Summer of '93 - Stozier

12

"Sup, Nerds." Bev greeted her boys (Yes, they are her boys) as she threw her small backpack down on the grass.

Bill, Mike, Eddie, Bev, and Richie were hanging out at Mikes for the day, in a small field near his house.

Bill, Eddie, and Mike were sitting in the shade of a large oak tree, talking- or rather- Eddie was gazing at Bill while he talked to Mike, making the excuse that it was too hot outside when Bill caught him staring and asked 'Eh-Eds you're f-f-face is burning, y-y-you okh-hay?"

Richie had chuckled at that as he watched the clouds float by from his spot on the grass, grinning involuntarily as he remembered laughing until his stomach hurt and he couldn't breathe with Stan the night before. Remembering waking up before Stan and just admiring him. Remembering not wanting to move and to just live in the moment forever. Remembering Stan waking up almost a half hour later, smiling at Richie and asking tiredly how he got there. Richie having to explain that he got drunk and Stan being a little embarrassed when Richie told him what he was like.

"Well, you look awfully chirpy today, trashmouth. Any specific reasons why?" Bev had smirked and wiggled her eyebrows before she laid her head on Richies stomach and watched the clouds with him . They were in a kind of T shape.

"Could say the same for you, Miss Marsh." Richie replied.

"Oo, avoiding the question, i see?" She teased, poking his chin with her pointer finger.

"Am not!" Richie gasped, a little dramatically "Well, if you must know, I had a wild night, so you can thank Mrs K for my, in your words, chirpiness."

"Beep beep, T-Trashmouth." Bill laughed, throwing his green flannel at him.

"Those jokes are getting old, Richard." Eddie rolled his eyes, smiling.

"Ay! Comedy nevva dies, señor!" Richie sort of yelled in a horrible impression of some accent none of the losers recognised, launching Bills flannel at Eddies face.

"What was that?" Mike asked.

Richie shrugged.

"Sounded like a spanish New Yorker." Bev said, giggling.

"Flavio the New York apartment manager." Richie stage-whispered, laughing.

"You're literally so weird." Eddie shook his head, still smiling.

"Love you too, Eds!" Richie held out a thumbs out and winked, blowing a kiss.

Eddie flipped him off, "Don't call me that!"

"Ah, you love it, Eds!" Richie laughed. "Bill, pinch his cheek for me!"

Bill did, getting his hand smacked away by Eddie.

"This is bullying! You guys are bullies!" Mike yelled, grabbing Eddie and pulling him toward him. "Don't bully the baby!"

"Mikeee!" Eddie screamed as Mike started to tickle him. "Stop it!" He laughed.

Bill joined in and started tickling Eddie too.

"Im gonna cut your fucking dicks off! stop it!" Eddie was screaming with laughter.

"You're gonna need a microscope to find em, Eds!" Bev commented, flipping the page on her magazine that she had took out, God knows when.

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It was 5pm now, and the five out of seven losers were sat at Mikes dining table, his grandma stuffing them with food, always refilling their plates when they finished, while his grandad told them stories they'd heard millions of times but could never get tired of.