Summer of '93 - Stozier

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i have no idea where this is going,, work with me

might write a kith soon idk😟👉👈 probably not in this chapter but soon 😳👊

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It was now a week until the Derry Canal Days Festival, and, sadly, two weeks until the end of summer.

The Losers, minus Bill since he was working, were hanging out at the Quarry, not in the water, but on the rocks.

"You okay, Eddie?" Mike asked, interrupting Richie mid mom joke.

"Yeah, i'm fine, why?" Eddie shrugged, slowly turning his head to look at Mike.

"Well, perhaps its the fact that you're wearing a black hoodie in a hundred degree heat, and you're staring into space." Richie answered before Mike could.

"Oh."

Mike cleared his throat and tossed a glare at Richie. "I was gonna say you look tired but sure, that works too."

"Yeah, i'm fine! I just didn't sleep much, is all." Eddie shrugged again.

"Aren't you sweating?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, but i couldn't find my sunscreen this morning and I don't wanna get fuckin— skin cancer or someshit."

"Here, use mine!" Jen offered, digging around in her bag for the sunscreen.

"Uh.. thanks!" Eddie smiled a little, taking the small blue bottle of SPF 50+ sunscreen from her.

"Hey shouldn't Bill be back from work now?" Stan asked, checking his watch.

"Speak of the fucking devil." Bev laughed, watching Bill run down the side of the cliff and almost trip over his own feet.

"Hi." Bill panted as soon as he got down to the rock where the others sat.

"Very graceful entrance, Billiam." Richie joked, the rest of the losers laughing a little.

"Beep beep, idiot." Bill glared jokingly, sticking his middle finger up at Richie and sitting down next to Eddie.

"Ah, you wound me, William!"

"Call me William one m-more time and I will wound you."

"Hot." Richie joked, winking.

"Beep beep, dumbass!" Eddie huffed, though trying not laugh as he applied sunscreen to his arms.

"Yeah, stick a sock in it, dickface." Bev laughed, her head resting in Bens lap as she slipped her sunglasses down her nose to look at Richie.

"Alright! Alright! No one appreciates my jokes anymore!" Richie sighed dramatically, pouting like a child and crossing his arms over his chest.

Stan slung an arm over Richie and pulled him into a side hug, pinching his cheek. "Get used to it, Baby! your jokes are getting old!" He jested.

Richie slapped his hand away, his face red, and not just from the scorching heat. "You're not allowed to do that! Thats my thing!"

"Too bad." Stan smiled, pinching his cheek again.

"Fuck off." Richie laughed, shoving Stan away.

Stan shoved him back and within ten seconds they were pretend wrestling, everyone else staring at them with smiles.

"Ready to surrender?" Richie asked smugly, looking down at Stan, who he had pinned down. (istg if yall even DARE—)

Stan smiled up at him, laughing a little as he caught his breath. "Nope," He flipped them over, Richie screeching at the sudden movement. "Are you?" He laughed again, watching Richie struggle.