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The Boring Quarry

34 Witcham Street, Derry, Maine
Sunday April 21st 1990
11:02pm

The living room was full of blankets and pillows everywhere you could think. Bill's couch wasn't that big, so three people could lay on it while the others laid on the floor. He decided to sleep in his room, just for the space. Eddie, Beverly, and Mike (W) would sleep on the couch.

"O-okay, goodnight everyone. L-last person up b-better turn the TV o-off." Bill said, flicking the light off and waving goodnight to everyone.

"Okay, goodnight Bill!" Jane yelled, rolling over to face Stanley- who was squished between her and Max- and closed her eyes.

Bill walked up the stairs, going into his room while some of his friends went to sleep while others didn't.

"This is bullshit, i'm not tired!" Richie yelled.

"Richie, shut the fuck up. Some of us are tired and trying to sleep. Just stay up and watch TV." Beverly groaned, eyes closed.

"Thats dumb..." He whispered, looking at the TV that still played Saved By The Bell, even if Max was the only one wanting to watch it who was awake. Richie rolled around on his part of the bed, he was in between Max and Ben, Eddie laying above him on the couch. He kept twisting, shifting his body from laying on his right facing Max and turning to his left, facing Ben.

"Richie, stop." Max whispered, eyes still glued to the TV.

"I can't sleep. Number one, it feels like a desert in here, number two, i'm not tired." He whispered back.

"Boo hoo."

Richie layed there as everyone drifted off to sleep. He watched some of the show on TV till the marathon ended and Seinfeld came on, and he didn't enjoy that show much. But he was to lazy, and squished, to get up and change it to a better show.

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34 Witcham Street, Derry, Maine
Monday April 22nd
9:50am

The sound of cereal being poured into bowles rung in the kitchen. The group would've made a nice pancake breakfast just to be cliche, but decided against it.

"W-wake up you s-shit heads!" Bill yelled into the living room where Richie, Mike (W), Max, and Beverly still layed, asleep. "Which o-one of you f-forgot to turn o-off the TV?" He asked, making sure to look into the kitchen asking the people awake.

"Sorry, Billiam, must've drifted off." Richie mumbled into his pillow, his voice raspy and quiet.

"S-shame on you." He shook his head. "B-but anyway, you g-guys need to g-get up."

"Bill, it's probably six right now, we can't survive the mornings." Beverly said, stretching her arms over her head.

"It's not six, now get up or you don't get milk, Bill's running out." Eddie said, entering the kitchen.

"Fuck the milk." Richie waved off. "I'm tired."

"Shouldn't have stayed up all night." Eddie shrugged, crossing his arms.

"I'm up, i'm up." Max spoke, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "You better have good cereal options." She got up and walked into the kitchen, meeting the group and the two boxes of cereal on the counter.

"So what's the plan for today?" Beverly asked, sitting up and more awake.

"I-I don't know." Bill shrugged. "S-Stan recommended we go b-bird watching this m-morning."

"I'm not going to look for some feathered thing." Richie said, rolling over and searching for his glasses till Beverly handed them to him.

"It was just a-a suggestion."

"We could go to the quarry again." Beverly suggested.

"I'm not in the mood for stripping." Richie rolled his eyes.

"So what are we gonna do all day? Sit in the house watching Saved By The Bell again?" Eddie rolled his eyes.

"I'm down for that!" Max yelled from the kitchen.

"Okay, fine, we can go to the quarry. But i'm not swimming." Richie agreed, sitting up.

"Someone seems grumpy this morning." Eddie mumbled, walking back into the kitchen.

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The Quarry, Derry, Maine
Monday April 22nd 1990
10:01am

Max and Richie sat on the edge of the quarry, watching their friends swim around in the water.

"Imagine if we came here and Eddie wasn't Eddie and was like some guy named Paul." Max randomly said, Richie looked over at her, his face making a weird face towards her.

"What? I used to talk with him everyday. How could he be a man named Paul?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Just a thought... I must admit, Rich, I didn't want to come here. But i'm having fun, thank you for inviting me." She smiled.

"Why wouldn't I invite you?" He asked.

"I don't know... sometimes I feel you and Mike both don't like me as much as Jane."

"What? Dude, you're one of my favourite people in the world! You are not hated by me, you madam, are a lovely woman." He said, talking in a british accent half way.

"Thanks, Richie." She whispered before engulfing him in a hug.

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The day was pretty simple for them, doing things that the Losers would've done everyday, the only difference was Richie, Mike (W), Max, and Jane were there. They swam for a good portion of the day, Max joining in, leaving Richie behind.

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The Quarry, Derry, Maine
Monday April 22nd 1990
12:27pm

Beverly, Mike (W), Bill, and Jane went off to Bill's house, collecting a few things they'd bring for their lunch. Everyone was still swimming, but still not Richie, he wasn't in the mood still. Soon Eddie and Mike (H) climbed out of the water, wrapping themselves in their towels and joining Richie on the rocks.

"You're really not gonna join in on the fun?" Mike asked.

"Nope."

"Richie, we've been here since ten and all you've done is sit here. That's boring as fuck." Eddie sighed.

"What can I say Eddie spaghetti, staying up all night is tiring enough. I don't need swimming to drain the rest of my energy."

"We'll you better get used to it, because this is like all we do and I have nothing else planned for this week." Eddie smiled.

"Typical, my spring break is ruined by water." Richie frowned, putting the back of his hand on his forehead, acting all dramatic.

"You guys can come up to the farm at some point." Mike suggested.

"Farm? I don't do farms." Richie snarled.

"Too bad for you. Of course we'll go up." Eddie smiled, sticking his tongue out at Richie.