Sundays at Sarah’s
Pairings: Reddie
Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak was having a bad morning. But, it later turned into the best when he set foot in Sarah’s diner.
A/N: This is my first fic that I’ve written that I’ve posted, so it might suck?? This was inspired by me going to ihop on sunday, lmao.
Word count: 2145
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Eddie Kaspbrak was having the worst morning ever. Actually, no, he was having the worst day ever.
It all started with him waking up in a cold sweat, thanks to the nightmare he had.
Then, it was him stubbing his toe with his dresser that was placed beside his bed; in which he swore was not there two seconds ago. To make things worse, instead of turning on the hot water in the shower, he accidently turned the cold one.
Freezing cold water attacking your face early in the morning isn’t the most pleasant way to start your day. He screeched when the water hit his face and chest, he stepped back quickly and almost slipped on one of the many shampoo bottles that were scattered on the shower floor.
And finally, the thing that most certainly did not make his day, was his coffee.
You could see the relief on his face when he safely placed the mug in the microwave and pushed down on the numbered pads. He grabbed his sugar and instant coffee from his pantry and placed them on the counter. Retrieving the hot milk from his microwave was easier said than done.
Placing the milk in the microwave was easy, the milk was cold. But now, the milk was heated up and Eddie knew the mug was going to be warm. Also, his microwave was placed somewhere he could barely reach; over the stove. His girlfriend, Myra, could easily reach it.
But Myra was asleep, and Eddie didn’t want to wake her up because he couldn’t reach the fucking microwave.
Standing on his toes, Eddie reached up into the microwave and
retrieved his milk successfully without fucking up.
He placed his mug on the counter and began to drop teaspoons of coffee and sugar into it. Once he was satisfied with the taste, (which, in fact, was sweet enough to give someone a toothache just by looking at it) he placed the sugar and coffee jars back into his pantry.
Grabbing the mug cautiously, he began to walk towards the dining room, expecting to be able to reach the dinner table and drink his coffee in peace. What he didn’t expect was his girlfriend sneaking up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder while saying, “Good morning, honey.”
“Shit!” Eddie squealed, flinching harshly at Myra’s hand. His very, extremely hot coffee then toppled over the rim of the mug and spilled onto his right hand.
“Fuck!” He shouted, instantly letting go if the mug. It dropped onto the wooden floor and instantly shattered, brown coffee spilling everywhere.
“Are you alright?!” Myra shrieked, clutching Eddie’s shoulder with a tighter grip.
“No!” Eddie shook Myra’s hand off and ran towards the sink. He quickly turned on the cold water and placed his under the faucet. He could feel his skin begin to irritate and the cold water wasn’t doing much, it only made the uncomfortable warmth spread.
“Fuck this shh, fucking, fuck fuckity fuck.” Eddie cursed as he turned the water off. He grabbed a paper towel and started to wipe his burnt hand. Eddie winced as he touched the burn, it felt hot and bumpy, it made him feel sick.
“Are you okay?” Myra asked, walking towards him slowly. “I’m fine.” Eddie sighed. He could feel his pulse throb under the irritated skin of his hand.
“Are you sure? Are you upset?” She asked, a worried look plastered onto her round face. “Yes, i’m fine. I’m not upset.” Eddie answered calmly, closing his eyes.
He could feel it. Throbbing; it wasn’t his own heartbeat, he felt his pulse in his throat now, he heard it in his ears. Throbbing; as if it had a heartbeat of its own.
“What’s bothering you?” Myra asked. Eddie shook his head. “Nothing.”
Myra asked it again, and Eddie now felt his heartbeat his hand once more, colliding with the pulse of his burn.
“It’s you now!” He shouted.
Myra froze. Eddie had never yelled at her before. Eddie would never raise his voice at her.
Eddie sighed at his girlfriend. He saw her lips quiver and her eyes begin to water. Eddie avoided her stare.
“Eddie,” Myra started, her voice shaking audibly.
Eddie shook his head quickly. “I’m going out for a bit.” He stated, rushing towards the front door, swinging it open.
