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A week had gone by since Eddie and Richie had last spoken to each other.

After their argument at the quarry, they stopping talking.

Rather, Eddie stopped talking to Richie.

He'd call Eddie's home phone but never got an answer, just the same voicemail over and over again.

"My moms probably making me do something with her, leave a message," was the closest he got to hearing Eddie's voice in those nine days, he missed it.

Richie missed so much of him.

He felt ridiculous admitting even to himself how much he adored the sound of Eddie's voice and everything else about him. He'd spent so much time making fun of people that were in relationships saying how it was almost laughable at how much couples seemed to obsessed over each other.

"There's no way in Lucifers Hot Hell that you can like someone that much." He'd say.

He became a hypocrite and found himself doing the things he'd make fun of. He thought sneaking out of windows was stupid, but there he was, sneaking out of Eddie's window at one in the morning. He felt the same about calling someone by a pet name, randomly kissing them, buying them flowers  and going on dates. These were all things he learned to love and enjoy doing. He understood why people wanted to do all those things for their partners. The smile on Eddie's face was always priceless.

Eddie always tried to do the same. He'd buy him flowers or CD's and vinyls, comic books, anything Richie loved.

They both just wanted to keep each other happy.

Richie felt like he could listen to Eddie talk for hours, didn't matter if he was rambling on about germs or diseases. As long as Richie could listen to the sound of his voice, that was enough for him.

The main reason he said the things he did was to hear Eddie's laugh or see him smile. He loved the disgusted, confused look on Eddie's face after Richie told him a dirty joke he didn't understand.

When they kissed Richie felt like he was on cloud 9, like nothing could go wrong. He learned to love the taste of Eddie's medicated peppermint chapstick, the rack of fanny packs he kept in his room, the constant reminders to put on sunscreen and how much he pushed him to get his glasses fixed.

Sure, there were times he felt like Eddie was being a bit overbearing but Richie knew that was his love language. They were reminders for him to take care of himself and it was Eddie's way of looking out for him.

He loved how invincible he made him feel. He loved feeling like they were the only two people in the world, they could get through anything together. Everything just felt so right when they were together.

Richie couldn't get enough this boy.

Every second they spent together, Richie cherished. Every movie they saw, study night, board game, make out session, even the days they spent simply talking were memories he held so dearly. It didn't matter how small or insignificant the moment seemed, to Richie they always felt important and worth remembering because it was time spent with Eddie Kaspbrak.

The boy with an obsession with sunscreen, who tolerated Richie's childishness and loved Richie's jokes despite how much he pretended to hate them, had his entire heart.

Anything Eddie did was perfect in Richie's eyes, it was like he could do no wrong. He knew Eddie was one of the most pure hearted people on this planet, he didn't have a single bad intentioned bone in his body.

All these memories flooded Richie's mind, making their separation much more painful. He was feeling so many things at the same time he could barely process and understand each individual emotion.