HELLO!!! so this is super late, and quite short but i needed to write something ughguihr! my school trip was awful but im back!!
Summary: (modern au) Eddie forgets his books, and the love of his life is kind enough to go and get them for him
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Eddie Kaspbrak was always a bundle of nerves. Maybe it was the way he was raised. That was probably it. HIs mother was a complete psychopath, so it made sense that he was a bundle of nerves. The day that Eddie decided he would tell Richie he loved him, he was the biggest bundle of nerves, in the world. At least thatās what he felt like.
He woke up that morning, full of dread for the day ahead. He had given himself a pep talk the night before, persuading himself that it was a good idea. He had called Bill, and whined down the phone to him for around an hour. Bill had hung up in the middle of Eddie talking, after shouting down the phone about how he needed sleep.
Eddie had gotten dressed slowly, picking out his favourite pale pink jumper, and black skinny jeans. He was just putting his pastel purple vans when his mother called him down for breakfast. He felt his pulse quicken, as he checked his hair in the mirror, slipped his phone in his pocket, and grabbed his bag.
Forty minutes later he was stood at his locker, beside Beverly, who was talking about Ben. She was basically gushing about how sweet he was, and how lovely his personality was. Eddie was only half listening, and only slightly nodding along.
His thoughts were purely consumed by thoughts of Richie. He was desperately trying to think of what to say to him. How to open up to him. He was even trying to imagine Richieās reaction. What would he do?
Eddieās thoughts were interrupted by the bell ringing loudly, and dragging him out of his thoughts. Beverly grabbed Eddieās arm and guided him down the hall towards their homeroom, continuing to gush about Ben. Eddie continued to think.
Eddie sat at the back of his homeroom, in his usual seat, yawning quietly. He had been so deep in thought he didn't even notice Richie walk in, until he was sat down beside him, muttering a quiet, āMorning, Edsā, under his breath.
Eddie turned to look at Richie, taking in his appearance. He was wearing his black hoodie, with an old nirvana t-shirt under it. He was also wearing ripped, black, skinny jeans, and beat up, old black vans. His hair was curly, and slightly messy, and Richie was wearing his contact lenses. Eddie always thought he looked cuter in his glasses.
Richie had began dressing in mostly black, and mostly band t-shirts, around the same time that Eddie started wearing pastel colours, and putting flowers in his hair. They looked like polar opposites. But they were still the same people as they were when they first met. Their personalities never seemed to change.
āMorning.ā Eddie murmured, playing with his hands.
āYou okay, Eddie Spaghetti? You seem sad this morning.ā Richie said, looking at Eddie, closely. āOh shit, did you see me sneaking out of your momās room this morning?ā
Eddie rolled his eyes at the joke. āShut up, I'm just tired.ā Eddie shrugged, opening his bag to get his school journal out. āAnd donāt call me that.ā
āRelax, Edās, Iām just teasing you.ā Richie watched Eddie, running a hand through his hair. āWhatās wrong..?ā Richie asked, after he noticed Eddie beginning to panic.
āI forgot to get my books from my locker. I was talking to Bev instead, and I completely forgot to actually get my books.ā Eddieās hands seemed to be shaking, and he didnāt know how to stop them. āIām gonna be late for class. Miss Clarksonās gonna kill me.ā
āWhatās your locker code?ā Richie asked quickly. Eddie looked at him, his face covered in confusion. Ā āIāll get your books, whatās the locker code?ā Richie asked again.
āThen youāll be late for class..ā Eddie said slowly.
āI donāt care about that type of thing, Edās.ā Eddie bit his lip, writing his locker code down, and handing it to Richie. Richie gave him a small smile, and as soon as the bell went, he was gone.
Eddie grabbed his own bag, getting up slowly, and walking out of the room, with Beverly, once again. They walked to class, in silence, which Eddie was actually thankful for. He wanted to be alone, in his head, with his own thoughts.
They took their usual seats, in Miss Clarksonās class. Beverly sat at the front, beside Ben and Bill. Eddie sat at the back, beside Richie, who hadnāt arrived yet. He took his seat slowly, opening his bag and taking out his pencil case, and his notebook. He looked around, as the room began filling up, his eyes falling upon the door. He was desperate for Richie to just walk through it, holding his book, and grinning.
