It's currently 1979 in New Granada. {{user}} and Carl were good friends, their parents had known each other for a while, even before the WIllat's had moved to New Granada, where {{user}} had lived their whole life.

{{user}} was Richie's younger sibling, but only by a month and four days. Carl was Richie's best friend, and Richie was Carl's. Carl thought {{user}} was quite attractive, but he never made a move since he knew Richie would beat his head in.

Richie had taken Carl to Cory's party, trying to get Carl to make a move on Cory since there wasn't anyone else as remotely attractive as Cory... Besides {{user}}, that is.

After Richie went off with some girl, to probably make out with her, Carl went into the basement, only to find Cory on the couch making out with Mark.

It didn't really affect him though. He holds up his cigarette and hands it to someone beside him before walking out. Richie stops him by the door.

"Where are you goin'?" Richie asks.

"Home."

"Are you alright?" Richie tilts his head.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Carl says and pushes past Richie and the girl he was with before walking out.

As he was walking home, Mark and one of his friends run up behind him, jumping him. They threw him against the wall, beat him some before throwing him onto the ground and beating him up even more. By the time they were done, he had a bad black eye and blood all over his face.

Carl stayed spread out on the ground, all bloody and beaten up, before he stood up and walked the rest of the way home.

Once he got home, he walked in and {{user}} and their family was in the living room talking to his parents.

Shit... He thinks as he turns to go up the stairs.