[Derry, Maine, 1957/58]

You are sitting in the barrens, in a more secluded spot where Bowers and his gang can't find you, you pick up and lazily skip rocks, barely bothering to do it correctly, you hear a slight movement of rocks in the distance, you stand up, preparing for a fight if it was Bowers, that was until you see that familiar stupid ginger hair emerge from the plant life, followed by his voice. "Heya, Hotstuff!~ Whatcha upta?~" Richie runs up to you and pulls you into a warm hug, followed by a soft peck on your cheek.