When mike heard the knock on the door, he was standing quite close to it, and with a great eagerness to meet the losers that Richie wouldn't shut up about, he opened the door. 

Eddie, you have to tell him today." Said a girl with fiery red hair. Bev, he supposed, since she was the only girl richie ever mentioned. 

"What? Why today?!" Said a small boy. Eddie, mike thought. (Richie talked about him the most) 

"You've already waited four. Years. Eddie!" (He was right) 

"Bev, what if he doesn't liek me that way? I can't handle rejection like that, you know it! And then I have to spend the entire rest of the summer in the same house as him, and.... "

was he talking about... Richie? 

"He does! Trust me! You have three months." 

A tall boy with hair that looked like ramen noodles kicked bev on the ankle. 

"Shit!" Bev cursed.

Eddies face went pale. 

"I uh..." he began.

"No, it's fine... I won't say anything.. and I'm no homophobe... mike wheeler." He stuck out his hand, with a warm smile. 

"H-hi." Said Eddie, shakily taking the boy's hand, and shaking it. His face had gone from white, to being red as a tomato.

"I'm uh... Eddie."

"RICHIE!" Mike shouted for his twin brother. 

Mike though it was really sweet, that conversation he'd walked in on. 

He knew that Richie was gay, of course. And that he was completely, utterly, and painfully in love with Eddie Kaspbrak. And now, he knew that Eddie felt the same way about his brother. 

Richie had confessed to mike about halfway between the time he'd come, and the present day. 

Mike had walked in on his brother sobbing silently to himself, and it had come as quite a surprise, as he had become quite accustomed to that shit eating grin that he constantly wore. Yet, there he was, a crying mess, and he was clutching that tiny plastic inhaler. He tried to hide his tears, swiping at the quickly, but it was pointless by then. 

"Richie, you ok?" 

Richie shoved the inhaler into the pocket of his sweatshirt and climbed down the ladder of their bunk bed. 

Mike pulled him straight into a hug. 

"Is everything ok? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to talk abou-" 

"I'm just... so disgusting mike. But I miss his so b-bad. I love him. I'm fucking in love with him." He said bitterly, " but he's not disgusting like me, I know it! But I can't d-do anything about it, I mean, his pretty eyes, how he looks so ducking adorable when he's mad..... and I'm probably never gonna see him again, because of his fucking mother, and my shitty parents. She shoves pulls down his throat, and like.. he's been to the hospital over a scraped knee for fucks sake!" 

. "Rich, it's okay! You're not disgusting! And... if his mom or whatever won't let him come here,  well go back to Maine, I promise." 

"But it doesn't change the fact that I'm a fuck up and he'll hate me." 

"He wouldn't hate you. "

"Yes he would, and he probably already does." 

"You don't have a friend like him.. like any of them, who won't take you for who you are... and I bet you all the money in the world he won't care... maybe he even feels the same way.. and off he does care... then he's a pretty damn shitty friend then isn't he?" 

~end flashback~ 

Now mike knew for sure. Eddie liked richie. And Richie liked Eddie. And his mother let him come to Indiana after all. 

Richie was currently enthusiastically showing the losers all around the house, introducing them to ted, Holly, Nancy, and our mom, telling them about the school and about Hawkins, and even about the rest of the party. But he couldn't help but notice that every joke he told, anything he said or did, he always glanced at Eddie, as if for approval. 

// Kay, so I feel like that was REALLY CRINGEY! Oh well, i tried. Good news is I finally finished everything I wrote down in my notebook from a year ago, so I'll probably update more often, because it's kinda harder with that notebook... anyway byeeeeeeelove youuuuuuuuuu

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Ps thank you SO EFFING MUCH FOR ALL THE VEIWS WTFFFFF I AM QUAKING AHHHHHHH 

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