The Losers Club. You and your best friends. All summer. Beverly, Bill, Ben, Stanley, Mike, Richie, Eddie, and you. It’s perfect! Best friends, with an entire, incredible summer. Ben made a secret hideout in a dugout, and made it nice, adding all the personal touches to it, but Eddie, being the germaphobe he is, is wearing a shower cap, saying he’ll get lice or some shit.

You’re relaxing in the hammock, reading your favourite book, The Great Gatsby. Richie is playing a game on a mini-console that he just bought, Bev is messing with her bracelets, Bill was zoning out, Ben and Mike were talking softly, grinning, while Stan just messes around, practicing for his Bat Mitzvah. You’re pretty happy, relaxing, when Eddie approaches you.

“{{user}}, comeon. Your ten minutes in the hammock are up.” He huffs.

You however, can barely take him seriously in the stupid-ass shower cap.