The dismissal bell at Derry High had just rung causing all of the students, including myself, to rush out of the school. It was officially Summer, and I was more than ready to spend it with my best friends. The five of us had been unstoppable, since second grade, and these school-free months were not going to be an exception.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and ran to the trashcans outside, where I spotted Richie, Eddie, Bill, and Stan. As I walked up, I unzipped my back pack and said, "Alright, boys. On Three. One, two, three!" We all dumped the useless books, papers, and pencils without erasers into the bins.
"Best. Feeling. Ever," Stan said. We all nodded in agreement.
"Oh, yeah?" Richie asked, "Try tickling your pickle for the first time."
I groaned and said, "So, Rich," I said turning to Richie, "what are your plans for the summer?"
His eyes brightened up behind the inch thick glasses he always wore. "Street Fighter, duh," he remarked.
Eddie turned to him saying, "Do you seriously wanna spend your whole Summer inside an arcade?"
"Beats spending it inside your mom!" Richie answered, holding a hand up to me.
I started going along with it then smacked his face instead. He groaned and said, "Ouch! But hey, if it makes you feel any better, i'd much rather spend it inside you." Snaking an arm around my waist, Richie attempted to kiss the cheek.
I put a hand up to block it. "Not in your wildest dreams, Trashmouth."
The sun was beating down, and we all were thinking the same thing. "It's fucking hot out. Let's go to the quarry!" Stan suggested. We all agreed, except Bill.
"W-we need to look for G-g-georgie." We all got quite and murmured noises of agreement. We all had accepted the fact that Georgie was gone along with several other kids in the town, but Bill still had hopes that he was alive somewhere in our small town.
We headed to the bike racks, only to be stopped by, none other than, Henry Bowers and his gang. They started off by pulling Richie and Stan down by their backpacks and pushing Eddie down. Belch took it upon himself to burp in Eddie's face, knowing how much it bothered him. Patrick took it apon himself to take stans kippah and throw it at a passing school bus, saying, "Nice frisbee, flamer."
Victor came over to me and decided it would be funny to grab my ass and tell me what he wanted to do to me. I did my best to push away from him, but he had my wrists together in his hand, while the free one roamed where it shouldn't be. "Too bad the only thing going for you is your ass," he told me before letting me go. I pulled my shorts down lower, in attempt to get more fabric over my butt, as the boys got up from the ground. I couldn't help I had the worst body proportions. My stomach stuck out, along with my chest and ass. I always managed to get picked on for it by skinny girls calling me a fat ass or one of Bowers' goons. But I'd rather suffer with my friends than by myself.
"You s-s-sUCK, Bowers!" Bill yelled, as we all did our best to recollect ourselves.
Henry slowly turned around with a smirk on his face. "What did you say, B-b-b-billy?" he said mocking his stutter. "You got off this year because of your little brother. Break's over, Denberough. It's gonna be hurt train this Summer for you and your faggot friends." He then licked his hand and wiped it on Bill's face. We all walked over to him.
"What a dick," Eddie said, making sure only we could hear him. "I wish he'd go missing."
"Bet he's the one doing it," Richie chimed in.
A sudden cold chill went through my body. "Fuck them. Let's just go to the quarry. I gotta get the feeling of Victor's nasty hands off of me." That's caught Richie's attention, even though it wasn't my intention.
"Wait, he touched you?"
"Yeah, but I'll survive," I said grabbing my bike.
Richie grabbed my hand, saying, "If he dares touch you again, I'll chop off his balls and shove them down his throat."
I took my hand back to clasp my hands together and rolled my eyes. "Thanks, Rich. You're my hero. I feel so safe now!" I said sarcastically but had underlying feelings of thankfulness. We all had our bikes out by now, and let Bill lead the way. "Whatever, let's just go," Stan remarked.
We followed Eddy to his house to get snacks to take on our trip to the barrens. We could take a whole fridge with our empty backpacks, but Eddy's mom would be pissed. So we didn't.
We arrived and dropped out bikes on the front lawn, except for Bill. He always took time to use his bike stand on his rusty ol' Silver. We all went inside into the kitchen, and while the boys raided the cabinets, I hoisted myself onto the counter by the sink.
"Take everything but the delicious deals, guys. My mom loves them," Eddie said, turning to Bill with one arm on the sink next to me. "Hey, so first you said the barrens, and now, you're saying the sewer. I mean, what if we get caught?"
"We won't, and the sewers are public works. We're the p-public, aren't we?" Bill answered to Eddie's concern.
Richie came from the cabinet Bill was at to the one next to me. He set his backpack into my lap as he opened the door, barely missing me, only to reveal that all three shelves were packed with all different kinds of prescriptions.
"Hey Eddie, these birth control pills?" Richie said with a dumb smile on his face. Eddie turned to him annoyed and said, "Yeah, and I'm saving them for your sister. Get out of there; that's private stuff, you guys."
I chuckled and hopped onto the floor, as the boys headed out. Richie stayed behind me to watch me walk and said, "Damn, Rowan."
I turned around and pushed him in front of me to avoid him looking any longer than he already had. "You're so annoying, god," I whispered loudly in his ear.
"But you love me," he told me, while bending his head back to look at me. I scoffed and pushed him to towards the door, when Mrs. Kaspbrak looked over her round body from the living room recliner. "Eddie-bear, where are you kids headed off to in such a rush?"
"Um- j-j-just my house. My backyard, Mrs. K," Bill spoke up. "I got a new..." He trailed off and panicked on what to say next.
"A new croquet set," Richie chimed in to rescue the lie. "Jeez, spit it out, b-b-Bill."
"Okay," she responded, taking a moment to blow on her wet nail. "Oh, and, sweetie, don't be rollin' around in the grass, especially when it's just been cut. You know how bad your allergies can get."
"Yes, mom," he answered, nudging us out the door, only to be stopped by Mrs. Kaspbrak, saying, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
We leaned back towards the living room in confusion. Eddie just sighed and walked towards his mother to plant a kiss on her right cheek. Richie and I started to hold back wild laughter, while Bill hit us to stop it. He walked back embarrassed. Richie stopped laughing for a sec to get out, "Do you want one from me too, Mrs. K?" Returned with Eddie pushing us out the house then leaning back into the living room to apologize for Richie's stupid joke. Which I found funny, but neither Bill nor Eddie did.
"Oh, Eddie-bear," I teased throwing my arm around the boy's neck. "Come give mommy a kiss." I finished with making kissy noises in his ear. He pushed my arm off and went to his bike, annoyed. "What happened?" Stan questioned. "Eddies just a mama's boy. That's all," I answered. No one laughed, except for Richie.
"At least my mom cares about me," Eddie snapped back.
It cut a little deep, considering my mom hardly ever pays attention to me. I knew he didn't mean anything by it, though, so I brushed it off and picked my bike up. "Good point, booty shorts."
Everyone hopped on their bikes, and we followed Bill through town to the sewers. when going through the small decline past the library, we hooted and hollered as we got faster.
"Hi, ho, Silver!" Bill yelled as he lead the way.
"Your old lady bike is too fast for us!" Richie teased. Stan stayed quiet, while Eddie was just trying to keep up with his small legs. He was only 5'3", so it was understandable. But Richie and I just howled as we glided from the street to the trail in the woods.
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