I’ll carry your heart in my hands

by stupidkennedy

Summary:

Richie is a zombie with no working heart, will that change when he meets Brave Eddie Kaspbrak?

Chapter 1: You’ll be safe with me

Richie lived in an airport with his zombie buddies. I mean I guess you can call them
Buddies. They groan, growl and grunt at each other all day.. if that isn’t some type of friendship then I don’t know what is.

Richie doesn't exactly remember how things happened or how long it’s even been..

Months. No years? Days? Richie couldn’t count it. I mean if you were ‘dead’ would you really be focusing on the days gone by? Yeah I doubt it.

 

Richie liked to talk to his buddy in his free time, his extremely dead friend in fact and maybe a conversation full of grunts and “grrrs” wasn’t exactly the best thing but he gets by.

Richie wonders if any other ‘zombies’ around him feel the way he does. Were they tired of being this way? Did they also have a mind? Or was he just weird.

 

Richie grunted as he roamed the area. He was getting hungry. and he could tell by the way the others sniffed at the air they were too.

So just like any other day they took a stroll around

searching for flesh walking around the dead town of Derry, casually walking into a weird skeleton creature that just roared at them. ‘Fucking scary..’ he thought as his buddy placed a hand on his shoulder and started walking again.

 

He trailed in the front of the group sniffing the air. He
grunted along with the rest of the group scenting out fresh human blood from a building in front of them labeled ‘Derry’s Street Pharmacy’

 

Walking up and into the store it was empty. But there were heavy scents of blood and flesh from the back of the store.

 

——-

 

“Hey Patrick you- you gonna get off-th-that game anytime soon? We got a job to do.” Bill snapped to the man sitting on the floor playing on a gameboy.

“Whenever your stutter goes away I will plus, I’m almost at level 5..” he said without taking his eyes off the screen in front of him.

 

Bill sighed and continued his pace. A noise was heard from outside the building as Beverly looked up from where she was standing “did you hear that?” She hissed looking straight ahead.

“I did” Eddie answered quickly “we should bail” he said looking at Bill. Eddie stood there holding a gun against his chest.

 

Bill stopped next to Eddie “hey no we can’t just bail we have orders” he said before backing away “do you know how much me-me-medical supplies the city goes through a month? We need pha-pharma salvage to survive, '' he urged.

“We can’t just- ab-ab-abandon our ..”

 

Eddie walking next to Bill to place something
on the pharmacys counter “you sound just like my dad”

Bill looked at Eddie “th-thank you.”

Eddie sighed “yeah, wasn’t a compliment..” he murmured

 

Beverly turned around tossing a box to both of them “here guys, a box of prozac maybe that will cheer you up” she joked before turning back to the shelf of medicine .

A noise was heard from outside catching their attention. Beverly whipped her head around to face Eddie and Bill “I told you guys i heard something”

 

Eddie held his gun in the air and cocked it, holding it towards the door. “Bill, let's bail.” He said focused on the door in front.

Bill just walked forward “Bill?” He didn’t listen.

 

“We have o-o-orders eds.. there was nothing anyway.” Bill walked forward and turned his head towards Eddie “you are be-being para-paranoid okay—?”

 

“BILL!!” Eddie screamed as a figure was rushing through the door with many others behind them.

——-

 

Richie was knocked to the ground by a man hitting him in the face with a gun. Laying there as guns went off , and his zombie ‘friends’ attacked, shot. In the chest and in the head. Anywhere they could..

 

“A-A-AIM FOR THEIR HE-HEADS” was heard from Bill loud and clear from above . Richie slowly sat up to look at the scene unfolding before him.

 

But suddenly everything felt slow for Richie as Eddie slid from behind a counter, shooting the zombies

Richie swore this man made his dead heart beat a little as Eddie shot a zombie just a few inches from him in

the head. Honestly the sight of that should've made Richie get up and charge at the man, you know? Being a zombie..

But god Richie just couldn’t take his cold blue eyes off
of him. He watched as the man slid back behind the counter which made him jump up and walk over to him.

Thought that was cut short when someone shot him right in the shoulder.

 

Bill held the gun up to Richie aiming for his head.
“Smile mother fu—-“ and it felt like everything was happening in slomo.

 

Richie rushed forward grabbing his leg and pulling him off the counter. And everything was fast again as Bill screamed while he was being pulled off the counter by his legs and slammed into the floor.