“Eddie!” Myra yelled after him. Eddie ran outside and kept running until he couldn’t see his girlfriend run after him. He was so glad that he had good stamina.
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Open 24/7
It was around six or seven in the morning, it was still dim outside, and there were barely any people around and about. Eddie shrugged to himself as he walked into the small diner, Sarah’s.
He figured that it wouldn’t hurt to treat himself to a small breakfast. I mean, he did have a nightmare, he did stub his toe, he did mistake the cold water for the hot, he did drop his coffee and burn his fucking hand. He deserved this breakfast.
Stepping inside, he was hit with the strong scent of cinnamon and chocolate. It was a nice and homey smell.
The inside was nice and clean with light blue floor tiles that clashed against the red of the booths lining the walls.
Eddie took notice of the christmas decorations and scrunched his nose. Small white and blue snowflakes dangled above everyone’s heads and there was tinsel covering the edges of the tables. Christmas lights dipped downwards as they ran along the sides of the walls.
Eddie sat down in a rather large booth, not really caring because of the lack of people. He had picked a seat where he was able to look of one of the diner’s windows. Outside, he could see, it began to rain.
Sighing, he looked at his right hand. He could feel his pulse again.
“Woah, that’s sick. Does it hurt?”
Eddie looked up from his burn and straight into the eyes of a curly haired man. Eddie rose an eyebrow. “Where did you come from?” He asked the stranger.
The diner was practically empty when Eddie walked in. “Over there,” The brunet pointed a thumb towards the left, where there was a table for two. “Anyway, how’d you get it?”
“Coffee,” Eddie scoffed. “Really hot coffee.” He rolled his eyes at the thought. “Gee-sus Christ! That raht theh must’ve hur.” The man exclaimed.
Eddie chuckled at the voice. “Damn right,” He agreed. “It is was just fucking coffee, not like, a flamethrower or something.”
“Psh, don’t worry about it! It happened to me once. But it was ramen, not coffee.” The man said, smiling wide. “It hurt like a bitch.”
Eddie smiled, clearly amused. “Ramen? How the hell does that happen?”
“Okay, so, I was cooking up some ramen right? Well, microwaving it, but whatever.” Eddie snickered as the man continued.
“So, I put it in the microwave for like three minutes ‘cuz that’s what it’s supposed to be, and when I took it out, I realized I had put too much water in it. So, my dumbass thinks, ‘okay, i’ll just pour some out at the sink.’
“I go the sink to pour it out, but…! Plot twist! I grab the fucking cup of ramen too hard, and the hot ass water spills all over my fucking hand!”
The man shows Eddie his right hand and waves it. “I fucking screamed like a bitch and Righty was red and bumpy for like a week. It still feels bumpy, and this was like, two months ago!”
As Eddie laughed at the stranger’s story, a waitress walked up to the two. “Welcome to Sarah’s, here are your menus.” She said, handing them the laminated pamphlets.
“Thank you,” Eddie smiled, watching the waitress walk away.
“I’m Richie,” The brunet said.
“Eddie.”
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“Hold on, we’re not gonna split if that’s what you’re gonna eat for breakfast.” Eddie scrunched his nose and pointed at Richie’s food with his fork. Since Eddie had left his house in a rush, he didn’t have much money on him. Turns out, neither did Richie.
They both decided to order as little food as possible and combine their money to pay for both of their meals.
Eddie was now currently judging Richie’s poor food choices. He had ordered a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a fucking chocolate milkshake. For breakfast.
“Hey, you can’t judge! You don’t see me complaining about your ugly ass french shit.” Richie exclaimed.
Eddie gasped. “The fuck?! French toast is amazing!” He protested.
Richie shook his head. “It’s disgusting, you mean. Look, it’s all soggy and covered in bananas and strawberries. Gross.” He gagged fakely. Eddie stuck his tongue out and loudly munched on his french toast. Richie did the same by shoving his greasy burger into his mouth. Both of them ate in silence for a good forty five seconds.
