The Losers were going around Derry being a public nuisance, like always. Richie and Eddie were fighting about whether you can get aids by sharing ice cream. "Eddie Spaghetti, I'm pretty sure you have to share like blood or something," Richie said licking Eddie's ice cream again. "Don't call me that! And how do you know? You aren't a doctor. You probably have aids!"
Richie gave him a look. "Oh, so you're making fun of who I like now? That's low Eds," He said raising an eyebrow. "What?! No!" Eddie shrieked, his face turning bright red. "You wound me Eds. I thought we were friends, now you're making fun of me for being gay," Richie dramatically said with his hand over his heart.
"Richie! That's not what I meant! I meant that you never fucking take a shower," Eddie insisted. "Oh Spaghetti man, I have to shower! Your mom wouldn't take me if I didn't." Richie winked at Eddie. "Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty now shut up," Stanley said. Everyone started laughing and Eddie took his ice cream out of Richie's hand.
"Richie, if you wanted vanilla so bad, why didn't you get it?" Beverly asked, licking her own cone. "I don't even like vanilla, I just like Eds," Richie said before ruffling Eddie's hair. "Beep fucking beep," Eddie said, totally getting Richie was flirting with him. Everyone else just saw it as Richie being himself.
"D-do you t-two ever s-stop fighting?" Bill asked laughing. "Nope!" Richie said putting his arm around Eddie's shoulders. "Eds here can't help himself." Stanley rolled his eyes.
They all entered the freezing cold clubhouse. "Okay, two questions. One, who's idea was it to get ice cream in the middle of winter, two who's idea was it to go into the clubhouse in the fucking middle of winter? What if we all get sick? Or die of hypothermia?" Eddie panicked.
"Richie chose the ice cream, Ben choose the clubhouse," Stanley said. "Well, it was a bad idea! I'm fucking cold!" Riche came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "You can cuddle me if you're cold Ed's," Richie said resting his chin on Eddie's head. "And that isn't happening." Eddie broke away from Richie's grasp.
Everyone was unaware of the kisses they had shared, except for Stan, who walked in on them, so to everyone else it was just Richie fucking around. Eddie was blushing and Richie saw. He smirked at what he did to the boy and went to his place in the hammock.
Eddie soon joined him and the rest of the Losers went to their typical spot. Bill was reading with Stan about birds and Ben and Bev were listening to music. Richie and Eddie picked out comics and "read" them.
They never really read, mostly just kicked each other. They were doing that like always when Eddie accidentally kicked him in the nose. "Ow!" Richie yelped cupping his nose. He could feel the blood running out of his nose.
"Richie! I'm so sorry!" Eddie said frantically. "Does anyone have an extra shirt or something?!" They all looked at each other. Richie got off the hammock and moved his hands away from his nose. The blood gushed out onto the floor while his nose continued to bleed.
Richie took off his coat to use the button-up shirt to cover his nose. Eddie felt terrible for giving him a bloody nose and now ruining his shirt. He looked like he was about to cry. "It's fine Eddie. It doesn't hurt." Richie smiled to try to reassure him. "We have to get him home!" Eddie cried pushing Richie to the exit. "I guess we'll see you guys later?" They all nodded.
When Maggie saw the two boys walk through the door she almost had a seizure. "My nose started bleeding when we were just walking. It must be something from the last nose injury," Richie lied. Eddie was shocked. Richie had lied for him. Richie lying wasn't the surprising part, but he never lied to Maggie before.
When the bleeding didn't stop Maggie and Eddie forced Richie into the car to go to the hospital. It turns out, exactly what Eddie had feared, he broke Richie's nose. When Eddie got home that night he cried.