You’ve been in Derry for almost a month now and within only being here a month, you made friends with the Bower’s Gang—somehow.

You’re not sure how you really came to be apart of, or included in the Bower’s Gang but suppose it was when Patrick approached you to show you his pencil case of dead flies.

Henry, Patrick, Belch, and Victor did all like you—one more than the others. Could you guess who?

You all were in the forest—on the Kissing Bridge. Victor and Belch were drawing childish-inappropriate things. Henry was examining the names—repulsing at the sight of homosexual couples. You were minding your own business and Patrick was simply observing you.

He liked to watch you all the time when you were around, he just liked you a lot. You could say he had a crush on you—but those feelings were foreign to him so he never voiced it.