❝ richie in the bathroom by himself ❞

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 eddie's pov 

i slowly walk into the house, which was... you know, richie's. 

he's barricaded himself in the bathroom because of his parents not knowing about his fear of clowns.

and what did they do for his birthday?

hire a clown.

which he was petrified of, because of what happened during that whole summer.

i walk to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

" richie, get out of the damn bathroom. " i say, " the guy's friendly. "

' NO! ' i hear from the other side.

the door suddenly slams open, and i'm pulled into the bathroom.

" wh- "

" richie what the fuck "

" sorry dude but this is fucking serious i hate clowns "

" .. "

me, being really short (shorter than him by 3 inches), i try to give him a peck on the check, but kiss him on on the jaw instead.

" ok woah what are you doing- " richie asks me, his face going a little red,

" oh, im just trying to give you a kiss so i can get you into a trance and get you out of this damn bathroom. "

" ... eddie-- NO- "

" i'll stay with you richie-- don't worry "

" fine, but only under one condition : "

richie's pov

" i'll come out of the bathroom.. only if i can carry you. "

" i'm not some stuffed teddy bear or anything.. " eddie remarks.

" but fine. "

i walk out of the bathroom with eddie, and he hops into my arms.

" OK I'LL COME OUT I GOT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE WITH ME HES MY COMFORT OBJECT " i shout, eddie's face going pink

// a/n : and thats it!

i suck at writing stuff like this lmao

yeah

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