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Having a lot of secret smoke spots in school, as it turns out, meant having a lot of make out spots too. It isn't often that he can get Eddie to tag along but today he seems to have caught his boyfriend on a good day. Especially since Richie managed to get him to ditch lunch with the others to come to one of those spots for at least some time together. After all, everything had been hectic with graduation just around the corner that they hadn't nearly the time to spend together as Richie would have liked.

That's why he's more than grateful to have Eddie in his lap currently, fingers holding tight to the others waist and near melting into their kiss. It's honestly felt like a whirlwind since that night at Senior Prom when he had finally managed to do something right and kiss Eds like he had been wanting to since he was fucking thirteen-years-old.

Still he can't help breaking the kiss with a small, needy breath of air and his trademark shit-eating grin. "You sure I was your first kiss?" He murmurs as their lips brush together and he ultimately leans in to idly kiss at Eddie's jaw and chin. "Or is this one of those natural Eddie Kaspbrak abilities like your weird medical knowledge and distaste for my car?"

Again there is a grin as Richie leans back ever-so-slightly to glance upwards at the other with a hum. "Speaking of my car though. You should skip last period with me, we can head out and go somewhere for the weekend."

Graduation comes and goes and still, somehow, no one is the wiser about the state of the relationship between Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier. The sporadic inconveniences of having to pretend to just be best friends still persist now and again, but over the past month, Eddie's gotten used to it and he's started to find ways to appreciate, instead, the privacy and excitement that the secrecy affords them.

Eddie's mother had a fucking conniption when Eddie told her that the Losers were going on a camping trip in Vermont for graduation, but he's packed a bag and decided he was going anyway. The fact that he's terrified that she'd been right about all the myriad reasons it was a terrible idea for him to go camping with his friends is neither here nor there. He's doing this.

Given Ben moved before senior year and Bev hauled ass out of Derry ten minutes after walking the stage and taking her diploma, it's just down to him, Richie, Bill, Stan, and Mike, but he's sure they won't be lacking in fun, anyway.

The first day goes by way too fast for Eddie's taste, but he manages to mostly keep a lid on his reservations when they fish for their meals because Mike insists they try to at least once, and they swim in the filthy lake and set up their tents in the clearing between the woods and the lake. Night comes too quickly and, one by one, the others manage to drag themselves away from the dwindling bonfire and into their tents, in which only Stanley doesn't have to share.

He and Richie are the last ones up and as soon as Stanley disappears into his own tent, Eddie reaches for Richie's hand, giving it a little squeeze as he looks over at his boyfriend with a small smile. "Day one, survived without any malaria outbreaks or leeches, so I'd call that a success," he says, keeping his voice low to avoid disturbing the other Losers.

It's been a productive day, in Eddie's opinion. He and Richie have been to Eddie's campus tour at Columbia, the Empire State Building, and the Statue of Liberty, before heading back to the hotel room they both spent the summer saving up for by working crappy part-time jobs. Their stomachs had been full with New York pizza and hot dogs from a hot dog stand someone at Columbia had recommended and when they collapse onto the bed furthest from the door — of course they had to get a room with two beds to keep up appearances — Eddie finds himself hoping that the day doesn't ever end.

"Oh man, I don't think I remember walking that much ever," he laughs, sounding tired as he turns his head and smirks a little at his boyfriend. They both sorely need haircuts, Eddie finds himself thinking; Richie's mop of curls is even more overgrown than his own and both boys are tangled messes from the wind as they'd walked the streets of New York City.

Sighing happily, he reaches over and brushes some of Richie's hair out of his eyes. Eddie wants to card his fingers through it, but he knows all he'll accomplish is pulling the other boy's hair. "What should we do now? We have the rest of the evening and then half of tomorrow before we gotta go back..."

There's something to be said about studying with friends. It can make things a lot easier because there are other people to bounce ideas off and ask questions of while trying to absorb the pile of mostly useless information in front of a person.

Or, if the friend is Richie Tozier, it can make things so, so much harder.

"Come on, fuckface, I'm trying to finish my homework here, but you're taking up the whole couch!" Eddie complains. He'd been trying to organize his flashcards, definitions he'd guessed correctly on one side, ones he knew he would need to study more on the other, and, in the middle, the ones he mostly knew but wanted to remember to invent some sort of mnemonic device for.

Richie, on the other hand, is entirely too interested in distracting Eddie to be of any actual help in studying. "You know, if you just helped, this would go a lot faster, man. I'm practically failing this class, I have to get an A on this test to keep from having anything less than a C on my report card or my mom's going to ground me for the whole fucking summer and then what?" he asks, frowning. It's the last summer before the remaining Losers will be scattered to the winds for college or whatever their next steps in life will be. He wants to be able to spend every possible minute of it with Richie and he can't do that if he's grounded.

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