“How the fuck don’t you like french toast?” He huffed. He picked at his toast with fork.
“Well, for one, it’s fucking dis-gugh!” Richie’s sentence had been cut off by Eddie shoving a piece of french toast into his mouth with a fork.
Richie instantly gagged and slapped at Eddie’s hand. “I swear to god, if you spit that out…” Eddie threatened. Richie then grabbed Eddie’s plate and spit it out right on top of the rest of the toast.
“Ew! What the fuck, Richard?!” Eddie shrieked, pulling his plate back.
Richie grabbed a napkin from the table and proceeded to wipe his tongue. “That, was, fooking gross, Eds!” Richie complained, a smile finding its way onto his face.
“You’re fucking gross. Don’t call me Eds.”
Richie would’ve thought he was being serious, if it weren’t for the small smile on his lips.
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Both brunets finished their breakfasts in silence from then. Eddie thought it was nice, he had never felt so content before, especially not with someone he just met.
Both of them pitched in when the check came by, about twenty five dollars each. Sarah’s might have been a little too expensive for Eddie’s taste, but the food made up for it. The milkshakes especially. Richie had shared his with Eddie, and the smaller brunet was whipped. He ended up drinking Richie’s milkshake by himself.
Richie and Eddie both ended up walking outside, (it was no longer raining, Eddie noted) shoulders brushing against each others.
“Thank you,” Eddie murmured. Richie furrowed his eyebrows. “For what?”
Eddie looked up at him and almost melted under his gaze. Richie was just so tall, Eddie hadn’t realized when they were sitting, but fuck.
“Um, I was having a pretty shitty morning till you sat and ate with me.” Eddie admitted. “This made my day, really.”
Richie could feel his cheeks turn red. “Oh, um, yuh-your not guh-gonna get all soft on me, are you E-Eds?” Richie stammered.
Eddie’s cheeks were dusted pink as rolled his eyes and groaned, “Richie!”
Richie only laughed. “You’re welcome Eds! It was so nice to meet a cutie like you!” He grinned, reaching over to pinch Eddie’s cheeks.
“Shut up!” Eddie blushed, swatting Richie’s hands away.
Both of them smiled.
“Shit! Almost forgot!” Richie then exclaimed. The curly haired man ran inside of Sarah’s again, confusing Eddie. He frowned as Richie came back with a marker in his hand. “What?” Eddie questioned.
Richie grabbed Eddie’s arm and uncapped the marker with his teeth. “Nummer, silly.” Richie said, the cap muffling his words. He quickly scribbled down the ten digits and signed with a flourish.
“There!” He grinned, placing the cap back on the marker. “I could’ve given you my phone.” Eddie said. Richie rose and eyebrow. “Do you have your phone?” Eddie went to pat his pockets and then groaned. He left his phone on top of his dresser.
“No,” He pouted. Richie smiled, shaking his head. “Me neither.” He said.
Eddie scoffed. “Is that supposed to–”
The smaller brunet wasn’t prepared for it, at all. He yelped as Richie’s lips were pressed against his cheek. They were so soft.
Eddie felt his pulse in his throat and felt a odd warmth spread from his back up to his freckled cheeks. Richie pulled back, still smiling; but now his cheeks were pink as well.
“Later Eds.” He whispered, turning on his heels and walking down the street.
Eddie gulped, still not able to process what had happened. “Bye,” He breathed shakily, although Richie was long gone.
Eddie bit his lip, looking down at his arm, down at the numbers Richie had written. Below the numbers were two words.
Look up.
Eddie glanced upwards, and there, on the doorway of Sarah’s, hung a sprig of mistletoe. Eddie didn’t think his face could become any hotter, but of course, he was wrong.
Eddie Kaspbrak was having the best morning ever. Actually, no, he has having the best day ever.
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A/N: …And then Richie walked back to Sarah’s after Eddie finally left bc his dumbass forgot to return the marker he borrowed from the waitress, lmao. Anyways, there might be a part 2?? Maybe???Idk yet,,