ok but bc part two did so well i decided to treat ya'll and post part three super early! bad news tho this is the second last part of the series, I hope you all like it!!
Eddieâs shoulders were tense under Richieâs hold. He could feel the breath from the taller boy fall upon his cheek, and the dark curls he loved so much melding itself with his own dark hair. Eddie could feel the heat rise on his cheeks, gladly appreciating Richie covering half his face with his bushy hair.
âBack already?â Mike questioned. Richie snorted before sliding down beside Eddie, throwing himself on top of Eddieâs lap, his legs tangled with Eddieâs own.
âWell, long story short.â He puts his arm against the back of the chair. âIâm a free man.â He showered the group of misfit teens with a blinding grin.
âBut you guys were so happy.â Eddie says glancing back at Richie. The position the boys ended up sitting in was nothing new to the either of them. Richie draped across Eddieâs lap, Eddieâs arm wrapped around the Richieâs waist. This is how it had always been. âI saw you earlier, after school. You guys were acting like perfectly happy couple.â
âWell, Ed. Funny thing, itâs not that hard to fake happy.â He gripped Eddieâs shoulder with his right hand. âNow, you and me though, I could work with that.â He winked at Eddie, smirking slightly at the smaller boys flushed cheeks. âNo, faker needed.â He starred for a bit, maybe a little bit too long. Eddie was beautiful. This was nothing new to Richie, he had harboured a crush on the boy all through most of their childhood. From the lack of any present and reliable parental figure, Eddie was one of the only constant Richie had in his life growing up. Despite the Loserâs being there most of the time as well, Eddie had always been Richieâs favourite. The former friendship had only begun due to the relatively easy flow between the two. They would bicker back and forth but knew when to draw the line. Richie admired the fact that Eddie could bounce back from whatever insult he through at him, he challenged the boy to think and come up with bigger and better content for future conversations.
Richie in simple words loved Eddie. He loved him with his entire being. From head to toe. Richie would do anything for this boy just to see his bright smile. Whether that was taking on a murderous shapeshifting clown or sneaking into his bedroom window at three am, to bring him a hot chocolate when he was feeling down. Nothing was too much. Most of Richieâs waking thoughts were spent hoping that Eddie was safe and having a good day, missing him when he wasnât there and wondering when he was going to be back. And If that isnât love, well Richie didnât know what was.
An extensive âUm,â was drawn out by one of the remaining four Loserâs sitting at the table. Too wrapped up in his own thoughts Richie hadnât yet noticed the departure of Ben, Mike and Bev all claiming they were going to get a head start on playing Streetfighter. Ben exclaiming that he needs all the practice he can get if he wants to beat Richie anytime soon. âSo, Bill and I are going to go play some pinball, weâll see you both later yeah?â Waiting for no response Stan dragged Bill off toward the pinball machines. Face flustered at the tension which had settled in-between the two boys in question.
Eddie shifted his position to face Richie more directly, pulling at Richieâs waist to turn his body with his own. Richie tightened his grip around the boyâs neck hopefully making the situation a little easier. Richie always commended the boy at his ability to hold his weight so easily considering the dramatic size difference. The boy had yet to make any eye contact with Richie, he starred down into his lap and played with his fingers. He mumbles something under his breath which Richie had no hope in hearing. âSorry Eds, couldnât quiet hear you.â Richie teased the poor boy. Eddie took in deep breathe before clearing his throat. He glanced up into Richieâs warm honey eyes.
âYou, uh â you said earlier you were in love with someone else?â Swallowing down all the courage Eddie possessed to confront Richie, he flickered his eyes to behind Richieâs face where all five losers are standing. They all give a reassuring nod to Eddie. He took in a deep breathe knowing this wasnât to end the way they all were hoping. âWhy did you never tell me who it was?â
Gasping loudly, Richieâs mouth opened wide as he stared at Eddie with a hand clenched to the shirt covering his heart. âMy boy, I thought you already knew.â Eddie raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, still awaiting his answer. âYour Mom Edâs. Iâm in love with your Mother. Mrs.K. You better get used to having another Da- âRichie was cut short by Eddie throwing him off his lap. He landed hard on the ground with an âoofâ Richie sat in shock, he looked at the boy with a smirk playing on his lips. Eddieâs face remained void of any emotion as he stood over him and walked away.
 âEddie!â Richie shouted as he watched his figure faded into the overly crowd arcade.
All five losers had watched the scene play out. From Eddie pushing Richie onto the ground, to the part where the boy wiped away the tears leaking from his eyes as he walked past them, slamming the door shut. They all glanced over to Richie, mouths wide open as he starred at the door with confusion on his face. âW-what the fuck Rich!â Bill voice boomed across the room. Richie stood form the floor and headed toward his friends.
 âAll you had to do was not be a dick, for once in your life.â Bev piped up, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at him.
Stan scoffed from behind Bill, âI told you it wouldnât work. Richie is too- heâs too Richie Tozier.â Stan said with a wave of his arms as he gestured up and down Richieâs body. âNow poor Eddieâs all heartbroken and shit.â
âDid you listen to anything he had to say?â Mike raised his eyebrows at Richie waiting for a reply. Richie was slightly speechless as he looked among his friends.
âHe hadnât said anything!â Stan scoffed in response.
âAh, so you didnât even let him say anything before you were a dick!â Richie squinted his eyes at Stan, slightly insulted.
âHe asked me who I was in love with, I said his Mom.â Ben groaned and if Bev could face palm Riche right now she would.
âG-go talk to him.â Bill said awfully loud if they hadnât already attracted most of the arcades attention by now, they just did. Stan stepped in-between Bill and Mike to come face to face with Richie. Being the only two in the group who rivalled in height. Stanâs facial expression was extremely aggressive, if Richie were to say the least.
âI donât have any clue as to why, but heâs in love with you, you fuckface! Now go see him before he changes his goddamn mind!â Richieâs eyes widen, flickering back and forth as he processes the information. A quick âshitâ was whispered from under his breath as he ran toward the door. Bumping into children and tripping every few feet. The Loserâs yet again stood back and watched the gangly limbed boy child make his way to the one and only person who will ever be able to stand him. With a shake of his head Stan headed back to the table, âHe better not fuck it up again.â
A/N Hey my dudes, hope you liked this part! Iâm super excited for thr next one tbh. If you have any feed back much would be appreciated! I hope you are all having a nice day! x
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