Eddies POV

'Fuck, fuck, fuck' was all I could think as I leaned closer to Richie's face but I was too far gone. I closed my eyes and leaned in all the way with out thinking and kissed him.

I was kissing Richie!!

I was panicking in my head. And I pulled away slowly, still processing. I couldn't think. I was frozen. But before I had time to react. Richie pulled me into another kiss.

This time my mind went blank. And all I could think about was the kiss. It felt... amazing. His soft lips moved along mine. I reached my hands up to his cheeks and pulled him in closer. Deepening the kiss. Loving every second of it. My eyes fell shut as I melted under his touch.

After another moment we pulled away. Both of us were out of breath. I opened my eyes, which were now glazed. The weed much have just kicked in.

I smiled and kissed him once more before pulling away. A big wide smile, plastered on my face. I put my hand over my lips and just smiled.

"So... I'm high." I said softly feeling my body get fuzzy and my brain drifting. Richie smiled and sat up a bit.

"And we kissed." He said smiling some more. He looked like an idiot but is was so cute.

"Yeah, Ha, we did..." I said slowly still processing it. I though about it more but I was just so dumbfounded.

"Your a good kisser." He said shakily as he picked the bowl up and took his first real hit. Holding it much longer than I ever could. He took a few more hits and put his bowl back in the box. And placed it on his night stand.

Once he cleaned everything up I couldn't help myself. I turned him towards me and kissed him again.

His eyes closed almost immediately and he brought his hand up behind my head pulling me closer. He pulled away quickly not losing his smile.

"So, I'm high now." He said softly. We stared at each other for another moment before we both started laughing.

I rolled onto my side and I held my stomach in a fit of laugher. Richie joined me laying down on the bed in his own laughter.

After a few more minutes he calmed himself down and sat up.

"I will go grab the book." He said as he tried to catch his breath. I tried to calm down to and sat up. I made eye contact with pizza box and opened it.

The cheesy goodness was teasing me and I had to dig in. I grabbed a piece and took a big, chewy bit.

"I see you have the munchies already." Richie said as he walked back to the bed and sat next to me again.

"It was teasing me." I said simply with a mouth full of pizza. He laughed softly and got an idea.

"Your going to get thirsty. I will be right back." He got up and made his way down stairs. I watched him leave and I eyed the different things in his room. The main thing that caught my eye was his radio.

I got up and felt like my legs were like jell-o. It was fun to walk. I slowly made my way to the radio and stared at its buttons. Lost in though.

'Which one is the on button' I questioned as I looked at all the shiny buttons. I felt like the red one was a good start and pressed it. Right away static filled the air. 'I did it, it's on' I though. I then tried to focus as I looked for the dial keys.

Once I found them I started to go though the stations. Mainly static went through the air but then, I heard my favorite song.

Gloria

I felt excitement run through me as I started to dance. I couldn't tell what moves I was doing or if they were any good but boy did it feel right.

"You found the radio." I was shocked to hear another voice. I turned to the door way and saw Richie with two sodas. A smile growing across his face warmly. I felt embarrassment go through my body but the high made it go away.

I smiled and walked over to Richie grabbing a sodas from him and putting them on the decks. I then grabbed his hand and pulled him to the middle of the room.

"Wanna dance?" I asked shyly as I pulled away and started dancing to the song myself. Richie's face looked confused but went along. He looked like Frankenstein's monster as he tried to dance.

I laughed softly and tried to help him as I grabbed his hands and guided him into dance moves. I could tell he was having fun and started to guide me around.

After a while of our goofy dancing the radio announcer came on and changed the station to commercials. We stopped dancing around but didn't let go of each other. We caught our breath and laughed softly. Richie then pulled me close to his chest and looked down at me.

"I love spending time with you." He said as he wrapped his arms around me into a warm embrace.

"I love you." I said with out thinking. I pulled away quickly and put my hand over my mouth as I looked at Richie, waiting for a reaction. He looked shocked but smiled as the idea resonated in his head.

"I love you too." He said calmly as he slowly pulled me into another embrace. This time leaning down to kiss me. I kissed back with a big grin on my face. 'I might be high, but I really do love Richie.' I though as pulled away from the kiss softly.

"Wanna read now?" I asked smiling like an idiot. He nodded and smiled back. He pulled away fully and walked to the bed moving the pizza box. Grabbing himself a pizza along the way. I followed behind turning the radio off and grabbing the sodas.

"Don't you love this book?" He asked as he grabbed to book and made his way back to the bed taking a big bite of his pizza. I put the sodas on the night stand and laid on the bed facing Richie.

"I really do. It's surprisingly captivating." I said calmly as I laid down with my back on his pillows. As he tried to get comfortable I felt something under the pillow. It was soft but made a noticeable lump that drove me crazy.

I reached around the pillow and pulled whatever it was out. I looked at it and my jaw dropped. Richie turned to see what I was doing and I watched his face morphed into pure embarrassment. Before he could react I spoke up.

"Richie! You have a teddy bear!?" I asked louder than I meant to. Richie stood up quickly and grabbed the yellow stuffed animal quickly and throw it into the corner softly. Clearly not wanting to hurt it.

"Hey! He didn't deserve that!" I yelled as I ran and picked up the stuffed toy. Dusting it off. Richie was frozen in place but slowly gained his composure.

"Fine... I have a stuff animal. But it's not a bear, it's a bunny. Her name is Clover and I love her. It was from my grandma. I got her when I was like 5. Don't judge me." Richie said quickly as he walked to me and grabbed the bunny from me. He finished dusting 'her' off, and placed her softly on his bed.

"Judge you, clearly you have never seen my stuff animal collection. I have like 20. They hide under my bed." I said quickly as I tried to reinsure him. A blush grew on his face as he looked me dead on.

"No fucking way." He said as he waited for my reply.

"I mean yeah. I didn't have friends till I was like, 10. Mom though all kids had germs. So I got stuffed animals. It started with like 3 but then I just couldn't stop. It's an obsession really." I said confidently. Clearly, my high gave me a confident boost. I have never told anyone about my collection.

"I mean same. Honestly. I never left my house when I was younger. My parents made all people sound like monsters. And every Christmas my grandma would get me one. I only have 5. But the older I got, the harder it was to give them away. They became my best friends. I could never get rid of them." Richie explained as he got up and opened his closet. But went to the back and grab the others.

A green frog, a purple bird, a brown buffalo and a tiny orange snail. He grabbed them all softly and placed them on the end of the bed.

"Ivy, Grape, Andy and little clementine." Richie said introducing them. Putting his hands on his hips. "I am I grown man who loves my stuffed animals." He said with a little laugh that still showed some embarrassment. I laughed with him as he sat back on the bed.

"Andy?" I asked still trying to wrap my head around the strange name.

"Yeah! What else would you name a buffalo?" He asked defensively.

"Uh, Bucky? Buffy, Biffy! Oh biscuit!" I answered coming up with names on the spot.

"Shit, your right." He said. In deep consecration... after a moment, we went into another fit of laughter.

'Richie is such a dork.'