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“Who was your first kiss?”
It was a good question. Good question indeed. Eddie had his first kiss with a girl a year older, Mary Wilson; she had blond hair (and asthma) and green eyes. They kissed three times, then she got a boyfriend a year older than her. He wasn’t in love with her or anything. And now he could ask Richie and have a good answer when the question was returned to him.
They were alone that day. The other losers were busy with homework, sick or visiting aunties. Eddie made all his homework already and Richie… oh Richie wouldn’t do it until the last second.
Anyway, it was Saturday, and playing with only two people wasn’t that funny, so they decided to organize the club. When Richie was busy with their comic books, Eddie took the moment to grab a little (that wasn’t natural of him, but he was feeling confident that day). And that confidence made the end of the day very different from what he planned at the first place.
“Who was your first kiss?”
Richie didn’t even look at him.
“Your mum.”
“Bip-bip Richie. I’m serious.”
“So am I, Eds.”
“Don’t call me Eds! And I’m serious, who was it?”
“Who was yours?” he asked almost accusatory, now looking at him.
“Mary Wilson” he said smiling “, before she got her new boyfriend. And yours?”
Richie turned back to look at the comic books.
Eddie took his asthma inhaler out of his fanny pack, but didn’t use it, he just held it while he organized his thoughts. Then he aspired the medicine for good luck.
“Richie… you didn’t answer me.”
He said nothing.
“Richie…” he approached him. Richie’s face was red. “…who was your first kiss?”
“Can’t we drop this subject?”
“I want to know.”
Richie looked so serious and a little humiliated. Why Eddie was acting like this?
“I never kissed anyone. Everyone thinks I’m gross. Happy?”
“It’s not a big deal, we’re only thirteen. And I don’t think you’re gross” he muttered, just loud enough for him to listen.
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
He didn’t seem to believe it. Eddie held his hand to prove his point.
“Don’t pity me” Richie said and tried release his hand, but Eddie didn’t let him. “It doesn’t matter anyway, you won’t kiss me, will you?” he asked ironically and tried to release his hand again.
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Eddie, that’s—”
“Do you want?”
“Edward! Why are you—” he was desperate now. First name level of desperate!
“Do you?”
“Well, we’re already holding hands. But you should take me to dinner first” that was a desperate joke attempt, to make Eddie see how absurd this situation was.
“Is that a yes, Richard?” he was feeling so, so bold.
Richie said nothing, he couldn’t say anything, he only felt his face burning, and even so Eddie seemed so calm. But he wasn’t so calm; actually, he was worried about Richie, the boy was almost passing out. He took his other hand too.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
And Richie nodded, because the cat ate his tongue for real.
Eddie leaned a little towards Richie and planted the most gentle and calm kiss ever on his lips.
“I’m your first kiss” he smiled.