#floswrote

“ ONLY TO YOU. ” Frank mumbled as he tucked his head into Sandra’s neck, arms finding a COMFORTABLE place around her waist. Lips pressing once to the skin of her neck before he just settled himself there. Eyes closed and the hum of a familiar tune leaving his lips, hips swaying slowly, moving her with him. Something by The Paris Sisters, he’s sure. Something LOVEY DOVEY, which was on brand for Frank. 

“ How was class? ”

“ 𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 in the whole wide world and life would be boring without you... ” Eddie spoke, tone sarcastic but 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇. 

Truths shared under a stupid blanket fort they had built in Richie’s bedroom, held up by his chest of drawers and some kinda 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 stack of comics. Eddie had been cautiously watching it for far too long, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄. He didn’t wanna be surprised attacked by the blanket.

“ Now, you copy me, okay? 𝑰’𝑴 𝑨𝑵 𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑻... ”

Eddie found a comfort though, a comfort he had access to for a long while. But, right now, HE NEEDED IT MORE THAN EVER. And, it was the weekend, so he had the opportunity to actually stay at Richie’s for the night. He had taken the stuff he needed with him to school, making it easier to go straight there and get the comfort he needed.

It didn’t take long, greeting Richie’s mother before locking themselves away. Resting on the bed, CLOSE and COMFORTABLE for the first official time in a week. Just carefully wrapping his arms around Richie’s waist, hiding his face in the other’s back. Not saying anything, just appreciating the PROXIMITY and SAFETY for a moment.

Eddie liked to believe he wasn’t the one to put the blame on people. If anything, most of the time, he would stand up for his mistakes. However, NOW WASN’T THE TIME. Not while Richie was curled up, laughing his ass off, and Eddie had been staring at the same spot for the last five minutes. His face was white, ghostly, sheer panic. What else was he suppose to do? Think this was fine. It definitely wasn’t. His mother was going to kill him. After fourteen wonderful, well a bit of an exaggeration, years of his life, Edward Anthony Kasbrak was going to die. Rest in piece. Or pieces maybe, JUST LIKE THE FUCKING WINDOW.

  spencer gripped at the bag of arthur’s DRUG OF CHOICE in the pocket of his black hoodie. he shifted his weight from foot to foot, actively scanning the public area for a watching eye -- hoping to god nobody was looking. his voice was stern, but low, looking at arthur with a dead serious expression ; lips set in a line, eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed.

“ I didn’t even fuckin’ do anything? ”

He did. Not on purpose though, for once. It was a complete accident. He promises. The skateboard had just been in the way, the bike accidentally smacked down on top of it... And, well, now it was in half. Sure, he could’ve tried to ride around it but he didn’t think about that. He was a little bit sorry. Just a little bit. Because, well, he didn’t mean to. “ It was an accident. ”

Eddie, for the life of him, couldn’t work out what could be said that might upset him. Right now anyways. Still, the sentence freaked him the fuck out. Made him a little defensive. His whole stance changed. Still, defensive, awaiting whatever the fuck she was gonna tell him. Arms crossed and eyes just looking at her.

“ Well... Fuckin’ go on then. ”