Richie waited until the next day to call Eddie. He needed to calm down and at least sound like he was sorry, even if it was a lie. It was a late night for him so it was even later for Eddie. Richie started a skype call anyway, he could just leave a voicemail if Eddie was asleep.

Eddie picked up after a few rings, sitting shirtless at his kitchen table. Richie never got used to seeing Eddie without a shirt. Eddie had gotten into weightlifting after college and, while not ripped, he had good definition. It made Richie's breath hitch whenever he saw it.

Richie was just lanky and he hated it. He could never seem to put on muscles, instead he was just long. At least I'm long where it counts Richie smiled at his own joke.

"What do you want Trashmouth?" Eddie was obviously still upset.

Richie decided that teasing would be a bad move. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Your engagement was such a surprise and I was trying to learn more about Myra. I went about it all wrong." He put on his best 'I'm sorry' face, complete with sad puppy eyes.

"Yea, you fucking did." Richie could tell that Eddie wasn't really mad anymore, he'd already accepted the apology.

"I did, I'm sorry." Richie pushed out his lower lip, "Forgive me?"

"Of course, asshole. Do you use those eyes on your boyfriends too?"

"Nah Eds, they're just for you." Eddie smiled. "So for real though, tell me about Myra."

"She's...comfortable. I want to get married Richie, I'm sick of dating. And she cares about me."

I'll marry you. Just say the word baby. "As long as you're happy Eds." Eddie paused, not responding. "You are happy, right?"

Eddie looked down. He hated lying to Richie and would usually just avoid questions he didn't want to answer. "Um, I need some water. I'll be right back, ok?"

"Sure, whatever." Richie watched Eddie get up, tilting his head to watch his butt in the pajama pants. When he was out of screen Richie leaned back and drank deeply from his cocktail.

Suddenly someone else's face filled the screen- Myra. "Well hello Richie. I was wondering who Eddie was getting out of bed for." She said as she sat down.

Richie had to stop himself from sneering at her- and ignoring that she was sleeping over. "Hello Myra." He said coldly.

"Now what could you possible need my fiance for at midnight?"

"Wedding planning, you want a quick engagement we need to plan at all hours." He replied quickly.

She laughed without humor. "I don't believe you. You must think I'm an idiot."

"You tell me then, what were we talking about?" Richie wasn't about to take any shit from this conniving woman.

"I saw how you looked at him at our party. I didn't want any of you there, I tried to convince Edward not to invite you. But he insisted. And then there you were, staring at him like you wanted to push him against a wall. I thought it was going to be that slut Beverly that I had to worry about. Turns out it was the fag from LA." She spat out the word 'fag' with such disdain Richie's eyes widened.

Then he quickly recovered. He had no idea he was so obvious- or that Myra was paying so much attention. "It's not like that. We're not like that." He protested.

"You're right it's not. He doesn't love you." Myra leaned in. "He's mine. And after we get married you can say goodbye to these skype chats and emails. Edward won't need any of you. "

"Eddie always needs us, we need each other. That's the fucking point of friendship." Richie was outraged hearing all this. No one split up the losers, especially not some Mrs. K incarnate.

"He's told me all about your 'friendship'. About that summer none of you remember, him breaking his arm. From how he tells it it sounds like you were responsible for it" She paused to let that sink in. "Well now I'm here to protect him, you'll never touch him again. Listening to him talk about you, he thinks the sun shines out your ass. He thinks you'll protect him from everything and that you'll always be there. But where were you when his arm was broken? And over the years? I can see through your bullshit, you only care about yourself." She looked pleased with herself.

Richie was trying to think of a response when he heard Eddie returning. "Hey honey, are you and Richie talking?" He sounded surprised.

"Just wanted to get you know your best man, dear." Myra said, looking down at Richie as she stood.

"Oh, ok, great!" Eddie seemed eager to believe this lie. He went to sit back down but Myra caught his face and kissed him hard. Eddie seemed uncomfortable and Richie knew it was for his benefit. Power play.

When she finally let go she said "Don't be too late, I'll be waiting, baby."

Eddie sat down again, looking stunned. Richie's blood was boiling. I'm taking Eddie back he thought. That bitch is going down.