After this awkward event that left Eddie's mind plastered with images of Richie and his stupidly good looking marks and spots, some more came along and Eddie was beginning to think that they weren't accidental.
On the other side, Richie could confirm this. He found it amusing how Eddie would react to his innocent actions. As innocent as they could be.
Two weeks after, when the losers were having a picnic sorta of afternoon at the quarry, Richie had the brilliant idea of picking up a small wildflower and place it among his wavy locks of hair.
"What's that for? " Stan had said.
"You looks so pretty! " Beverly copied his actions, she wanted a flower crown for her self.
" I-It complements your eyes, R-Richie."
Bill's comment made Eddie look up from his sandwich which he deeply regretted. Richie had already three tiny flowers randomly placed on his hair and was picking up one more. The sun light made his dark eyes a lighter shade of brown, and the white yellowish petals contrasted his hair perfectly. Eddie forgot to chew the bite of his sandwich and swallowed, choking on it, he felt the harsh drag of it down to his stomach. He started coughing instantly trying his best to catch his breath.
"God, Eddie! " Ben rushed to place a hand on his back.
"Breathe, man." Mike stated.
He finally calmed down shortly after, his whole face a deeper shade because of the lack of oxygen, of course. "I'm fine, guys, thanks."
"Damn, Bev. You must be right. Eddie couldn't even deal with how good I look! "
That earned a few chuckles from the group, Eddie just frowned at him and resumed eating his luch. " Jeez, really funny. I almost died and you laugh."
