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Its 12 A.M.
Thats all Richie really knows at that moment, other than the fact that he was just rudely awoken by a knock at the door.
He rubs his eyes, hearing the knock again and he pushes himself up and out of his bedsheets.
Richie fumbles around on his nightstand, grabbing his glasses and he puts them on his face. He thinks they’re probably crooked but he cant bring himself to care as he stumbles over to door, the floor creaking under him.
When he does manage to get out his room and to his front door without tripping and dying, he opens it and finds someone.
The person at his door looks like they were about to knock again but they’ve stopped, staring ahead at Richie with a familiar, annoyed expression on their face.
“Holy shit,” Richie whispers and he’s suddenly wide awake.
“Hey,” the guy brings his fist down, “Long time no see?”
“Oh my god,” Richie rubs his eyes and looks back up, like he’s hallucinating, “Eddie? Is that you? Is insanity finally getting to me, I mean I’m only forty—“
“It’s me.”
“But you died! I saw it! You- you—“ Richie shouts, way too loud for it to be midnight and Eddie shushes him.
“Jesus, can we talk about this inside? You’re gonna make it seem like you’re actually going fucking insane,” Eddie whisper-yells and he pushes Richie in.
“Sorry, it’s just,” Richie closes the door behind him, locking it, “I saw you die, Eds, you died in my arms,” Richie looks down at the floor, the memory flashing in front of his eyes.
“I- I know and it may seem fucking crazy but I’m alive now,” Eddie places a hand on Richie’s arm, making him look at Eddie, “I don’t know how it happened or why. I just woke up and then searched for three goddamn hours for you, so be grateful.”
“How did you get here in three hours?”
“Long story,” Eddie sighs.
Richie nods, walking over to his couch and he flops on there and its not long after that he breaks.
He can feel the tears well up in his eyes and they fall down his cheeks.
Richie lets out a sob, pushing his glasses off and he presses his hands against his eyes, like that will help the tears go away.
“Hey,” Eddie sits next to him, placing a hand on his back, “Rich, why are you crying?”
“Because you died, Eddie,” Richie looks up, his eyes are already slightly red, “You stopped breathing . It was fucking terrifying and - and the others wouldn’t help. And if we made it out, I was gonna tell you something important.” He mumbles out the end.
“What - what were you gonna tell me?” Eddie asks softly, scooting closer, “I’m here now.”
“Nothing.”
Eddie scoffs, “It obviously wasn’t nothing if it was important.”
“I love you,” Richie looks up, “That was it.”
“I love you, too,” Eddie says back, “All the losers do.”
“No,” Richie puts his hands in his face again, “fuck, you idiot. ”
“Idiot? Please, out of the two of us you are the dumbass—“
“I’m in love with you!” Richie shouts, and he kinda feels better with that out, “And its not in a friend way. I’m fucking head over heels for you and anyone thats seen us together could see it, besides you, I guess.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” Richie repeats, “I literally just confessed my love to you and thats what you say?”
“Well sorry ,” Eddie’s face goes from soft to angry and Richie finds it cute, surprisingly, “I just fucking died and came back then came three fucking hours to get here and you just lay on the fact that you love me, what am I supposed to say, genius?”
“I don’t know,” Richie leans back up and fumbles with his hands, “do you- do you love me?”
“I’m married.”
Richie’s heart breaks at that, “Oh, so it’s a no.”
Eddie is quick to reply, “No- no, Richie. I don’t love her. I don’t even know why I married her, fuck. Richie, I do love you.”
“Please don’t tell me you mean it in a friend way.”
“No,” Eddie laughs a little, “No, I love you. Like love love you. ”
Richie smiles and theres still tears in his eyes.
Eddie wipes Richie’s cheeks, “So are you gonna kiss me or not?”
Richie’s smile gets wider as he leans in, pressing their lips together.