Eddie waited patiently, hoping Richie could sleep in before Miss Clarkson turned around. But she did, clasping her hands together, her eyes scanning the room. She sighed, clearing her throat, as she stared at Richieās empty seat. āWhere is Mr Tozier?ā
āHere!ā Richie said, quickly, stumbling into the class. āI was talking to my homeroom teacher!ā Miss Clarkson eyes him slowly. She was suspicious. But she sighed, giving up.
āJust take your seat Mr Tozier. Donāt be late for my classes again.ā Miss Clarkson waved her hand toward his seat, turning back the the board. Richie hurried down to his seat, sliding into into the chair, and pulling his backpack into his lap, as Miss Clarkson began teaching the class.
Two books landed on Eddieās desk. He looked over at Richie, who had a bright grin on his face, and Eddie almost melted into his seat. He didnāt know what came over him, but his thoughts were flooded by the fact that Richie would risk getting in trouble just so Eddie wouldnāt. Eddie had no idea what he was doing when he opened his mouth. His mind was too full.
āI love you.ā The words tumbled out of Eddieās mouth before he could stop them. Richieās eyes widened in shock at the same time as Eddieās did. They both stared at each other for a second, before Eddie turned back, to face the front of the room.
His entire face had gone red, and he couldnāt bare to look at Richie. He simply opened his book, and attempted to catch up with the class. But his mind was racing, and his pulse was quickening. Eddie played with his hands, fidgeting. He felt sick. He felt like he was going to be violently ill. But he pulled through, attempting to pay attention to the class.
As soon as the bell rang, Eddie sprang out of his seat, dragging his bag behind him. He wanted to race to his next class, and hopefully avoid Richie for the rest of the day. But just as he was joining a crowd, in the hallway, which was shuffling towards their next classes, when a hand grabbed his arm, dragging him to the side.
He turned with wide eyes, to shout, until he realised it was Richie. He attempted to pull his arm away, but Richie tightened his grip, pulling him into an empty classroom, and closing the door quickly, locking it. Eddie sighed loudly, turning to him.
āIām sorry, I didnāt mean to just.. Just spring that on you..ā Eddie said slowly, looking down. He felt stupid, and uncomfortable. He ran a hand through his hair, quickly, glancing up at Richie.
āYouāre not wearing flowers in your hair today.ā Richie observed. He seemed oddly calm. HIs hands were shoved in his pockets, and he was leaning against an empty table.
āI didnāt have time..ā Eddie shrugged, shoving his own hands in his pockets.
Richie stood up straight, pulling his bag off his shoulder and unzipping it. He leaned down, reaching into his bag. Eddie watched him, curiously. Richie stood up after a second, holding whatever he had gotten out of his bag behind his back.
āClose your eyes.ā Richie ordered. Eddie stared at him for a second, opening his mouth to protest, but Richie cut him off. āDo it.ā Eddie huffed, covering his eyes with his hand. He heard Richie walk closer to him, and he held his breath, unsure of what Richie was going to do. He felt something get placed on his head, and he immediately pulled his hands away from his eyes, putting them on his head.
āDid you just put a handmade flower crown on my head, Rich?ā Eddie rose an eyebrow. Richie blushed slightly, looking down.
āBeverly taught me how to make one.ā He explained, shrugging slightly.
āWhyād you wanna make one?ā Eddie questioned, watching Richie.
āSo I could give it to you when I told you I loved you.ā Eddieās breath hitched in his throat, as Richie said it. He opened his mouth, attempting to say something, but no words came out of his mouth.
His mind was still attempting to process what Richie said, when Richie grabbed Eddieās cheek, and pulled him into a soft kiss. Eddie kissed back immediately, melting into Richieās touch. He felt his entire body relax. Every thought he had was gone.
Richie pulled away slowly, leaning his forehead on Eddieās. āI love you.ā He stated, staring into the shorter boys eyes.
āI love you too.ā Eddie said, pulling Richie into another kiss.