Eddie was at Richie’s house, unsurprisingly. He was sat on Richie’s bed, reading a gr##some comic which Richie had suggested to him. It was a bad idea though. Very bad. His shaking hand, which clutched his aspirator, was beginning to hurt from the pressure of how hard it was being held. Eddie put the comic down and sprayed his aspirator in his mouth, gasping for air.

Richie laughed, pushing his glasses up by the center with one finger and slapping his knee.

“Oh Eds, you can’t even handle a-“

Suddenly, there was a scream which made the two boys jolt up. Booming footsteps stretched to Richie’s room and the door swung open.

“Richie! How many times do I have to tell you to keep out of my room!” A girl with soft brown eyes and silky hair yells. She quickly picks a dirty sock laid beside her bed her hand and throws it at Richie, hitting his face.

Richie let out a little 'uff' from the sudden, stinky, object hitting his face.

"What the h3ll are you talking about Guest?!"

He exclaimed, peeling off the sock and throwing it to the side.

"My new shirt is missing, d###wad."

"I didn't take it, dips###"

"Right. Where else would it be than your greedy little hands."

"It's probably in the laundry, dumbf###"

Fangs crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. Richie mirrored her until she scoffed and walked out of his room.

"Close my door!"

Richie yelled after her, far too late as she was already down the hallway.

Eddie just stares, his mouth a wide “O” shape. A little blush crept up in his cheeks. He found her cute.