Baby//Mike Wheeler X Eddie Kaspbrak

Twins

Derry, Maine. July 12th, '88
Richie Tozier sat in his pale yellow room, the walls nearly covered with all sorts of posters and pages from the newspaper or magazines.

He sat there on his unmade bed and for once, he was silent. His eyes scanned the old picture over and over, looking for differences between the two small babies wrapped in a blue blanket each. None. No differences. Only that one of them was asleep and one of them was giggling.

Richie was the baby on the right, the giggling one. Once when he was young, his dad told him that Richie was laughing at the doctor who was taking the picture, because he held a small rubber ducky. He was told this when he was six and he hadn't forgotten it since. He was now sixteen years old.

"RICHARD TRASHMOUTH TOZIER GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE I COME UP THERE MYSEL-"

"Coming Ed's!" He shouted back to his friend who was waiting outside. He looked out of his window and saw Eddie with his hand above his eyes, trying to shade the sun. He was holding his bike between his legs and the free hand gripped the handlebar. His best friends fluffy hair blew softly with the wind.

"dONT CALL ME ED'S!" Eddie groaned as he had said this millions of times before.

"Sorry Eddie Spaghetti, I know you hate when I call you Ed's!" Richie laughed out the window before turning and grabbing his backpack and slinging it over one shoulder, busting open his bedroom door and slamming it followed by a loud

"Richard Tozier I told you I'd beat your ass if you slam that door!" From his old man.

"Sorry sir!" He yelled, running through the living room and past his mother who didn't seem to notice that he was even there. He grabbed his bike that laid on his yard and grinned up at Eddie who had his arms crossed and was looking at him sourly.

"I'm gonna be all burnt up tomorrow because of how long you took." Eddie sighed as he sat on his bike seat and they rode off.

"I thought you were all "badass Eddie mode" now." Richie questioned, cracking a smile.

"I am a badass!" Eddie complained. He called himself a badass because he never listened to anything his mother said and acted like she was a child and he was an adult, completely disregarding all of her warnings and worries.

"Yeah, ok. I'll believe it when I see it." Richie chuckled, peddling faster.

"Ok so, I got a van." Bill grinned at his friends, they all sat on a rock at the Quarry after swimming. All of them were 16-17 years
old now and a lot had changed.

Ben had lost so much weight, growing up did him good. Stan's hair was more wild now and he was much taller. His fashion sense changed and he liked to wear trendy but nice clothing.

Bill was much taller and he had lost his stutter. It only came back when he was very frightened, like when they were going onto a roller coaster. He was also a lot more emotionally stable, although he got very sad sometimes.

Mike was the tallest there and his hair was now a bit more long with some curls at the top of his head. He looked nice always and the ladies seemed to like that. Beverly had nicer clothing and decided to keep her hair short, although it was long for a year before recently cutting it off again. She went through puberty, meaning that her breasts and butt had become much bigger and her waist wider. She was very pretty, even though she always was, it took growing up for all of the guys to notice just how beautiful she really was.

Richie was now very tall and lanky, he had his thick rimmed glasses still, but had also saved up and bought himself some very thin rimmed, almost round ones. (Finns glasses) He now had a big bush of curly back hair and his skin was clear. His lips also became pretty plump.

As for Eddie, well he hadn't changed very much. He did finally accept the fact that his asthma was fake, so his puffer was only needed rarely. He still kept his red fanny pack but he stuck to jeans and no more short shorts. He let his hair go more curly, although he preferred to tame it, and he had gotten about a foot taller, now standing at 5'4. I guess you could say that the losers weren't really losers anymore, were they...?

Hawkins, Indiana. July 12th, '88

"El is just so needy." Mike complained to Will. He was pacing around the room.

"Yeah, She's learned her skills like talking and things you can or cannot do, but Hopper never taught her that she cant rely on you for everything." Will agreed, taking a bite of his lickerish stick. Nodding, mike stopped his pacing and sat next to Will.

"I'm so done with her." Mike mumbled, his head in his hands. His curly brown hair snaked between his lanky fingers.

"Wait, what?" Will asked, very confused as he looked at the curly haired boy next to him. He was more tall and his hair was now much curlier. Will had gotten rid of the bowl cut and cut it so that he had a cowlick, taking his hair to the side. (Little did he know that this hairstyle was quite modern and his child would wear it like this when he was older.)

"I cant do it anymore! El gets on my last nerves and she does it on purpose! She gives me anxiety, fucking depression and I can't take it anymore." He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Damn Mike, your life is pretty messed up." Nancy called as she walked down the stairs grinning.

"Nancy! You're back!" Mike smiled, Nancy had been in college for forever and she rarely visited.

"Do me a favour and break up with Jane, she's becoming a bitch. I ran into her on my way home and she glared to me when I said hi."

Nancy whispered to him. He nodded solemnly, still hugging her. He might be older now, but nothing was better then hugging his sister. After all, she was one of the only people who cared about him anymore.