 

Richie grabbed his arm twisting it behind and leaned in to bite it. Though he saw a gold glare from the corner of his eye.

‘Nice watch’ Richie thought , then bit into his arm.

Bill continued to scream as Richie’s mind trailed off into his thoughts.

‘Now listen I’m not proud of this and though I do love the attention.. I’d hope that cute man isn’t watching this.. I don’t like hurting people but.. it’s my job now.’

 

Richie slams head into the ground as he goes unconscious.

 

Everyone around Richie was turned. Almost everyone was gone..

 

‘The new hunger is the next big thing.. gotta eat to survive just like everyone else. If i don’t eat him he’ll become a corpse like me .. but the brain is the best part. Call me selfish but I’m sure this man wouldn’t wanna be a corpse anyway.”

 

Richie picked up the brain that had fallen out onto the floor and started eating it. ‘If I eat the brain of a human , I get their thoughts, memories and most importantly their feelings.’

 

As Richie ate the brain of the dead perry that laid in front of him he felt the wave of excitement as a fun memory slid through his brain. Closing his eyes, watching memories, feeling it.

 

Richie saw fireworks. He heard them. It was like he was there.

 

‘I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna feel what you feel. What it feels to be alive.’

…

 

In the memories Richie saw the man he had seen earlier.

Standing next to him playing a carnival game. Arms up in the air cheering as he won. Laughing as he was given his cheap prize. A ‘I HEART DERRY’ Hat.

 

Then near what looked like the quarry. Kissing ‘ugh yeah. Too much kissing..’

“Bill I think I’m in love with you”

Bill didn’t answer.

“Don’t just say nothing!” Eddie said calmly but yet Richie could sense a little bit of worry from Eddie.

 

The memory switched to face a love struck Bill. Richie could roll his eyes.

“I think.. I love you.. t-too Eddie”

Bill smiled wide mirroring the smile that was on Eddie’s face as well.

Kissing more.

 

The memory switched to both of the men laying in grass talking with each other.

“I miss airplanes” Eddie said with a sad smile “My mom used to say it looked like an etch a sketch up there”

Bill looked at Eddie with a smile “I like that you remember stuff like that, if we don’t then it will just all be gone you know?”

Eddie turned to look back up at the sky “yeah.. the world is so messed up.”

“Not all of it.”

“Cheese Ball!”

The memory shifted back to the kissing part, With Eddie looking sad at him, well not him but bill.

 

“Bill..?”

Richie was quick to snap out of the memories when Eddie screamed from above .

 

..

 

“BILL??” Obviously searching for his boyfriend.

 

“BILL WHERE ARE YOU? ANSWER ME!” He desperately yelled out.

 

Beverly screamed from beside him as a zombie leaped forward and attacked her. Lifting her up in the air and slamming her into the counter. Just in time Eddie fired a gun at the head of a zombie. He cocked the gun again to see there were no more bullets. He quickly turned around to see another zombie rushing at him.

 

He hit the zombie in the head with the unloaded gun and dropped it.

 

Richie slowly got up , rubbing his mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off of this man.. walking forward so he could get close to him.

 

He continued to stare at him ‘he's just so goddamn pretty’. Eddie stood there watching Richie not knowing what to do, soon Eddie leaned into his black boot and took out a knife throwing it directly into Richie’s chest.

 

‘Perfect shot’ he thought as he stared confusingly at the man and continued to move forwards.

 

Eddie moved backwards in a rush as his back hit the counter and continued to hurriedly move away.

 

“Eddie…” Richie stammered, he leaned over a scared Eddie who just continued to stare up at him in fear leaning down onto the floor as richie bent down with him.

 

They stared into each other’s eyes.. one looking dead but yet so curious and if a zombie could look lovestruck then so be it. While the other’s eyes looked scared , worried that this might be his final breath.

 

“E-Eddie..” Richie whispered, Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed as Richie looked away to see his zombie buddy wandering around, sniffing the air for any humans left alive.

 

Richie turned back to Eddie with wide eyes before looking at his own chest , getting his blood on his hands and bringing it up to Eddie’s face.

 

Eddie’s face scrunched up as Richie dragged his bloody hand down his face, Eddie let a tear drop as Richie bent down farther to sniff at Eddie’s neck.

He leaned back to look Eddie in his scared eyes, “safe..”

 

Eddie looked up to notice the zombies were now not searching for anyone anymore before looking back at richie.

