stanley uris || count me in

7. SUMMER NIGHTS

(When parts are italisized that mean they're flashback converstations)

It's been only two days since you last spent time with the Losers Club. After the quarry day, you all agreed upon hanging out more often. And the Losers never fell short of providing you with an adventure.  At the start of this week (Sunday) you played "Hide and go Seek" in the Barrens. Richie was the first to be seeker and it took him almost an hour to find everyone. All seven hiders found it hilarious since its basically just trees in that area.

"Hey! At least I got all of you assholes!" Beverly then proceded to pat Tozier on his head and talk to him as if he were a small child. 

"Aww, you're right! Do you need an award for the accomplishment of looking behind plants?" 

"OOOO! SHE JUST SHOWED YOU UP TRASHMOUTH!" You cheered into the warm summer air and the Losers joined in. Soon the voices of eight crazy kids was traveling through the peaceful Barrens.

Then on Monday, you won a rock war with the Bowers gang. Since the last day of school, Henry hasn't been your biggest fan.........Which of course didn't bother you one bit. But earlier that day you were riding your bike down the block, and noticed the Losers walking down the street with their bikes. You heard Richie, who was biking around the crew in circles, yelling at them over "trashing the trashmouth" and "Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween".  You quickly caught up with them and hopped of your slightly rusted bicycle.

"Hey Losers, what's new?" They all turned around and looked back at you. Smiles appeared on their previously glum faces as the seven of them stopped so you could walk along.

"Well there's been this really crazy thing happening and-" Beverly was cut off by the leader of the Losers himself, Bill Denbrough.

"M-m-maybe we'll talk a-a-about it some other time." You shrugged your shoulders an ignored the suspicious behavior from the stuttering boy. You hadn't predicted that it was something too big anyway. Suddenly, the group came to a halt and you glanced ahead to see what they were all looking at. You pointed out to the bicycle laying on the ground with a basket attatched to it. 

"Isn't that the homeschool kid's bike?" 

"Yeah that's Mike's......" Eddie's sentence trailed off as our gazes shifted to blue convertible parked a few feet away.

"We have to help him!" Beverly took charge and shot us all demanding looks. As if saying that if one of us was going in, we all had to. But Richie (of course) didn't get the message and asked the question anyway.

"We have to?" You gave him a "Seriously?!" look and dropped the handles of your bike, letting it hit the ground with a loud thud.

"YES!" You began to run towards the path that lead into the forest, and Beverly followed briskly. You never glanced behind you, but the sound of bikes clattering to the ground siganled that the rest of the Losers weren't far. 

When you came out into a clearing, you saw Bowers stepping on Mike Halcom's face and pushing it into the raw meat on the ground. Thinking as fast as you could, you grabbed a rock out from the river and chucked it right at the tall delinquent. It knocked him off of Mike and his goons rushed to help him up. 

"Nice throw!" Stanley was panting from the running but you payed him a quick "thanks" before the Losers Club was surrounding you, each armed with a rock. Henry gave you a deathly glare, but it scared you not. 

"You doin' this little club (y/n)? Don't worry. A bunch of Losers like themselves with screw anyone. It'll probably be the greatest moment of their lives, sleeping with garbage like yourself."