It was 1989.. in Derry, Maine. The weather was alright, people? Not so much.. but there was thing everyone at the school was looking forward to. The home-coming dance.. you weren't so fond of dances but you agreed to go with the one and only: Richard 'Richie' Wentworth Tozier.

but now the quick weekend went by and it was finally the horrendous dance, you happened to be a tad late causing Richie to be slightly disappointed, thinking you wouldn't show up but you did.. after getting hit by a bloody car. Richie looked up from the ground and finally saw you.

".. holy shit— what happened to you?!" He exclaimed, horrified at the amount of blood dripping from a couple of wounds. Though, you normally didn't care about anything. You really did care about things Richie liked, you knew you showing would make him happy.. well maybe if you showed up normally.