“Come…” Richie urged in a whisper.

 

“What..?” Eddie asked in a soft voice as Richie grabbed both arms and pulled him up, moving to walk away with the rest of the group, grabbing a snow globe that caught his eye on the way out and stuffing it in his dirty red jacket pocket.

 

Meanwhile Beverly was hidden under a desk watching as Eddie was pulled out. Eddie turned to make eye contact with her, both looking worried.

 

————

 

‘I don’t know what I’m doing, what’s wrong with me. The other guys would never bring a living person home.. you know why? Because that’s crazy! Right now they think he’s just another one of us. A new addition to the family. Butttt again. They would think I’m insane! You know.. if they were capable of thinking of course. Why am I the weird one’

 

Richie and Eddie trailed in the back of the group until the man stopped to look at the zombies around him. He still seemed hesitant and tensed up when Richie grabbed his arm again to make sure he stayed safe with him.

 

Richie walked back into the airport with the group. Walking Eddie through a scanner that surprisingly worked thanks to ‘good o’l brian keeping us safe with that scanner! My man.’

 

He walked with Eddie until he reached the outside again. Walking him to a plane, remembering how the memory claimed that Eddie had missed airplanes. He turned to face the man with a smile.

‘It feels easier to communicate with him. It’s so strange’

 

Eddie looked at the giant plane in front of him as Richie grunted and pointed to the stairs motioning for him to walk up.

 

Eddie, again, didn’t resist but still tensed up. Seemly too scared to attack.

 

“Maybe he thinks I’m going to eat him , I don’t look like a shy eater now do I?” Richie grunted to himself , closing the plane door as they walked in.

 

He could see the man’s scared curiosity as he looked around at the empty plane.

 

Saddest came over Eddie instantly, letting out a sob as he turned around to Richie. “H..home” Richie repeated.

 

He pointed to a plane chair so Eddie could sit down, which he did. Climbing to the window seat and curling against the white wall.

He cried as he stared at Richie’s blank face who just stared back.

‘Did I make him cry?’

 

Richie looked away for a second then walked away to a table in the plane and placed the pretty snow globe on top of it.

 

He walked back to where Eddie was sitting and sat down at the other side of the plane across from him.

 

Richie ran a hand through his curly messy hair taking a peek over at a crying Eddie who was staring at him with his knees pulled to his chest.

 

“N-not .. eat..” Richie stammered then pointed to his mouth and bit down loudly as to mimic a zombie eating shaking his head as if Eddie didn’t get it.

 

Eddie just cried some more and turned to look away from Richie

‘Was that not hilarious?’

 

Richie leaned forward in the chair and looked at Eddie.

 

“Keep you safe.” He said getting up and walking an inch towards Eddie who gasped and tried to move away.

Richie frowned and just walked away to the plane door and walked out.

 

Eddie jumped up immediately and looked around in a hurry before putting both hands on the dirty window. Grimacing when doing so.

“Fucking gross” he cried quietly to himself as he watched richie slow walking with a bunch of other zombies around him.

 

Eddie frowned, closing his eyes turning frontwards in his seat.

 

“fuck!”

Chapter 2: Come on boy, you make my heart beat!

Summary:

Richie gets to know Eddie better, even if that’s by eating his boyfriends brains..

‘Alright, maybe I definitely could have thought this through a little bit more, But I can tell when a man needs his space.’

 

Richie sat alone in a red convertible that was abandoned in a parking lot, waiting the time out.

 

He definitely knew leaving Eddie by himself surrounded by brain eating zombies that could attack him if he tried to escape.

 

Richie hoped Eddie was smarter than that.

 

‘There’s a lot of ways to get to know a person like.. eating his dead boyfriends brains .. of course is one of the more unorthodox methods but.. .’

 

Richie’s mind trailed off as more memories from Bill swam through his brain.

 

——

 

Eddie and Bill were at a restaurant with Eddie’s father, Frank.

Frank was one of the top people that ran everywhere, he controlled everyone. The safety, work, everything.

Bill looked up at Frank in confusion as Frank poured some fancy wine in his glass.

“Special o-o-occasion sir?” Bill asked softly.

 

Eddie looked over at Bill with a sad smile, “Mom’s birthday..” he whispered.

 

Bill stared at him before he let out a silent ‘oh’ .

The three of them raising their glasses and clinking them Together.

