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Beverly Marsh did not wanna wake up this way today.
Her phone buzzed loudly beside her and she slowly woke, “What?”
She rubbed her eyes, feeling for the object and once she felt it the bright screen hit her eyes and she closed them tightly, “Ow, what the fuck? Who’s texting me at,” she looked at the time, “3 am.”
Once she saw the name, she wasn’t surprised.
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Trashmouth: i need your help
Me: what did you do this time
Me: is it about your gay crush on eddie or no
Trashmouth: who said i had a crush on eddie
Trashmouth: but i do need your help because i did something yesterday
Trashmouth: cant say im proud of it. meet me at the kissing bridge
Me: fine but you owe me one
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Bev sighed loudly, pushing her sheets off her and she made her way towards her closet.
Once she got fresh clothes on and looked slightly presentable she opened her door. She tiptoed down to the front door, hoping her dad didn’t hear her.
She put her arms over each other, trying to keep her body warmth from completely disappearing.
Once she made her way over to the bridge and saw Richie, she jogged over to him.
“Hey,” she said, making Richie jump, “What did you need at almost 4 am?”
Richie bit his lip, “Uhm, well, can I tell you something?”
Bev nodded, “Yeah, totally.”
Richie took a deep breath, “Okay, um, I dont want you to hate me after this, okay?”
“Richie,” Bev said softly, “Unless you commit a crime im not gonna hate you.”
“Okay, okay,” Richie took another breath, “I think I like Eddie and I may or may not of carved our initials into the kissing bridge.”
Bev laughed, “No way, couldn’t tell,” she replied, knocking him in the shoulder, “But seriously, its pretty obvious you like him.”
“Fuck,” Richie whined, “Do you think he knows?”
Bev shrugged, “Time will tell but honestly the name carving is really cute but really cheesy, like Jesus Christ, are you even Richie Tozier?”
Richie laughed, “Shut up.”
Bev smiled. She was really happy for her friends. They always yelled and bickered at each other but she knew they cared and, honestly, she thought they’d make a cute couple.
“Do you think I should tell him?” Richie asked, staring down at the ground below the bridge. It was kinda weird there was no river, just a hill, Bev thought.
“It’s your choice,” She replied, “Im sure he will be happy.” She patted his shoulder, grinning and she started to walk away.
“Wait, what does that mean,” Richie asked and she just waved at him.
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Shit.
Richie sighed loudly, looking as Bev walked away. Fuck. Fuck! What was he supposed to do now?
He looked down at the carvings and smiled lightly. Eddie wouldn’t be too mad if he woke him up, would he?
And then he sprinted off.
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“Fuck off!” Eddie yelled into his pillow when he heard the hundredth rock hit his window tonight. He waited for a moment, waiting for his mom but she never came.
He groaned, pushing his body up and off the bed. He slammed open his window and looked down to see Richie.
What a surprise, he thought bitterly.
“What the fuck do you want, do you know what time it is?” Eddie frowned, checking his clock on the nightstand, “4:03 A.M!”
Richie nodded, “Yep! Can i come in?”
Eddie mumbled something under his breathe, “Find a way in, asshole.”
As soon as Eddie got comfortable in his bed again, hoping Richie gave up and he was about to fall asleep, a thump woke him up.
“Ow.”
“You idiot,” Eddie groaned, flopping on his back.
“Cmon, Eds,” Richie said, plopping down on Eddie’s bed and making Eddie bounce, “Don’t be like that.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Richie grinned, “Open your eyes.”
Eddie peaked at him, glaring.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry.”
“I wont hesitate to throw you back out that window.”
“Wow! Fierce!” Richie said, beaming.
“Shut up,” Eddie mumbled, “What did you want?”
Then Richie froze.
“I- um, well,” Richie fumbled with his hands.
“Is it about how I called you pretty yesterday?” Eddie asked softly and Richie made a face, “Not exactly but its apart of it.” He replied.
“Why did you? Call me pretty, I mean,” Richie added when Eddie made a confused face, “I mean, my glasses are big and definitely don’t make me any cuter. And my hair is big and curly and it always looks horrible and-“
“Hey,” Eddie said and Richie looked up from where he was staring at his lap, “None of that is true. And no matter how many times you make me wanna punch the living shit out of you, you’re definitely not ugly.” Eddie scooted closer, closing his hands over Richie’s.
“You really think so?”
Eddie nodded, “Yeah.”
Richie smiled, “Can I kiss you?”
Eddie nodded quickly and then it happened.
It wasn’t all fireworks and explosions like people said it was, (probably because Richie’s glasses were in the way), but it was perfect for him. He pressed his hands against Richie’s cheeks and felt Richie slide his hands up his arms.
They pulled apart quickly, hearing footsteps come to his room and Eddie shoved Richie under his covers, “If you fucking even make a noise, I will murder you.”
Then his mom came in.
“Eddie-bear, what are you doing up? Its late and you should be asleep.”
“I just had to go pee, Ma, was about to go back to bed.”
She eyed around the room suspiciously, not seeing the Richie sized lump on his bed and Eddie thought he was about to shit himself. She hummed, “Okay, goodnight.”
And she left.
Eddie sighed loudly, “Holy fuck.”
“Heya, Eds, not to ruin the moment but I can’t breathe under these covers.”
“Oh. Oh yeah, sorry.”
“‘S okay.”
Richie got up and they sat in silence for a moment, “Um, Eddie?”
“Hm?”
“Are we dating or are we just very straight friends who kiss a lot,” Richie asked, “Please say were boyfriends.”
“You want to be my boyfriend?” Eddie asked, grinning.
“Yeah, of course, I literally kissed you earlier,” Richie said.
“Okay,” Eddie said, “Then lets be boyfriends.”
“Oh but what about Ms. K? She will be sad.”
“And you ruined the moment.”