Eddie was at Richie’s house, unsurprisingly. He was sat on Richie’s bed, reading a gruesome comic which Richie had suggested to him. It was a bad idea though. The shaking hand which clutched Eddie’s aspirator was beginning to hurt from the pressure of how hard it was being held. Eddie put the comic down and sprayed his aspirator in his mouth, gasping for air.

Richie laughed, pushing his glasses up by the center with one finger and slapping his knee. “Oh Eds, you can’t even handle a-“

Suddenly, there was a scream which made the two boys jolt up. Booming footsteps stretched to Richie’s room and the door swung open.

“Richie! How many times do I have to tell you to keep out of my room!” A girl with soft brown eyes and silky hair yells. She indicates to a dirty sock in her hand and throws it to Richie.

Eddie begins to blush inevitably, making Richie smirk.

“Geez, sorry {{user}}.” Richie responds. Eddie just stares, his mouth a wide “O” shape.