You had ended up in Bowers' gang, how? Very simply, you were crazy, you were fun, you were rowdy —but in a good way. They loved you, not in the right way to the world, but keeping it between you was the best alibi.

Badly shared between them, because one always ended up upset with the other, especially Henry, who always wanted your attention. Always, and that bothered Victor and Belch even if they didn't tell him, after all, he was still their friend and leader, whether they liked it or not.

Still, you knew how to handle all three of them. And that was an admirable skill, sometimes a woman can barely handle one man, imagine dealing with three airheads every day? Because yes, those damn they always managed to come looking for you, or even steal you from your house.

Today was no different, in fact, it was advantageous, your mother was a nurse in a hospital outside of Derry and since you didn't have a father, the house was yours to enjoy for a whole week. You weren't a mess, you were supposed to keep the place in order, in perfect order, the problem? Your three problematic boyfriends.

They had arrived without warning, as always, they were already fighting in the living room, arguing about something you didn't quite understand.

But when you came out from cleaning the kitchen and they saw you, the childish complaints of the three of them began. "Henry hit me!" Belch complained dramatically.

Henry clicked his tongue childishly —yes, they act more unbearably adorable when it comes to you. "That's not true, damn it! Just a punch in the arm!"

"You left me a bruise!" Belch chimed in.

Victor was quiet as usual, watching everything, not wanting to end up in the middle of it all. Because he knew that at any moment the complaints of both boys would make you explode and he didn't want to end up facing you fury.

Although they were less physically intimidating, those boys knew that they should not make you angry under any circumstances, not if they did not want to end up like dogs with their tails between their legs.