you woke up quite energized, which was good because you planned on walking for some reason. you usually biked, but you needed more exercise, you believed. so you walk to the local gas station for some snacks. you kind of new you would so you brought money luckily.
you buy some snacks then walk again. as you walk away you see the group of friends you were nice to. "hi! you say to be nice. and this time mike was there.
as if they didn't expect to see you, they say in unison,"hey." "we were just talking about.... richie started before Stanley hit his shoulder. "ow! why did you do that?"
"you like to blurt shit, stanley said. "stan swearing? wow, eddie comments. you laugh. "so, why are you guys here?" "oh, we grew bored, mike said. "b-bowers gang too, bill explained. you sigh. "of course, i hate them so much. never leave me alone."
you had no idea how for everyone you were speaking with would go for you. so hearing those words, quickly se off in something in their minds. "oh, eddie said, pretending he had been surprised. though, they had been stalking you for some time now. you didn't know still.
"since when? mike asked. you joke, "forever. no, i'm kidding. um, maybe a few weeks." you wished they could leave you alone. because you've expressed how you weren't interested quite a few times.
"i-i'm sorry, y-y/n, bill said, stuttering, which you found kind of cute, honestly. if you crushed on any of fhe losers, you'd say bill. but, you did like them all.
it was adorable when they turned bright red and spoke nervously. it was quite obvious they had a crush on you. you didn't really know for sure so you didn't assume even if it was super obvious.
"so um, i think the gang is gone, you've got a place to go to for hanging out? you say. "well... ben said."we were going to the quarry."
"yeah, eddie said. "not to swim but... sit up there." "or we could swim if we change our minds, beverly chuckled, lighting a cigarette. you didn't even bother to say she shouldn't. you've figured that telling someone not to do something will make them do it even more.
"well since my sister and mom are out could I go with? you say, you felt weird for placing yourself into their plans but they didn't seem to mind. in fact their smiles grew.
"w-we'd l-like t-that, bull smiled, while blushing. beverly smirked. "you're turning as red as a tomato, bill."
eddie laughed. "you just were blushing! richie chuckled. "richie really likes calling people out doesn't he? stanley said.
you burst into laughter and in result, everyone laughed. until you hear, "oh you're so dead losers!" it came from henry bowers.
"fuck, run! you exclaim, as you begin running. you had a disadvantage. you weren't on a bike. so you were slower. you would've hung with (f/n), but he was in europe for summer vacation you last heard.
"here, come on my bike, mike offers. you smile, hopping on behind him. you thank him. he smiles. you liked his smile.
he begins pedaling and the bowers gang yelled,"get your hands off of her!" you weren't theirs but they thought you were. you hated them so much that, you hoped they'd get hurt or something.
you didn't wish that on anyone before. you didn't she have strong hatred for people like that. but after being constantly harassed by them you were kind of done being decent to them.
hell, even tolerating them didn't seem to be helpful at all. after a while of peddling, everyone stops. "i think we lost them, you say, hopping off his bike. "i'm sorry guys. this is my fault."
"no it isn't, (y/n), eddie says. "it's their fault for being creeps and assholes." you couldn't help but chuckle at the last part, because he wasn't wrong. "so, do you guys still wanna go to the quarry? you ask, nervously, fear of rejection.
"sure! mike said, smiling. "nice! you reply. "i mean, i'm sure the bower's gang won't find us there." "i'm sure, stan said. you heard them call him that so you figured you would too.
everyone agreed it'd be nice and so you were at the quarry. you didn't plan on swimming, just sitting there. and the view was nice.
you had swam here a bunch of times with (f/n), it wasn't weird because you had practically grown up with him and just considered him a friend, the feeling was mutual, simply platonic. "this is nice, you say, admiring the view.
everyone nodded. you laid down, your sunglasses over your face. if you weren't swimming, you'd at least sunbathe. with music playing, you could relax. you sigh in relaxation." isn't this nice?"
"mhm, bev said, lying next to you. you didn't notice she placed her hand on yours, neither did your friends. "everyone has awesome taste, you compliment. you hum the song, which became singing. you always believed you were horrible at singing, you still did.
"wow, (y/n), you're good at singing, bev said, sitting up, raising her sunglasses. "oh, no, i suck, you laughed. "we think you're good, everyone else said. you roll your eyes, placing your sunglasses back, lying back down.
you eventually went home. your mother waiting. "where were you all day? she said. "i went on a walk then hung with friends, you explain. she nods. "we were gone so i'm glad you weren't bored."
"yeah, you say, going to your room. it was only three in the afternoon. grace was in her room, busying herself. at least she wasn't bothering you. she must've been fairly occupied all day.
you plop down on your bed, you were exhausted but at least you socialized like most parents wanted for their child. though socialization wasn't the best thing honestly. still, at least you were home now and could rest. you groaned.
you read some magazines to occupy yourself since you, despite spending your day with some fun, were bored. you were growing tired so you let yourself fall asleep.
