- eddie turned eighteen and got really drunk on a party last night, for the first time. his boyfriend, richie, had to take care of him and now, they need to talk, because eddie has never done anything like that. what is he going to say?
- as i promised, here’s a part two! the first one is called drunk eds. click and read, if you want.
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it was 9 am in the morning, when the smaller boy’s eyes slowly opened as he found himself…
where was he?
eddie though, immediately sitting down, the blanket falling down the couch as it completely got on the floor, next to a red bucket that has been there, why, though? eddie thought, his eyes still blurry as he rubbed them, trying to focus.
his eyes were like a camera, the one that you had to wait hours to focus on, and when he finally did, he noticed a dark curls next to his arm — they were richie’s. he was lying, right next to him, most likely sleeping. he had to fall asleep watching after him. what happened? what was richie doing here and…
is this beverly’s house?
“good morning, eddie.”
beverly said, approaching him as she smiled, trying to cheer him up a bit.
(oh, he definitely looked even worse than yesterday, seemed like he didn’t remember, though?)
judging by the look on his face, as his thick eyebrows were shrugged and his eyes were looking at her, literally like crazy.
was he dreaming?
“do you remember? richie dragged you all the way over here, from the party. you were drunk as hell, eddie."
she said, twisting small curl of hair with her finger as she sat down into her comfy armchair, that was on the left side of the room, you could say in the middle, since it wasn’t next to him, but neither right in front of him.
oh shit, he thought for real, now.
richie had to drag him in here?
did he say something?
why was he wearing this?
did he got his clothes dirty?
did richie see him naked?
what the fuck?
oh boy, he really wished he didn’t just wake up… is richie gonna want to talk about it? what if he did something, he doesn’t remember. why doesn’t he remember? this was so mind blowing.
"can i… use the bathroom?"
he said, slowly, confused. was he confused? beverly explained it to him, kind of. but she wasn’t the one that was with him, when he was drunk, right? what if he did something, that he shouldn’t?
what if he kissed another guy?
or even worse?
she said, raising her eyebrows at eddie, no longer smiling. eddie nodded, slowly getting up from the couch, trying so hard not to wake up his boyfriend, that was literally squeezed by eddie, before he got up. then, he rushed right into the bathroom, having a hard time controling his balance when standing up, but he didn’t fall. might seemed he was about to, but he didn’t.
he spent an hour in the bathroom, washing his face and thinking, sitting with his hand rested on his forehead as he was propped against the sink.
once he came out, he was expecting richie to probably wake up, too. and so he saw. richie was sitting in the armchair beverly sit in before, propped and resting his hand too, the same way.
why did eddie feel like he was about to walk into a law court?
he wished to just sneak out, but instead, he just went back to the living room, looking at richie. when richie saw him walk in, he stopped resting his head and looked up, standing from the armchair.
eddie was just standing there, avoiding his boyfriend’s look. he probably wanted to explain, what even got into his mind when he suddendly decided to drink and leave him, making richie act like a mother to him, definitely a better one, but that wasn’t his position and job.
"how are you feeling?"
richie started off, calmly.
eddie nodded, looking down, at the carpet. he couldn’t face richie. he was so embarrassed.
"what the fuck got into you last night, eds?"
richie said, trying to keep his voice low, beverly didn’t have to hear this.
"you’re not my mom to ask me that, i’m eighteen, i can do what the fuck i want."
eddie said, definitely not silently. unlikely to richie, at this point, he didn’t really care if someone heard them, in that moment.
"i’m not, but i’m your boyfriend.”
richie said, stuttering a bit as he was trying to reason eddie.
“yeah, but that’s not a reason to yell at me."
"i’m fucking sorry, eds. okay? i’m sorry that i care about you and am trying to look after you. i just fucking care. that’s it.”
eddie froze, his lips were no longer able to move and he could feel it. his mind was everywhere, he couldn’t think of anything to say, so he just stood there, avoiding richie’s eyes once again.
“did i say something i shouldn’t?"
eddie broke the silence, looking at richie.
richie’s mouth closed, as he shook with his head from side to side.
”no, you just whispered something and then fell asleep.“
eddie’s stubborn head said after a while.
“for always taking care of me.”