You lived in Derry’s nicest house. Why you even lived in Derry was a phenomenon itself. But you were home-schooled, therefore you didn’t have any close friends. Though, you did make it a point to go out in public each week at least once. Because of this, you had met Beverly Marsh and Michael Hanlon, and became semi-close with them.

The other losers had no idea that Bev and Mike knew you. They saw you every once in a while in town, and returned the occasional greeting, or a smile, but none had ever really held a conversation with you. It was only when they saw them with you one day did they actually pay attention to you.

Mike had claimed that he was needed on the farm, so he couldn’t make it to the quarry. Beverly had said that her father was monitoring her closely as of late, and would rather not risk being caught sneaking out and in. They didn’t question these excuses, for they were often used.

The remaining five losers had gone into town to find a good, uncrowded ice cream place to settle down in after going to quarry. They were discussing plans for tomorrow as they searched, when they heard familiar laughter. Ben was the first who had noticed it, knowing this laughter better than anyone else. When his head snapped to the side, everyone else’s gazes followed. They were then greeted with the sight of you, Mike, and Beverly laughing while sitting in the outdoor garden of a small cafe.

Mike was leaned back in his chair, his head thrown back with laughter while Bev had fallen out of her chair, onto the hard stone patio in the garden. The umbrella on the table was no longer protecting her head, but she was too lost in her fit of loud laughter to notice the hot sun beating onto her pale skin. Your face had an undeniable grin etched onto it as you wiped ice cream off of your cheeks and chin with a napkin. Bevs laughter ceased, and now she gulped at air, trying to fill her lungs of what they had lost. She shakily stood and placed her hands on the back of her metal chair, grinning and wiping tears