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The Neibolt House

34 Witcham Street, Derry, Maine
Sunday April 21st 1990
7:45pm

The kids sat in Bill's living room, most cookies gone while some wouldn't stay much longer. Saved By The Bell was still on TV but no one payed attention, they all laughed at weird and stories they told each other about their past. Even though Eddie's friends just met Richie and his friends, they weren't hesitant to share things, but the most personal stories stayed secret.

"Guys, I want to go outside." Beverly whined, leaning back and looking outside.

"It's probably cold out there." Jane thought. "Why?"

"Because i'm bored of knowing you people and i'm hot as fuck." She rolled her eyes.

"Let's go then." Richie agreed, standing up.

"Bill, we should bring your family camera and take pictures." Mike (H) suggested.

"G-good idea, Mike." Bill smiled, standing up.

"We're gonna get sick and then get like pneumonia." Eddie mumbled, standing up.

"Eds, it's fucking April, not December." Richie rolled his eyes.

"I didn't even bring a good fucking coat, I should have brought my thicker one." He shook his head.

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The group walked down the street, laughing and talking in the chill-ish cold. The grass held some frost from the cold night, making the grass crunch beneath their feet and hold the footprint they placed.

"Where are we even going?" Stanley asked.

"Wherever our feet take us Stanny boy." Richie shrugged his arm around Stanley's shoulders. Stanley looked over his shoulder at the warmth of Bill's house slowly disappearing every step he took, his nose turning pink on the tip.

Beverly snatched Max's skateboard from under her arm, hoping on it.

"Beverly!" She called after her while she skated down the road. "Fuck you!" She laughed, running after her.

"Silly children, we must keep an eye on them." Mike (H) laughed, nudging Ben.

Richie looked around the group, everyone was having fun and chatting with each other, everyone except his brother. He walked back towards the boy who looked at the sidewalk he walked on, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Hey, emo boy." Richie spoke.

"What?" Mike asked, looking at Richie.

"What's wrong, why aren't you hanging out with the group?"

"I don't know, I don't even think I should've came... I feel like i'm ruining their fun."

"You're not, go hanging out with them."

"No."

"Yes, come on. Look," Richie looked around the group seeing the people who would be the best for Mike to talk with. Mike and Ben, Max and Beverly, Eddie, Jane, Bill, and Stanley. "Mike and Ben are really nice, they'll love to talk with you, Michael." Richie grabbed Mike's wrist dragging him off the sidewalk and onto the street where the two walked.

"Hello fellas," Richie said, in an English accent. "This here is m'lady, Michael Wheeler, she needs a darn good time. Make sure she's home by tea time." He handed Mike's (W) wrist into the palm of Mike's (H) who laughed at him.