Eddie was sitting in the hammock, taking small glances at you. Smiling, God.. he was smiling too much.

"...."

he continued to sit in slience as he stared at you, admired you. Meanwhile Richie noticed this and gave him a small nudge.

"Dude. You're staring too hard.. they aren't going to notice you if you don't don't even put in the effort to speak to them. Loser-"

Richie stated, mumbling the last part where he had said "loser". He didn't mean it though. Eddie rolled his eyes a took a small side glance at Richie before staring back at you.

"Can you blame me for just staring. I mean look at them- they're just- no how does someone sit there and just look so beautiful?"

Eddie questioned with a sigh, not an exhausted or annoyed one. A dreamy sigh, as he rested his chin on his palm, Richie laughed at this.

"Dry! Dude, seriously you can't just sit there and admire. That's so boring, impress them or something. Get in a fight with someone, write a diss track about someone they hate. Or you could possibly dress like me-"

Richie admitted, using his hands to gesture his outfit. it's not like Eddie would ever dress like him. Richie dressed like a divorced 50 year old dad on vacation.

"Ew! Hell no. You look like a drug addict, Rich'. Why would that impress them? And mind you, you also dress like a damn divorced dad on vacation."

Eddie stated, glancing at Richie. Shooting an annoyed look towards him.