“To Sonia”
“To Mom”

 

They said in a union, Eddie then looked at Bill again, setting his glass on the table. “It’s uh.. it’s my mom’s birth—“

 

Frank cut him off not sparing a glance towards Eddie but yet glaring towards Bill who was sipping his wine.

“So, Bill, Eddie tells me you write books?” He laughed.

 

“But you mean to tell me you have never thought about going to work construction with your father? You know that on the wall we need good people.. what will you earn out of writing some childish book?”

 

Bill glared at Frank suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable as Eddie side eyed him.

“Uh-..”

 

“Don’t mind him, Bill. Dad’s idea of saving humanity..is to build a really big concrete box, put everyone in it then wait at the door with guns until we grow old and die. He snapped turning forward to face his father , this time giving him an angry glare.

 

Bill sat there in silence looking back and forth , eyes darting between Eddie and Frank.

Frank looked down at his wine glass and sighed, “well Eddie without the wall we would be eating brains now instead of rice—“

“Dad..”

 

The memory then shifted to Bill and Eddie walking towards a huge wall with doors. Richie could only guess it was one part of an entrance.

 

“This is the only way past the wall.” Eddie murmured pointing towards the giant doors. “Otherwise we get stopped.” Eddie shared a look behind him before grabbing the metal door and pulling it open.

 

Eddie turned around to face Bill who looked hesitant. Eddie gave him a confused look “come on. It’s not that bad.. come on.”

 

Bill looked behind him before following Eddie and shutting the door behind him.

 

They ended up in what looked like an empty construction building walking around.

 

“I haven’t h-heard from h-him in two days eds..” bill said anxiously

 

“He’s on construction detail Bill. He’s working. My dad goes weeks without checking in.!”

 

Bill didn’t say anything as Eddie led him down a ladder and into a cave.

 

It’s almost like Eddie could feel the worry radiating off of Bill because he stops in front of Him giving him a sad smile “hey.. it’s going to be okay”

Bill nodded and leaned closer to Eddie placing a hand on his cheek and kissing his head.

 

Then the memory time skipped ahead.

It was Bill and Eddie running up non-working escalators in an abandoned building, leading them through a door and into the outside.

“You know even if the world has gone to shit, it still feels nice to get out of there once in a while.” Eddie laughed.

Bill nodded looking at Eddie “it’s n-nice until you come across someone's organs sp-splattered across the concrete or even worse.. shit. All over the f-fucking ground!” He grimaced with a laugh

 

Eddie cringed, nose scrunching up “gross gross are you serious? I can expect the organs but come on.. shit? No way someone just.. shit in the bare outdoors while a zombie apocalypse is happening”

“P-people got priorities b-babe”

“Gross..”

 

But the mood suddenly shifted as they came across a group of zombies. Bill looked at one of the familiar zombies in fact.. all of them looked familiar . He started squinting to get a better look.

But .. one of them looked more familiar than the others.

“Dad?!” He shouted, gaining the zombies' attention.

The zombie turned around and grunted. And just as Bill said, it was his father.

“Bill?” Eddie whispered as Bill walked an inch closer to the zombie group.

Looking deader than ever unable to recognize his own son as he charged towards Bill.

Bill tripped over his feet falling backwards when Eddie cocked his gun and shot the zombie in his head , landing just a few inches from Bill's foot.

Eddie let out a heavy breath as he looked at the other zombies. They were all Frank's construction workers..

They started to charge towards them as Eddie quickly grabbed Bill's arm lifting him up.

“Bill, come on!! Come on!”

 

——-

 

Richie groaned, shutting his eyes tightly then re opening them. ‘God.. no wonder he’s so afraid of me..’

 

Richie walked back to the plane, walking in but not bothering to walk in any farther. He sighed.

‘I just need a different approach..’

He let out a deep breath ‘okay, here we go. Don’t be creepy Richie , don’t be creepy.’

As Richie walked in farther he saw that Eddie had moved to another seat across the one he was last sitting at. He was shivering, no doubt staring at Richie in fear.

Richie's eyes shifted to the knife Eddie was holding and even if that should’ve scared him away he only continued to get closer.

He walked over to Eddie who continued to shiver, stopping in front of him and opening the luggage holder.

“What are you doing?” Eddie said confused , not taking his eyes off of him.

 

Richie pulled out a blanket from the top and turned to face Eddie. “Please leave me alone..”

