School is finally over, and everyone is heading to my place. As we walk towards my house, I link my hand with Eddie's. They swing back and forth between us.

Eddie talks to Stan about his mom, and what he's gonna tell her when he gets home. I glance around at my surroundings.

For a split second, I almost swear I see a familiar figure.

Upon looking back though, he is gone. I take a deep breath and shake my head, school is probably just messing with my mind.

"You okay, sweets?" Eddie asks, looking at me with concern.

I turn my head to him, giving a soft smile.

"Y-Yeah...just thinking about how I'm gonna pull off a certain stunt at the pep-rally. I'm not sure I can do it, but I already said I would." I lie, only now starting to panic myself. Eddie smiles lightly, squeezing my hand. "Maybe I can help!"

"Uh– I don't want your arm to break again, your mom will actually kill me." I respond, giving an apologetic smile. He frowns.

"I won't break my arm." He promises. I let out a laugh, kissing his cheek.

"There's really no way you can help me, honestly. I have to learn this on my own." I explain. He nods lightly. We all arrive at my house and begin walking up my steps. Eddie tugs me to a stop before we can follow everyone else into the house. The others don't even notice our absence.

"Hey–uh before we go in, I w-was thinking maybe—" Eddie begins to stutter, becoming more and more flustered by the minute. I stare at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You were thinking?"

"—I was thinking, maybe we could um–uh
m-maybe..."

A smirk glides across my features as I realize what he's trying to ask.

"You were thinking, that maybe we could stay out here and make out? Weren't you?" I grin, his cheeks turn bright red. "Well I wouldn't say it like that!" He argues, fiddling with his hands. I stay quiet for a bit, observing his movements. Then he looks up.

"Well, can we? Or not?"

A laugh escapes my lips, entertained with his eagerness.

"Yeah, sure. We better hurry before they notice we're gone."

I take a seat on the porch steps, and he immediately follows. Once he's sat close enough to me, he turns to face me properly. I give him a small smile, encouraging him to make the first step.

"You've kissed me a million times. What has you so nervous now?" I question.

"I don't know...I'll never not be nervous I guess." He'd admits with a blush. Slowly, he leans in, his lips touching mine softly. Suddenly, his shyness fades.

We are kissing like crazy.

Like our lives depend on it.

His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding. Every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his shirt lightly, tugging him closer.

I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.

He pushes me backward and we're lying down, making out in front of the house I once dreaded. The same house we made out in for the first time, not to say that's why I hated it. Either way, I don't care. I don't care about any of that. All I want is Eddie.

The weight of his body on top of mine is extraordinary. I feel him—all of him—pressed against me, his lips taste like apple juice and peach. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn't matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer. He seems to be thinking the same thing as he removes his lips from mine, trailing them down to my neck. His lips burn against my skin, and with each nibble and bite, I can feel my flesh become more and more tender.

I never stop him though. Not once. Because, oddly, it felt good to hurt. It felt good to know that I could make the "shy, germaphobic kid" come out of his shell like this. No one else could do that, I bet.

A soft whimper leaves my lips as he bites a little harder than usual, he freezes up at the sound. I can feel his heart beating fast, and his breathing is heavy. Finally, he pulls away from me, looking down at me with swollen lips. His lips would definitely have a bruise later.

"Y-You've never made t-that sound before..." he trails, clearly flustered. As he moves off of me, I sit up with a small blush. "Should I stop making those sounds?..."

"No!– I-I mean...no...I don't mind them." He plays with his hands, glancing up to meet my eyes every so often. I nod, and lean in to kiss him one last time. He stares at me as I pull away, eyes wide with an emotions I've never seen on him before.

"I love you so much..." he randomly whispers. A blush splashes my cheeks.

"I love you too." I respond.

The front door swings open, revealing Richie and a distressed Stan.

"Here they are!" Richie calls behind him, yelling way too loud. "Jeez, what were you two doing? Making out?" He jokes.

Eddie and I stay quiet.

Stan slaps his hand to his forehead.

A look of realization takes Richie's face. "Ah fuck! You guys are so fucking gross, I swear to god." He whines, turning around and walking back inside. "And here I thought, the only woman Eddie would be kissing was his mom!"

Eddie scowls, and Stan throws us both an apologetic look.

With a smile, I take Eddie's hand in mine and lead him back inside. "Come on, don't listen to him." I say, "he's just jealous that he's not the one kissing you."

"Yeah right, I'd rather kiss Pam Macey!" Richie bellows, causing everyone in the living room to groan in disgust.

(SHOUT OUT TO THAT 70's SHOW FANS)

"Doesn't she have herpes or something?" Ben asks. Bev nods her head.

"Y-yeah, or a-at least, that's what everyone s-says." Bill says.

"Yet, every other guy still makes out with her behind the gym." I grumble, letting go of Eddie's hand and plopping on the couch beside Bill. Bill gives a small chuckle and wraps an arm around me. Eddie sits on the other side of me giving a shrug. "Who's Pam Macey?"

"We've been going to school with her forever and you don't know who she is??" Stan laughs, entertained by Eddie's cluelessness. Eddie nods. Bill snorts.

"E-Educate y-your boyfriend, Ally."

"I think she's educated him enough." Richie grins, I throw a pillow at him. "Shut up, Richie!"

"What do you mean?" Mike asks, innocently.

"NOTHING." I shout.

Richie leans over to the boy and whispers something. Mike's eyes widen and he gasps.

"DO YOU TWO REALLY DO THAT STUFF?!"