand.
Eddie's hand lingered on Richie's for a second too long. Richie wasn't complaining.
"You got a busted lip." Eddie said. "I know. My mom always kisses my wounds to make them feel better." Richie said with a wink. "Not a chance trashmouth." Eddie teased, "I have some chapstick. Is that alright?" Eddie asked. "I'm not using chapstick unless it was already used by you." Richie winked again. "That is absolutly disgusting. The amount of germs that could transfer from that chapstick. You'd be a dead man." Eddie rambled. "I doubt I'll die from chapstick, but I appreciate your concern." Richie chuckled.
Eddie huffed and reached into his fanny pack, "Here's the chapstick. It's not used." Eddie handed the light pink tube to Richie. The tall boy read the label, "Strawberry? I like your style." Richie popped the cap and placed a small amount of the fruity chapstick onto his lips.
Eddie gulped and tore his eyes away from Richie's lips. "That's all I'm pretty sure. Are there any other wounds I'm not seeing?" Eddie asked. "I fell on my ass pretty hard-" Richie was cut off, "Out." Eddie lightly pushed Richie to the door. "Thank you doctor Kaspbrak." Richie winked before walking out the nurse's office.
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