Richie of course didn’t listen and placed the blanket on top of Eddie who stared in disbelief.

 

“Why me..” and Richie couldn’t tell if Eddie was angry or confused. Maybe both?

“Why did you save me?” He insisted on an answer. tears starting to form once more in his eyes.

 

An answer Eddie wanted. An answer Richie couldn’t even answer himself.

 

Richie frowned at him “don’t….cry..”

 

Eddie didn’t look at Richie even if he did continue to stare in sadness. Soon he gave up and walked away to a table, pulling out a dusty record.

 

He blew on it and placed it on the record player, soon Africa by Toto filled the plane.

 

Richie’s favorite song , he listened to it all the time and maybe it will make Eddie feel calmer.

 

Richie walked back to Eddie sitting on the side of the chair across the way from him. He stared at Eddie with no emotion, painting his face. Eddie stared back with tear stained cheeks and a look of mixed emotions.

 

‘I hear the drums echoing tonight’

 

“Safe.. keep.. you. Safe” he whispered and stared into Eddie’s chocolate eyes.

 

‘But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation, She's coming in, 12:30 flight’

 

Richie closed his eyes listening to the music around him. Eddie hasn’t said a word but stared even harder with his mouth open.

 

‘The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation’

 

“What are you..” Eddie whispered slowly

 

‘What am I…’

 

Richie opened his eyes and looked down not answering him but yet turning to sit normally in his chair before looking at Eddie.

 

They stared at each other saying nothing. The silence lasted for only a moment before Richie hit a button on the side of his chair and started to lean backwards.

Richie swore he saw a tiny smile forming on Eddie's face. Turning to look at the ceiling.

“I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies”

 

And you know.. while looking at the ceiling he felt warm. Something you don’t get to feel anymore when you are dead. But he felt it. And he could’ve swore his heart was pumped 3 times.

‘Eddie. You make me feel alive..’

 

——

Eddie awoke the next morning rubbing his eyes as the sun peaked in through a window. He slowly turned his head jerking back a little when he saw Richie staring pretty hard at him.

‘Shit. Shit.’ Richie grunted wide eyed and sat more in his seat.

Eddie groaned angrily, pushing the blanket off of him and rubbing his hand through his hair looking at Richie, “I’m hungry.”

Richie stared.

Eddie groaned, turning more to look at richie. “Just let me go!” He hissed loudly.

Richie's eyes grew wider “n-not.. safe!” He stammered, getting a little anxious.

“Not safe?” Eddie repeated “uh-huh not safe” he scoffed.

“Well then you are just going to have to go and get me food” he demanded “because I’m starved”

Eddie sighed once more , dropping the attitude. “Please, I’d be very grateful for some food..”

 

Richie sat up and nodded eagerly “o-okay..”

 

Eddie rolled his eyes, mouthing a thank you.

Richie got up holding a finger up at Eddie and walking out.

 

As soon as he stepped out Eddie jumped across at the window seat to look out. ‘This could be a perfect fucking time to get the hell out of here’ he thought once he saw that no zombies were around.

He took a run for it , running as fast as he could, stopping in his tracks as he saw a group of zombies sniffing out the air.

He ran to hide under a plane as more zombies came out from behind bins.

“Fuck.. fuck fuck shit!!” He whisper shouted to himself.

He felt a hand on his shoulder jumping and turning around before noticing it was Richie .

Richie shook his head disapprovingly. “Dont.. r-run.”

‘Jesus this man.’

 

Richie dragged some more of his blood against Eddie’s face, ignoring his face of disgust, sniffing him out and once Richie noticed he couldn’t smell Eddie’s human flesh anymore , Eddie would be safe.

“Come.. safe..” He said standing up and grabbing Eddie’s hand pulling him up. “Thank you..”

Richie honestly felt warm at that. The first genuine thank you he's gotten!

As more zombies approached Eddie stepped back and gasped. Richie stared at him, having one idea that should work.

“Be dead…” and when he noticed Eddie’s face of confusion he lifted his arms in the air and groaned, walking like the zombie he was.

Eddie eagerly nodded, copying Richie’s movements but a little more excessive.. Richie could laugh, stopping to turn to Eddie with an amused smile.

“That’s too m-much..”

Eddie looked embarrassed almost as he dropped his arms and just copied Richie’s walking movements walking through the crowd.

When they were out of the group of zombies Richie rolled his dead eyes giving Eddie a side eye.

