Eddie Kaspbrak (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ekaspbrak) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
"You picked the wrong door, didn't you?" Eddie huffed as he looked down at the tacky carpet beneath his feet. This definitely wasn't the trip Richie had talked up. He'd said something about Malibu. Eddie hadn't been that excited. Depending on the location of the beach both the water and the sand could be pretty gross. For once, however, Richie’s excitement meant that Eddie had held his tongue and gone along with it.
He may have enjoyed Malibu. He would’ve definitely complained a little and he would’ve attempted to keep as covered as possible in the beginning but he’d give in eventually. He even figured he’d wind up buying a pair of shorts to wear while they were out. And sunscreen. Loads of that but only up to SPF 50. Everyone knew that anything higher was a waste of money. It didn’t provide any additional protection. Not against UVA rays, anyway. UVB rays, sure. When he bought something that said broad spectrum, however, he expected to not burn and not be forced to endure radiation that would cause his skin to age prematurely resulting in wrinkles and then cancer further down the line, thanks.
He’d still been looking forward to that beach and the arguments that would come or the curtain shopping that Richie had helplessly suggested. He didn’t think they’d find curtains that close to the beach but, hey, they were going to try. So, yes, he was looking forward to all of that because he was looking forward to spending time with Richie. If that was all he was after, however, he figured this entire trip could be easily salvaged.
Moving towards the taller man Eddie nudged him with his shoulder. “I guess being snowed in at some ancient overly fussy looking hotel isn’t the worst place we could’ve ended up.” And he was only doing this because Richie looked so sad. So utterly disappointed that Eddie had felt it was his job to get the other out of that headspace. “The date doesn’t suck yet and it’s your loss for choosing the wrong fucking door. Now I get to wear more clothes than less. No shorts.”