Eddie hadn't left his house for almost a week after breaking Richie's nose. It was an accident but he knew he wouldn't be able to look him in the face after that. Sonia hadn't been home the entire time so she was unaware of Eddie's moping.
He was washing his hands after dinner when he heard someone at the door. "Shit," Eddie said trying to dry his hands properly as fast as he could. He hoped he got to the door before they left. He opened the door to Richie and Stanley.
Eddie looked at Richie's nose and the bandage covering it. He cringed at the memory. "Hey, Eds, taking a picta will last longa," Richie said in a weird accent. Eddie blushed and Stanley shoved him. "We were wondering if you wanted to come to Richie's house with us," Stanley said while giving Richie a dirty look.
"I... I don't know. I'm not feeling well I think I should go lay down," Eddie said. He stepped back and started to close the door. Richie put his foot in the way. "If you were sick you'd be in the hospital, you're coming with us." Richie grabbed Eddie's wrist. Eddie scowled. "I don't have any shoes on!"
Stanley rolled his eyes. He made Richie let go of Eddie. "He doesn't want to Rich, you can't make him. We'll see you later Eddie," Stan said pulling Richie away. Richie sighed. "See ya, Eds." Richie gave a sad smile and reluctantly followed Stan. Eddie felt bad for making them leave. He watched them go halfway down his sidewalk before screaming at them.
"Wait! Guys hold on!" Eddie grabbed his shoes and rushed outside with one of his shoes slightly falling off. They waited for Eddie to fix his shoe. "See? I knew Spaghetti couldn't resist me," Richie said looking at Stanly. "My house is literally right there. I can just walk back," Eddie said scowling.
When they got back to Richie's house they fought for almost 10 minutes over if they should watch a movie or play DND. Richie broke the argument with the horrible logic that he should decide because it's his house. He obviously chose a movie. A movie gave him an excuse to be close to Ed's and that little fucker was ignoring him all week.
"Do we have to watch something scary every fucking time?" "Eddie, it's Richie, the day he plays something else is the day we know to send him to the looney bin," Stanley said rolling his eyes. Eddie sighed and reluctantly sat next to Richie.
Halfway through the movie, Eddie grabbed Richie's hand and squeezed it so tight Richie's eyes teared up. He had to slap Eddie's leg to get him to loosen the grip. Eddie hit him back and they started a slap war that Stanley had to break up.
By the end of the second movie, Eddie was practically melted onto Richie. His face was buried in Richie's chest and Richie's arms were loosely wrapped around him. Stanley had fallen asleep on the couch which left the other two boys alone to go to Richie's room.
Eddie sat on Richie's bed and Richie stood in front of him. They stared at each other for a bit before anyone said anything.
(Que your favorite love song or any love song really, it's up to you this time)
"Richie?" Eddie said looking down. "Yes, Eds?" Eddie sighed looking back up at him. "I'm really sorry for breaking your nose. I didn't say sorry when it happened then I ignored you for a week. I just didn't want you to hate me for hurting you! I didn't mean to! I wasn't paying attention," Eddie said. He looked like he was about to cry.
"Spaghetti, I could never hate you. I'm not mad at you for my nose. It didn't even hurt! Connor is probably why it broke so easily. It wasn't your fault. Plus they did surgery on my nose to fix it, I'll probably look hot," Richie winked. "It's not funny, asshole. Breaking things causes permanent damage! What if I ruined your face forever?" "What would be wrong with that Eds? Would you not like me anymore? Harsh Spaghetti Man, I didn't realize you were like that," Richie said pretending to cry.
"Shut up. You would hate me if I ruined your face. Anyone would hate someone who broke their fucking face! Look at Stan! He has those scars on his face from that painting lady and he hates it." Richie shook his head. "You really don't get it do you?" Richie said grabbing Eddie's wrist and pulling him off the bed.
"I could never hate you. I have liked you since we first met. The day I hate you is the day I'm not Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier anymore." Eddie blushed. "That would be the day me and your mom don't fuck on the weekend anymore." Eddie put his fingers on his temple.
"You just had to ruin that didn't you, Richie?" He said crossing his arms. "You're cute Edward," Richie said smiling. "Don't call me that." "What, Edward or cute?" "Both," Eddie said hugging Richie.
"Just a hug?" "You haven't brushed your teeth all-day, plus Stanley's here. With our luck, he's gonna walk in again," He said pulling away from Richie.
"I don't care." Richie pulled Eddie back and pressed their lips together. With how many times they've kissed, you'd assume they would be together already. Eddie didn't seem to agree though, which Richie would brutally learn in the next few days.