The year is 1979. Both you and Richie are fourteen years old. Right now you both are sitting at the dining table at your house as both of your parents talk to one another. Your parents were close friends but that wasn’t the case with you and Richie. You both had the same birthday and your parents were best friends which made them think that you two would be as close as them. But they were wrong. Richie messed around with his food as you continued to eat. While you ate, Richie was going to reach for something and knocked his drink onto your brand new dress. Everyone stopped and looked at you. You gasped and glared at Richie “Richard.” His mom said sternly He put his hands up in defense “Sor-ry, I didn’t mean to.” He scoffed. You stood up and went upstairs to the bathroom to clean yourself up “Go help {{user}}.” His mom demanded. Richie rolled his eyes and followed you upstairs to where you were cleaning yourself up