...the glass bottle began to wobble on the table as it spun. Then it slowed down, pointing directly at the small boy who sat next to Ben Hanscom. His dark little eyes widened in trepidation.

"Oh...hell NO!" he gasped, shaking his head.

"Oh yes, Eddie Spaghetti!" Richie said grinning.

"Shut up, Richie!" the small brunette growled.

"Dude, you're doing it!" Richie said.

"Nuh-uh! Kissing is SO unsanitary! Do you have any idea how many germs are in the human mouth?" Eddie said, twitching nervously. 

"Do you kiss your mother?" Richie asked.

Eddie went quiet for a moment with hesitation before he answered.

"Um...yea," Eddie admitted. "But that's different. My mom and I have the same germs."

"Well, you can't avoid germs forever. You're going to have to meet someone someday and kiss them if and when you have your wedding day..." Richie said. "Unless you're going to marry your Mommy instead." 

"EW! That's disgusting, Richie!" Beverly said cringing.

"Yea, man! Not cool!" Mike Hanlon agreed.

You, Ben and Bill nodded in agreement. Richie could be a real loudmouth pervert sometimes. It's why he often got in trouble. 

"I'm still not kissing anyone, Richie! I mean...have you ever heard of mono? Herpes?" Eddie said, holding up his hand to emphasize his point.

Soon, Eddie started on a tangent about all the diseases that could be spread by mouth. How his mom would kill him if he got whatever disease transmitted by kissing. A random event about someone contracting a disease from kissing. He was speaking a mile a minute as he continued this rant.

"You know, Eddie..." you said. "Whenever you breathe, you're actually inhaling germs that are in the air."

"(Y/n) has a point, Eddie," Richie said. "I don't think you want to stop breathing either. So kissing should be no big deal."

Eddie blinked a few times upon hearing this, then he began to wheeze as he felt an asthma attack hit him. He took out his inhaler and took a few puffs due to his asthma attack. He got up slowly. 

"Let's go, Eds and (y/n)," Richie said.

You and Eddie were herded into a closet by Richie. It was then the bespectacled brunette reached into his pocket and tossed Eddie a foil packet of a condom, which made him scream in disgust.

"Here's some protection, Eddie Spaghetti," Richie joked with a laugh. "Now you won't have to worry about STDs."

"SHUT UP!!" Eddie shrieked, kicking the condom packet away. "So disgusting! That's so not funny!"

You and Eddie are standing in the closet. The small boy is twitching nervously as he stood there, fingering his fanny pack. You stare him up and down: he was wearing a collared polo shirt with a pair of khaki shorts. A watch on his wrist. He swallowed as he began to speak.

"I don't want to kiss," Eddie said.

"It's OK," you said. "We can lie and say we did." 

Before Eddie can speak, his watch beeps suddenly, which cuts the both of you off. He reaches into his fanny pack to take out a plastic daily pill dispenser. You catch a glimpse inside: it's like a mini pharmacy. Your eyes widened at the sight of all the stuff in there. 

"Do you really need all that shit in there?" you said frowning.

"Hey, you never know. Anything can happen," Eddie said, taking his pill and dry swallowed it.

"Jesus Christ! My grandparents don't have THIS much medication! You sure you need all of this shit?"

Eddie once again goes on a tangent on what medication is for what illness...talking a mile a minute. His rants were a bit irritating so you decided to shut him up by leaning forward and giving him a kiss him on the cheek. He stopped talking, turning bright red.

"What'd you do that for, (y/n)?" Eddie exclaimed, rubbing his cheek.

"To get you to stop talking," you tease. "Plus you look pretty cute when you're all nervous."

Eddie stared at you, blinking his eyes. He blushed slightly. You decide to challenge the boy, push his limits. You've known he was afraid of germs when you hung out with the Losers.

"So if you were unconscious, would you accept the Kiss of Life?" you asked.

"How would I accept it if I was unconscious?" Eddie said with a raised eyebrow. "That doesn't make any sense! I wouldn't be able to talk if this happened."

"I'm talking theoretically. Like a 'What If' situation. If you're that afraid of germs, would you take a risk to accept the Kiss of Life?"

"Um...I don't know..." Eddie said, rubbing his neck.

"Well, you're unconscious and you have one chance to get help from a complete stranger to save your life, would you do it?"

Eddie takes a moment to consider this. He hadn't thought about a situation like this.

"It all depends on how I became unconscious," Eddie said.

"OK," you said. "Make up an instance where you WOULD become unconscious then."

"I know a serious asthma attack might kill me."

"Fine," you said, rolling your eyes slightly. "Let's say...you have a severe asthma attack and your inhaler was empty. You're about to lose consciousness and one person could give you the Kiss of Life..."

"I'd rather it be you, (y/n)," Eddie interjected.

You blink your eyes in surprise at this answer.

"Um...why?"

"Because you're a pretty cool person," Eddie said. "I'd trust you to bring me back to life."

"Even if I had millions of germs in my mouth that could give you mono or herpes?" you joke. 

Eddie nodded. "Um...yea," he said. "I guess...I'd take a risk."

"So...if you're willing to risk getting rescusitation, why wouldn't you risk getting a simple kiss?"

"What are you saying?" Eddie asked. 

"I'm saying...you shouldn't be afraid to take a risk once in a while," you said. "Sometimes taking a chance has a good outcome." 

Eddie sighed. "OK. You have a point, (y/n)," he said. "I guess...I'll try..."

Eddie moved towards you and you cup his adorable face, moving his dark hair back. He looked really cute. He was trembling so hard as he looked into (your eye color). His cheeks were so red that he would put cherries to absolute shame. This was his first time ever pushing his boundaries. He could feel an asthma attack coming on again. 

"W-what do I do?" he wheezed. 

"Just relax," you whispered. "We'll make it a quick peck and then you can decide what you want, OK, Eds?"

"O-OK...just one moment..." Eddie wheezed, grabbing his inhaler. 

He took a deep inhale from his inhaler, preparing himself for his first dive. You lean forward towards his lips, which were bitten pink and wet from biting and licking all this time. He swallowed and closed his eyes, letting you give him a quick peck on the lips. When you pulled back, he let out a gasp. His eyes were widened and a smile spread across his face.

"Well?" you asked.

"That was...pretty cool, (y/n)," he said, his voice cracking a bit. "Can we do it again? But longer and NO tongue."

"C'mon! A LITTLE tongue," you argue. "Please!"

Eddie rolls his eyes and bites his lip again. "Fine. But don't go all porno on me."

You lean in towards the small boy and the two of you are locked in a kiss. You take it slow with him, he's pretty shy about this. You pull him in to hug him, feeling Eddie shaking so hard in your arms about having his first kiss. You just poke his lips with his tongue, making him open up slightly and he pokes his tongue in your mouth...

"TIME'S UP!" Richie called, opening the door.

The two of you are seen in an embrace, wet lipped and flushed. Richie cheered when he saw the two of you.

"Alrighty, Eds!" Richie said. "Nice to see you grew some balls and kissed (y/n). I thought you were going to die a virgin." 

"Beep, beep, Richie!" you said with a smirk. 

Richie flinched when he heard this phrase and shut up instantly. You and Eddie grin at each other secretly as you walk back into the living room to join the others. 

"How'd it go?" Beverly asked. 

"It was great," Eddie said. "(Y/N) is pretty cool. We should have (y/n) hang out more since (your gender) got Richie to shut up too." 

"H-how?" Bill asked. 

You and Eddie look at each other, grinning like two kids who had a big secret, wondering if they should share with the group. 

"It's for Richie to know and all of you to find out," Eddie said with a shit eating grin.