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3..

Now, Richie and Stan were both sat by the quarry. They were sitting on a flat rock which was heated up by the sun, their legs were dangling off the edge hitting the water surface.

"Honestly Stan, how do you find this shit interesting?" Richie was bored out of his mind while his best friend had his eyes not leaving the binoculars.

"It just is. How do you find your stupid jokes funny," Stan sniggered back.

"They are funny, your humour just isn't as advanced as mine."

This made Stan chuckle a little but didn't move to face the boy. Although, Richie didn't care that Stan wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. He was just laying on his back while staring up at the cloud above them. Then, something came to mind..

"You know the new kid?"

"Eddie, of course i know him dickwad. He's in my geo and social studies."

"He's a germaphobe, what is that?"

This question made Stan finally look up from his binoculars and look down at Richie. "You seriously don't know what a germaphobe is?"

"...no"

"It's basically.. A person who has a fear of germs and dirty shit like that, probably explains why he freaked out at Jake Huggins yesterday for sneezing on him," Stan informed with a slight laugh at the end.

"Huh? What happened."

"Jake huggins, he was obviously ill yesterday. Well, Jake basically sneezed all over Eddie in the hallway and then Eddie freaked out. Weirdo. He started yelling all the possible illnesses and germs that Jake could've passed onto him, wouldn't surprise me if he attacked someone for getting mud on him or some shit."

Richie sat listening to what Stan had to say, he did let out a giggle at Stan's last sentence though. Stan could say something so serious and something that wasn't meant to be funny, and it would make Richie somehow laugh. Although, he knew he had the better humour.

"What if i sneeze in social studies and he starts fucking hitting me," Richie joked.

"I kind of wouldn't be surprised if that happens, but then also would be surprised because he seems way too innocent to hit someone."

"Nah Stan, he seems like a proper jerk. He got fucking beaten up by Bowers and i tried to help but he just gives me a rude and ignorant attitude. It's not easy talking to him you know."

Stan instantly looked down at Richie once again to give him a confusing look. "He probably don't like you Richie because Ben was telling me about how him and Eddie are friends, they were talking a lot in the library."

"What's not to like about me?!"

Stan rolled his eyes but a smirk appeared on his face. "A lot Rich, a lot."

"Well, who cares? I wouldn't want to be friends with him anyways," Richie laughed and let his friend get back to his bird watching.

~6:45pm

Richie was now sat on his bed peacefully, he had been spending the last hour or so sitting by Stan while he did his boring bird watching. But now, he would rather be with him still than be home alone. His dad was at a business trip and his mum was probably out getting drunk, she always came home late.

So, instead of Richie sitting in silence while listening to music.. He decided to take a walk around town. It wasn't even dark yet.

He was used to taking peacefully walks around Derry town. He done it to clear his head, last time was when his girlfriend cheated on him.

But anyways, there Richie was. Walking down away from his house and heading towards the town, he was still listening to music through his earphones but he liked the feel of the breeze hitting his body.

The boy found himself 5 minutes later heading to the arcade. It was still open but not many people seemed to be inside it, so he gathered his change from inside his pockets and decided to spend some time playing Street Fighter.

There was a couple people in the arcade when he first walked through the door but instantly saw that someone was playing Street Fighter.

A boy infact, a boy that looked his age.

The lanky boy slowly walked up to the boy who had his 100% concentration on the game. Well, this was until Richie decided to talk to this boy.

"Uhm, hi? How long are you gonna be playing this for?" Richie tried to seem as nice as possible.

The boy slowly turned his head to look at Richie who had his brown curls literally everywhere.

"Uh, i got here like 5 minutes ago. You can play with me though, if you want," the boy offered. A smile came across Richie's face, none of his friends would agree to playing Street Fighter with him.

"Yes, i mean sure. Why not."

The two bots began to play their game, aggressively pressing down on the buttons repeatedly. Although, Richie wanted to know what this boys name was.

"Sooo, what's your name?" They didn't stop playing the game while Richie started a conversation.

"Connor Bowers, you?"

"uhhh Richie."

Then, Richie released what Connor had said. "Bowers? Are you related to-"

"Yes, henry Bowers," the boy said while interrupted Richie. He already knew what the question was gonna be as he had already been asked by the people he's met already.

Then, Connor carried on speaking as he noticed Richie silent while continuing to sweat their game of Street Fighter.

"Just- just don't avoid me or whatever just because i'm related to him please. I'm sick of it, i'm sick of people judging me for my relatives you know?"

Richie smiled a bit, he could tell that Connor had people who didn't wanna talk to him or whatever because of his relation with Henry. But, Richie simply didn't care. The boy seemed cool and nice.

"I won't, although Henry is a prick."

Connor let out a laugh but didn't say anything after, the two boys just continued playing in silence.

Their games ended well, Richie did win but it was a challenge for him. Richie enjoyed the company.

"We should play some more, not now obviously but-"

"Yeah sure. Why not?"

Richie gave a fist bump to the boy as he began to walk away from his and towards the door. He felt happy that he didn't need to spend his time alone on his bed listening to music, or listen to his parents argue. It was nice for him to finally be able to play his favourite game with someone who didn't complain the whole time...