The next morning, Richie woke up to Eddie shaking him vigorously. "Rich! Get the f*ck up! You have to go! NOW!" Richie opened his eyes and groaned sleepily. "Ugh, what's the rush, Eds?" Eddie stepped back and rolled his eyes. "My mom could walk in here at any moment, so unless you want her to scream your ears off you should hurry up and go." Eddie grabbed Richie's backpack and threw it at him. "And don't call me Eds!" He said angrily.
"Okay, okay, I'm gone," Richie said, holding his hands up defensively. He took off his old clothes and took the new ones out of his bag. "Jesus, Rich!" Eddie looked away, blushing.
Of course, Eddie would never admit it, but he thought Richie Tozier was absolutely beautiful. But he wasn't gay. He didn't have to be gay to tell that someone, especially Richie, was pretty.
Richie finished getting dressed and walked over to Richie. "Bye, bye, Eds." He gave Eddie a little peck on the cheek and winked. "No homo!" He yelled. Eddie blushed even more and hit Richie's arm. "Cut it out! And don't call me Eds!" "Aw, come on! You know you love it!" Richie winked and then jumped down from the window yelling that he would wait down there for Eddie, who still had to eat breakfast because there was no way his mother would let him skip.
Eddie just stood in his room for a while. Thinking about Richie's kiss. It was a small one and obviously a joke (Richie was straighter than "the pole your mom dances on" apparently). But still, Eddie would walk through grey water a million times, fight that stupid clown again, for just one more f*cking kiss.
(A/N: Uhm so yeah. I know it's annoying but I have to censor the swears because this is a school Chromebook and they would crucify me. I did think about taking out the swears all together but I couldn't do that. It's become such a habit to say them all the time so it would feel weird to not put them in.)