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3rd person POV

The cool Autumn air flicks Richie's dark curls as he walks down the street towards his best friend's house. They had arranged this sleepover two weeks ago, and Richie is ecstatic. In his opinion, it's been far to long since they had some alone time, three weeks to be exact. Three weeks!

Soon he comes to a stop outside Eddie's front door, and smooths out his hair a little before knocking. Loud footsteps run down the stairs, before the door swings open.
"Rich!" Eddie beams.
"Eds!" Richie returns with just as much enthusiasm, ruffling the shorter boy's hair. Eddie giggles and slaps his hand away.
"C'mon in then," he says, stepping aside for Richie to enter.

"I brought candy," Richie announces as he unties his shoes and slips them off, "I know your mom never lets you have any, so we're gonna have a feast while she's away!"
Eddie chuckles and nods his head.
"Wanna go upstairs?" he asks.
"Sure,"

The two boys run up the stairs, Richie taking his backpack - stuffed with sweets - with him. Whilst Eddie goes to the bathroom, Richie walks into his bedroom and pulls the duvet and pillows off the bed, arranging them in the corner to make a kind of den for them to sit in.

Eddie sighs as he enters, used to Richie wrecking his neatly arranged bedroom. The two sit down, shoulders touching, and wrap the duvet around them. Richie places the backpack in front of them, unzipping it. All different types of candy immediately spill out, including many packs of multicoloured pop rocks.

Richie tears open a sachet, and shakes the pop rocks into his mouth, smiling at Eddie's disgusted expression.
"Ewww, pop rocks are gross!" He exclaims, scrunching his nose up in such a cute way that it makes Richie's heart flutter. Richie moves his mouth right next to Eddie's ear and opens it.
"Stop it, asshole!" Eddie says, pushing Richie away. The Trashmouth only laughs, saying
"Can't you hear the popping?"
"Yes I can hear the popping, it's disgusting!"
"Aww come on Eds, just try one? For me?" Richie pleads, doing his best puppy dog eyes but failing dramatically.
"Fine."

Eddie snatches a pack of blue pop rocks and shakes a few into his mouth, instantly regretting it and running to the bin at the side of his room. He spits them in, gags, and returns to his spot on the floor.
"You tried the wrong ones!" Richie exclaims, "The blue ones are always bad! You should've had pink," to emphasise this, he tips an entire pack of pink ones into his mouth, grinning.
"I'm not trying the pink ones!" Eddie persists, rolling his eyes at Richie's stupidity.
"Oh I think you will," Richie says.
"What do you mean-"

Suddenly, Richie's lips are pressed against Eddie's, pop rocks and all. Fireworks seem to go off, or maybe it's just the pop rocks, and Eddie leans in a little. Once he has a mouthful of pop rocks, Eddie pulls away and looks at Richie.
"What... what the fuck was that?" He asks. It's not that he didn't enjoy it, he just didn't expect it.
"How else would I have gotten you to try it?" Richie asks, laughing to cover up his embarrassment, but his scarlet cheeks give him away.

For a while, the two eat the candy in uncomfortable silence, before Eddie announces it's probably time to make dinner. They head downstairs, and walk into the kitchen.
"I'll make it," Richie says, "wanna go choose a movie?" Eddie nods and walks into the front room.

Turns out, Richie's a pretty good cook. He taught himself, after being left home alone for countless nights, starving. He makes spaghetti with tomato sauce, obviously. When it's finally done, Richie divides the pasta into two bowls and grates some cheese on top before bringing it in to where Eddie is sat on the sofa.

Eddie takes his bowl as Richie plops down next to him.
"Damn Rich, I didn't know you could cook!" He exclaims, eating a mouthful and humming in approvement.
"What can I say? I'm amazing! Wait, is that cannibalism Eddie Spaghetti?"
"Shut up,"

They watch the movie Eddie picked out, cuddling up together, and soon the credits are rolling.
"It's 11:45, wanna go to bed?" Richie asks, pointing to the clock on the wall. Eddie yawns, and Richie takes that as a yes. He picks Eddie up and runs up the stairs, Eddie giggling sleepily as he does so. He puts Eddie down on the bed, and puts some blankets on the floor to lie on.
"Noooo, come up here!" Eddie says, yawning again and making grabby hands at Richie.

Richie chuckles and gets into bed next to the other boy, who wraps his arms around Richie's neck and pulls him closer, nuzzling into his chest. Richie runs his hands through Eddie's hair, earning a content sigh in return. Soon they drift of to sleep, warm in each other's embrace.

*time skip*

"Rich! Rich, wake up!" Eddie whispers, shaking Richie's shoulders.
"Huh?" Richie groans, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he looks up at a panicked Eddie.
"My mom! She's back!"
"Oh shit!"
"Shhh, keep your voice down! You're gonna have to go out the window,"

Richie nods, getting up and sliding open the side window. Eddie follows, and watches as Richie skilfully slips out, standing on the window ledge so his face is level with the open window. Sonia's shuffling footsteps begin at the bottom of the stairs.
"Bye Eds!" Richie whisper-shouts, and is about to jump down when Eddie pulls him in by his collar, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"Eddie bear! Are you up?" Sonia's shrill voice calls from just outside the door.
"Yes mamma! I'm just getting dressed!" he replies, quickly sliding the window shut as a dazed Richie jumps down, stumbling across the lawn and running all the way home.

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idk why but listening to Melanie Martinez whilst writing this really hit different.

the pop rocks bit was inspired by a oneshot i read a couple days ago but the writing is my own

it's been a while since i did a longer update like this, hope u enjoyed :D

just curious, do u guys prefer short updates (around 600 words) or long updates (around 1000 words)? also which POV do u prefer?

oh and thanks for 100 votes!

this is unedited so soz for any mistakes lol