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Lunch was my favourite time of the school day.

It was probably stupid, I liked most of my classes, so it wasn't as if I was bored, but I liked lunch because it meant I got to see my friends. We weren't all in the same grade, never mind the same classes, so it was the one time during the day I could see all of them. And maybe I didn't see every single one of them every single day, but there was always a familiar face or several.

And the lunch room was loud. It was as close as I had ever seen to the Lost Boys and although I was still trying to distance myself from the Island and Peter and everything I had been there, it was still something I liked. Something that made me feel a little more at home.

I thought most other students liked it, too, if only because it meant they weren't in class. It was a break and I was always starving by the time I made it to the lunch room. Today was no different and I walked into the room briskly with my lunch bag by my side, then scanned the crowd. There, over on one side, were the people I knew, and I made my way toward them with a smile.

There were groups everywhere, though. I smiled at some of them, avoided others, and thought to myself, as I finally sat down, that maybe I was getting the hang of being a normal teenager after all.

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"Holy shit, remind me never to do that again," Eddie said, putting a cup of soft-serve down in front of Jamie without further comment. It was chocolate-vanilla swirl, while his own was just vanilla. They were both slightly melted, and just the crappy lunchroom ice cream that always tasted kind of chalky, but he'd braved the lunch line for it, so he was more than a little proud of himself.

He didn't quite meet Jamie's eyes, only cutting him a small, sideways smile. Jamie, of course, didn't asked for the extra treat, but the moment Eddie saw him giving his own lunch such a forlorn look, he decided to brave the line with the bullies and popular kids waiting to buy pizza and french fries.

I looked from the ice cream to Eddie and then back again, not quite understanding at first. Then I realized he'd gone and gotten it for me without me having even asked and I shoved my sandwich aside, lighting up in a smile. Just like the day I'd found that stupid red coat, Eddie was reminding me all over again why I liked him so much. It made me want to get him something, too, but I had no idea where to even begin.

I would have to think.

"I'll go with you next time," I said, picking up my spoon with one hand and reaching out under the table with the other. My fingers found Eddie's knee and settled there, his skin warm on my hand even through his trousers. I wasn't trying to hide anything, but despite all the kissing we were doing, I was still shy in public sometimes.

"Yeah, then we'll both be suffering," Eddie groused, even as he shifted closer until they were pressed shoulder to shoulder. Just like he always did, Eddie tensed under that the weight of Jamie's hand, not because he didn't like it, or even because it made him nervous to be doing that stuff in the cafeteria where any asshole could see, but because it always startled him how much he liked it. It was just a hand on his knee. Through clothes, even. It shouldn't have felt so good or so scandalous.

Picking up his spoon, Eddie busied himself with his ice cream, his other hand drifting under the table to cover Jamie's. It was still all jittery fingers and sweating palms, but Jamie didn't seem to mind.

It sucks that all of RIchie's friends are older than him and in high school now. He's the new kid at Darrow Middle School, and so many of the guys in his class just look at him funny when he dives into one of his Voices. So today, after jumping the fence at the middle school and heading over to catch lunch with his friends, Richie had charmed his way to a slice of pizza from the lunch lady. All in all, a pretty decent day, so long as he didn't get caught and kicked out of Darrow High again.

"Why don't you two just touch dicks already and get it over with," Richie says, sitting across the table from Eds and Jamie at the lunch table with his pizza. He's only been in Darrow a few weeks, but a few things had been pretty obvious to Richie right away. First, Darrow was fucking weird. Second, the lady in charge at the Children's Home pretty much hated him.

Third, Jamie was way more than a friend to old Eddie Spaghetti. At least, judging by the way they were always making goo-goo eyes at each other when they thought nobody was looking.

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Even though I knew Richie was there, I was still startled, dropping my spoon in my rapidly melting ice cream, little bits of it splattering on the front of my t-shirt. I didn't jerk my hand back, though, which was good, because Eddie's hand was on top of mine now and I liked how that felt. My fingers tightened just a little in my surprise, only briefly, then relaxed again and I peered at Richie curiously from across the table.

"Why would we do that?" I asked.

I knew what he meant by dick, even if no one would have called it that back home, preferring other slang terms they thought a little kid never listened to, but I'd spent too much time out on the streets of London not to hear. But I didn't know enough about sex to know if that was really a thing people did.

"Shut the fuck up, Richie," Eddie squawked, his eyes threatening to bug out of his skull. And then Jamie spoke up, and Eddie didn't know which part of the conversation to freak out over more.

"Don't listen to him, he's just being stupid," Eddie hissed, his hand tightening convulsively around Jamie's before pulling away.

Now that the idea had been implanted, it was there and he was imagining it, his face getting redder by the second.

"It's true," Richie says, taking a big bite of pepperoni pizza and talking with his mouth full, "That's what you're supposed to do when it's two guys. No, wait. I think maybe one dick goes into the other dick?"

Richie'd overheard someone in one of his classes say something about it, and had filed the information away for later. Up until now, it hadn't been something he'd thought about much; he hadn't had much reason to.

I was embarrassed by the words, but only because it was directed at me and Eddie so specifically. Richie wasn't speaking of some anonymous people touching dicks, he was talking about me and Eddie and I liked Eddie very much and I liked kissing him very much and I liked doing other things very much, too, but there was still lots I didn't know anything about. So I was embarrassed, but curious, too.

I looked shocked at Richie's next statement, though, too surprised to be very embarrassed any longer.

"No, it doesn't," I hissed, not because I knew any better, but because that didn't even seem possible. "Does it? No. That's not true." Maybe it was. Maybe I had to ask Magnus more questions than I realized.

"Oh my God, that's not even physically possible," Eddie said in a breathless, haughty rush, nearly flinging his spoon as he gestured in Richie's direction. "Nobody's sticking any dicks into dicks, Richie! How would that even fit?"

His face was starting to grow alarmingly red, but only because he couldn't get those pictures out of his head-- the ones he'd seen on the internet a few weeks back. Some of them were gifs.

"We're not even doing any of that yet, okay? Just shut up," Eddie demanded, and then, because he couldn't seem to stop himself, and because it felt important to prove that he knew more than Richie did, he blurted, "Most people just use their hands and mouths, anyway!"

"Look, I'm just telling you what I heard!" Richie replies, though in the moment, he cant even remember now who said it. Maybe it had been in Darrow, or maybe back in Derry. Either way, Richie had taken it as fact without really thinking about it that much, "I don't care whose dick goes into whose."

He'd thought a few times that it might be weird if it happened next to him at the Children's Home, but somehow he figured both Eddie and Jamie would probably find somewhere else for that.

I was quiet, partly listening to Eddie and Richie as they went back and forth, partly trying to work out what I believed to be more possible, and finally settling on trusting Eddie over Richie on this matter. As far as I knew, Richie hadn't kissed any boys and probably didn't really know the details about sex, and I thought Eddie might have tried to do some research, like I had.

I was still going to ask Magnus, though.

I was about to announce I thought Eddie was probably right, when his other words sunk in. The ones about mouths and hands, and my face flushed so deeply it felt like my skin was on fire. I hadn't really let myself think about it before and now it was the only thing I could seem to think about. At lunch.

"Yeah," I added in a hoarse voice, my tone a lot higher than I would have liked. I wasn't even sure if either of them would know what I was agreeing with. "I mean, what Eddie said is right."