“Told you not s-safe.”

Eddie groaned, crossing his arms “yeah I get that.”

He sighed “I really am hungry though..”

 

—-

 

“Fuckk yes!!” Eddie shouted as he held up a can of pineapples immediately digging in. “Godd yes!.. mm”

Richie just stared at him and when Eddie noticed this his face turned to an amused grin.

Richie’s eyes widened “oh, no. Stop staring. You’re actually weird again..” he turned around leaving Eddie to eat by himself walking over to a fridge.

He pulled out a corona and handed it to Eddie.

He grinned and took the bottle “thank you” he smiled.

 

“Oh. My . Godd.” He said as he smashed the bottle cap off with his palm and drank it , making eye contact with a wide eyed Richie.

“Oh man..” he smiled “I can’t remember the last time I had a beer!” He fawned

He started re eating his pineapples and laughed “I guess you can’t be all that bad , Mr zombie..” he said while taking a giant bite.

“M-My name..” Richie stammered

Eddie looked hopeful and surprised for a moment “You have a name??”

Richie nodded eagerly with a smile

“What is your name?” Eddie asked with a head tilt

“Rrrrrrr….” ‘God dammit what the fuck.’ Couldn't even pronounce his name or.. what was his name again?

Richie honestly forgot, all he could remember was thay it started with an R.

“Rrrr?”

‘This date is not going well, I want to die all over again.’

Date.

 

“Rrrrr..” he grunted

“Does your name start with R?”

Richie nodded fast.

“Man.. uhm Robert, Ralph??”

Richie’s mouth curved into a thin line as he leaned back and shook his head.

Eddie listened to many names and he just couldn’t remember his name..

“How about I just call you R. That’s a start right?” Eddie asked hopefully as Richie nodded to confirm.

 

Suddenly Eddie’s face got serious. “I want to go home R.”

Richie was taken aback then instantly started shaking his head. “It’s n-not safe.”

Eddie looked down at his hands, “I get that, and look I know you saved my life and I am grateful for that. But you walked me into this place. So I know you can walk me out again.” Eddie said with a determined look on his face.

 

‘No no.. he can’t leave! He just got here! Tell him he has to wait. Tell him they’ll notice. Fuck.’

 

“H-have to wait, they'll notice.”

Eddie looked disappointed “how long..” he whispered.

“F-few d-days..” tilting his head to look at Eddie more clearly. “They’ll forget..”

 

Eddie looked at him, a small smile forming on his face even after hearing news he didn’t really want to hear.

 

“You’ll be—be o-okay..”

 

Eddie stared at him for a few seconds “are there others like you? I mean . I’ve.. never heard a corpse talk before.. I mean apart from the groaning but I ..”

“I—I may just be.. w-weird eds.”

 

Eddie's face dropped. “Don’t call me that R , yes you definitely are a weirdo” he scrunched his nose up before laughing.

 

“But you’re—“ Richie stopped himself . As he was about to say ‘but your boyfriend calls you that? Why can’t I?’

And man if Richie could really understand how he feels I think jealousy would be a huge feeling right now.

 

Eddie looked at him confused before rolling his eyes. “Okay. A few days huh?” He looked around, “what am I supposed to do around here for a few days?”

 

——

 

“This is awesome!!”

Richie had brought out the red car from the parking lot and let Eddie drive it.

 

They decided to take it around on the plane’s landing . Richie enjoyed watching Eddie smile and laugh.

He looked over at Eddie who had his hands up in the air as he looked at Richie . “Wanna try?”

 

Richie eagerly nodded his head.

 

Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Yeah Richie sucks at driving.

 

“Oh god!” Eddie groaned as he was shoved forward from the force of the car's sudden stopping.

 

“Oh uh your left foot. Pick a foot” he laughed pointing at Richie's face. “You’re using two feet.. pick one foot.”

“There you go!!”

 

But he got the hang of it. Eddie staring at him laughing and smiling was something that kept him going. Driving fast with one hand , Richie never felt so.. alive.

“All right. Two hands on the wheel buddy.”

 

As the two reached the parking lot .. with Richie driving he slammed into a park car sending both of them forward.

“Jesus R!! This was a beautiful car!” He scoffed, running his hand through his hair.

‘He has nice hair.’

Eddie laughed “That was honestly so fun..”

Eddie trailed off as he looked at Richie. Smiling.

“I guess the next few days won’t be so hard.”

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